#hilary tatibana

[hiromimylove]

Sitting here thinking about how Hiromi was so down to break into a building with Tyson and the others. I always think that is so funny and honestly, you go girl. She's not afraid to throw down if necessary.

[ceruleanmusings]

One Summer's Day excerpt

a/n: i've been beating myself up for once again but who's surprise at this point? falling behind on mayblade and trying to come up with something and then finding time to write it when i got an idea when i i realized i already had something written i could add!

so here it is, the intro scene to a summer-based slice of life fic with the bladebreakers. as usual, my OC Crystal is included. prompts: lights, candles, music, affection

The Saien Ramen Shop was ready for summer. Paper lanterns in lush reds and stark whites decorated the awning of the back patio. Strings of light ran along the perimeter, little stars embedded in the sky. Beams threw glitter onto chunks of ice bobbing in drinks stuffed along the surface of the lone occupied table where small tea candles flickered. The back doors remained open, allowing heavy thuds of sharp knives on wooden cutting boards, sharp sizzles of frying meats, frothy bubbling of noodle-filled water, and smooth draining of savory broth to wash over the table and coat the patio in heady, mouth-watering waves, mixing in with the bouncing beats of a kpop song pouring out the speakers.

Being the most successful ramen shop in town, the Saiens made sure to cater to every patron, treating each with care, respect, and heaps of undivided attention. As for Kenny and his friends, that hospitality extended tenfold; while the main floor was open to all guests, the back patio tended to be reserved for them, giving them a place to hide away from the main streets and any onlookers wanting to interrupt their meals for autographs, championship retellings, pictures, or challenges to a battle.

It was a nice reprieve, sitting off in their own world, allowing them a chance for space, to breathe, and to enjoy each other’s company. Well, as much as company could be enjoyed witnessing Tyson inhaling food in the blink of an eye. They all sat squished around the table—Hilary, Kenny, Tyson, Max, Ray, and Crystal—and any space left over was taken up by various bags, a range of dishes, and various drinks. None of them were safe from Tyson’s attack.

Noodles splashed against his chin, leaving shiny streaks behind while he slurped them up into his eager mouth. Chunks of meat clung to egg yolk smeared over his lips. Bits of rice went flying like little grain bullets as he shoveled it in with his chopsticks. Hilary leaned away from him, dodging his pointed elbow while she slurped lychee boba tea, giving him a look.

“Hey, watch it, Ty!” Max leaned forward with a frown, covering his arms over his steaming bowl as a hailstorm of rice landed on his head. “Geeze, you should come with a warning: watch out for flying objects.” He brushed the grains from his hair as he released a sigh, an amused smile returning to his face.

Following a large burp, Tyson shot a large grin his best friend’s way. “I can’t help it! I’m starving!” As if to prove his point, he tipped his head back and drained the remaining brother from his bowl. He dragged his hand across the back of his mouth and surged forward, grasping a large chunk of meat off the pile on a plate with his chopsticks, throwing it atop the mound of rice left in his other dish. “And besides, we are celebrating!”

“That doesn’t excuse you having a lack of manners.” Huffing, Hilary rolled her eyes and picked up an abandoned napkin. Within seconds she scrubbed his face, ignoring his muffled protests as he squirmed away from her. Max laughed around his spoon with a twinkle in his eye while she folded the smudged cloth. “Besides, Ray should be the one celebrating, Not you. He’s the one who won the tournament after all.”

Scoffing, Tyson grabbed the napkin from Hilary, balled it up, and tossed it at her. It bounced off her nose as he crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. “I would’ve won if I were there!”

“Yeah, but you weren’t! And you don’t know that! Ray could’ve beaten you! Don’t be so rude!”

A soft chuckle carried along the warm breeze. “Thanks for the support, Hilary. I really appreciate it.” Ray set down his mug and laced his fingers, resting his chin on the little table. His golden eyes nearly matched the golden lights filtering through the lanterns. “It was a tough battle and I’m sure even my opponent would’ve given Tyson a run for his money.” He shrugged and swept a few crumbs off the table. “It was just my lucky day, is all.”

“Lucky?” Max’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Ray! You were awesome! You and Driger were completely in sync in there. That was some comeback!”

“Oh, if only Dizzi and I were there to see it!” Kenny groaned, rubbing his hands through his hair. His fingers curled against some of the strands and he pulled at them, pushing his glasses askew. “Imagine all the data I could have collected!”

A small tournament sponsored by a local grocery store had been staged to celebrate the start of summer. It happened to fall on the week of final exams which took Tyson out of the running, despite his best efforts at begging, pleading, and bribery to be allowed to skip them. Neither his teachers nor Grandpa Granger would allow it—his father even threatened to fly back from a dig to force Tyson to attend—so he begrudgingly sat for his finals. Ray and Max, who’d both flown in around the time of the tournament, decided to participate.

Max came in to, much like the others, celebrate school ending and summer break arriving. It was the few times of the year his entire family was in one place. While attended school, his mother went to work with PPB and his little sister, Charlotte, now four, ran around her daycare. His father stayed behind in Japan to mind the hobby shop. Any chance he could have to get the whole family together, he took. A beyblade tournament coming around the same time was just icing on the cake. Charlotte could watch her big brother in his element.

Max ended in third place while Ray made it all the way to the finals and won 2-1 in a desert-themed dish. Driger was a little wobbly on the sand at first, not being able to get his footing, but a few electric attacks heated it up so much the sand turned to glass. After that, Driger was able to use the smooth surface to his advantage, bouncing well-timed electric attacks into his opponent when he least expected it.

“We have been having a good run lately,” Ray conceded. Kenny groaned again, muttering something about falling behind on updating their stats for school. After consoling Kenny, he said with a wave of his hand, “But I’m sure, on any other day, he would have had a good chance to get one over on us. Anyway…” He turned a smile to Crystal and nudged her shoulder with his. “I’m not the only one who has something to celebrate today.”

Beneath the low lights, a dusting of red settled on Crystal’s cheeks. Her nose winkled and her bright blue eyes focused on the pink mochi in her hands. “I told you, it’s not that big a deal,” she mumbled. Tugging apart the pink treat, she watched it stretch until the halves broke and she popped it into her mouth.

“Hey, you deserve that 89. You studied really hard.” Ray squeezed her shoulder. “You should be proud of yourself.”

“An 89’s not that big a deal,” Tyson grumbled. He stabbed at the chunks of fruit in his drink with a straw.

“Only ‘cause you got a 61,” Crystal shot back with a smirk, almost drowning out Hilary’s exasperated comment about him not being able to be happy for anyone. She let out a soft cackle and ate the other half of the mochi. As she chewed, she flipped the tie wrapped around the starched collar of her uniform shirt over her shoulder where it had fallen again.

Tyson didn’t understand how lucky he was that something like school was always a part of his future. Ray was right, she worked hard for it. Though he didn’t have to lay it on quite so thick.

“But, I couldn’t have done it without all your help,” she added, her soft words squeezing out between a small, affectionate smile. At Ray’s look of pride, her blush deepened; she rolled her eyes and pinched a sheet of nori out his ramen, taking a large bite. That was enough of that.

“Well, if we’re going to celebrate things, then I have something to celebrate too,” Tyson said.

“What? That you managed not to throw up everywhere?” Hilary asked.

“Ha ha. Now that it’s finally summer that means I have more time for beyblading! Which means Dragoon and I have more battles to win!” As he spoke, Tyson removed his trusty beyblade from his pocket and brandished it in the air. Dragoon’s bitchip gleamed beneath the light. “Waddya say, Kai? You ready for a rematch?”

The quiet member of their table hummed, slowly opening his eyes. He sat perfectly still from the moment he showed up: arms crossed, one leg over the other. He hadn’t touched any of the food. If he saw them gathered on the back patio, he didn’t let on, almost walking by them until Tyson called out to him to join them. He didn’t protest but he didn’t seem overjoyed either. They brushed it off, just happy to have him around. Like the others, his presence had been scarce lately though they didn’t know where he was on any given day. Even though he’d been a solid member of the team for the past few years he still didn’t let them too far into his world. Though they respected him and his boundaries, they a few lighthearted jokes and comments about what he could be up to.

Unsurprisingly, it left little time for beyblading for all of them. The last good battle they had was when Tyson and Kai had a rematch in the early days of the BBA being rebuilt from the ground up. What was supposed to be a fun, quick match between rivals became a big spectacle within seconds. With all their friends, fellow bladers, and supporters cheering them on, they threw everything they could into the match only for it all to end with a tie. Despite Tyson’s challenges to rematch, Kai walked away from beyblading. He still showed up to certain events to promote the BBA during its renovation projects and his name appeared on check-in logs, but no one knew if he’d actually taken Drazner out for a spin. He dodged the security cameras in the training and battle rooms.

“C’mon Kai, don’t leave me hanging,” Tyson goaded when Kai didn’t speak. “I know Dranzer’s ready to get another battle in. What else do you have to do?”

Kai opened one eye, just enough for them to see it pointed right at Tyson. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Kai said.

“Well, duh, Kai, that’s why I’m asking. We haven’t seen much of you lately, dude.”

“There’s a reason for that.”

“Which is…?”

“Maybe he just doesn’t like you.” Crystal’s commented. Her question was innocent though her smirk rubbed away it's its sheen.

“Hey guys, I just realized something,” Max said, gaining their attention. Leaning back in his chair, he rested his arms above his head, looking skyward. “This is the first time we’ve all had the same schedule in a long time.”

“Hey, yeah,” Ray agreed, “kinda feels like the good ol’ days.” Ray’s days had been spent back in White Tiger village taking his role as a captain and a leader very seriously. Lee was poised to take on the duties of his grandfather, the Elder, whenever he passed on.

“I, for one, don’t think we should let this serendipitous moment pass us by," Kenny said.

“I like what you’re sayin’, Chief! More battles it is!" Tyson punched his fist in the air. The table rattled from his enthusiasm.

“Actually I was thinking maybe we could do something outside of beyblading for once,” Max said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the sport as much as you guys," he quickly amended at Tyson's aghast expression, "but I’d love to just hang out once in a while. Y’know, not have to worry about our bitbeasts being kidnapped or anything.”

“Or us getting kidnapped,” Ray agreed.

“Sounds like a dream,” Hilary said with a wistful sigh. “I almost remember what life was like before I met you guys.”

“Must’ve been one big bore,” Tyson said.

[ashxketchum]

“I’m not a ‘guy’, I’m a girl!”   “But you sure act like one.” 

[maxmiz]

(First gen) Beyblade fandom - which female Beyblade characters would you pick as: (a) Your best friend (b) The enemy you’d be too scared to have? And why?

Wonder what you guys think about this.

[hiromimylove]

lol. ok but i was hoping you'd be talking about the pranking lmao but yes! I haven't found many but stories where the boys are acting over protective and scaring away her dates are some of my favorites. though i also like the idea of them not realizing how intimidating they are to her potential suitors. i say that the rumors of what they do get wilder and wilder (like a game of telephone)

The idea of Hilary complaining that no one wants to date her and the boys genuinely having no clue that they’re super intimidating and there’s so many rumors about the measures they’ll take to keep her safe even though most of them aren’t true and the ones that are true are greatly exaggerated? And that anyone who even looks twice in her direction is immediately terrified because her closest friends include two (2) martial arts experts, two (2) rich boys (max counts right, because of judy?), a tech genius, and a hyperactive child who has problems with authority?

Hilarious.

[beyblader-observations]

This is an interesting screenshot from the scientists’ computer screen! It shows the characters’ locations on the island. Hilary’s icon is a heart, and it’s nice to see her last name written out! Apparently it can be spelled “Tatibana” instead of Tachibana! It’s also nice to see Kai’s last name in the dub. As for Kenny, I don’t know what they call him here, since it’s covered up, but the glasses icon is nice. Obviously, Kai’s icon is Dranzer.

[hiromimylove]

[ceruleanmusings]

Mayblade 2022: Sun

It hit him all at once, how easy it was to breathe. How every expanse of his chest allowed him to pull in the crisp air without the pressing restraint that had been present only a month prior.

He gulped it down, everything, the fresh air, the droplets wafting off the water behind him, the crackling excitement of the milling children, the sparking flames dancing in their eyes. It stoked the embers in his soul, but he couldn’t light that flame. Not just yet. It’d been a month, but he still needed time, still needed some rest, still needed to breathe.

The smile on his face, wide as ever, held on just long enough until he turned away from a child questioning him about every facet of his win. (How heavy is the trophy? Where did you put it? Do you look at it every day? Not that heavy. In the training room. And yeah, obviously!) It didn’t crack, it didn’t fade, and it didn’t wane, but it settled upon the sight of Max’s beckoning, at the look in his ocean blue eyes. It’s okay, it’s okay. I know. Good ol’ Max. He always knew how to say the right thing without saying anything at all sometimes.

Ray, Kenny, Kai, and Daichi were already ahead, their retreating backs growing smaller as they walked further down the shoreline. Daichi, one who’s voice could be compared to nails on a chalkboard, remained strangely silent, even from so far away as his arms gesticulated wildly. His voice was one that could be carried on any sort of wind but, today, as he walked, the volume was lowered. Or was that the wind in his ears?

“Tyson?”

Of course, her voice could cut in through it all, through the storm and the wind raging in his mind, his soul. What else was new? It was followed by a light brush to his arm and Tyson took in the concern in her eyes, red so deep she may as well have had rubies in her eyes.

“They’re waiting for you.”

He shook his head. “They’re waiting for us.”

He almost laughed at the brief downward turn to her mouth. Not to laugh in her face but because of the absurdity of her comment. Me. Me. Me. Maybe before, maybe in the past, but not now. Not with her.

“It looks like a team thing,” she said.

Eyes widening slightly, Tyson turned, faced her head on. “You’re part of this team.”

“I didn’t really—”

“Ah, c’mon Hil. We faced a lot going through the championships and BEGA. If it weren’t for you…” He paused, the words sticking in his throat. The wind brushed by them, pulling at their clothes and ruffling their hair and, for him, pushing the right words through. “I couldn’t have won without you in my corner.”

She blinked, surprising lighting up her eyes, and then cracked a smile, reaching out to push his shoulder. “Without me yelling at you, you mean.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I needed it sometimes.”

“Glad I could be of service.”

“Oh, I’d think there was something wrong if you didn’t put me in my place.” And she giggled and the sun had nothing on her smile; the glittering sunbeams dancing across each tooth bolstered by the sparkling water behind her. “But seriously, Hil? Thanks. For everything. I know I don’t say it often enough…”

She slowly shook her head, smile still brimming on her face. “You say it when it counts.”

The wind lifted him upwards. Or was it the little wings growing on his feet? A zing of something he couldn’t quiet place, couldn’t name, righted his weary posture and allowed him another, easy, weightless breath beneath the weight of her tender gaze.

“So?” His eyebrow lifted and he tilted his head towards Max who still waited ways away with a peculiar smile on his face, arms crossed.

Hilary glanced over her shoulder, at the kids cheering one another on around the beydishes set up on the riverbank, at Grandpa Granger and Mr. Dickenson talking in the shade of the small BBA building set up beneath the overpass, at the boxed medals the Bladebreakers had won over the years and accompanying pictures set up on a table for viewing by inspired newcomers, at the little ones oohing and awing over the plethora of parts Mr. Tate helped them understand to build their first custom beyblades. At their legacy.

“Okay.” Hilary turned back to him, conviction reigniting her smile.

“Great! Let’s go!” He turned with a flourish, the pulse of excitement, at getting some peace and quiet with his friends, propelling his step. And he reached for her hand before he moved past arm’s length, their fingers tangling together just slightly, enough for him to pull her after him. And she followed with a surprised gasp, stumbling slightly to keep up with his exuberant pace, enough for him to toss a grin at her over his shoulder as her hold tightened, slotting their fingers together. “Don’t worry, Hil. I got ya!”

[ashxketchum]

FEEL SPECIAL X TYHIL 

[hiromimylove]

I love this! 🥰

«old things and old souls.»

Hilary/Hiromy Tachibana | Beyblade (1/2)

requested by @ingeniumeloquentiae

[sa-tou]

Doodled Hiromi again ww. she looks older here tho D:

[hiromimylove]

[Image Description: A photo of a relief print of Hiromi Tachibana from Bakuten Shoot Beyblade. It is in black and white. Hiromi has drank from the 'drink me bottle' and is now tiny and staring at large mushrooms.]

Finally, it is done. First part in the Hiromi in Wonderland series.

[ceruleanmusings]

Mayblade 2022: Jewelry

The minute she lifted the hairpin out of its box, Hilary understood why Tyson wanted to gift it to her when they were alone. The muffled sounds of the party behind the walls dropped to near quiet, only to be replaced by the heavy pounds of her heart careening off her rib-cage and the strong swoop in her stomach that may as well be a wave crashing on the beach.

She carefully lifted it up, turning it this way and that, running her fingers against the sleek, smooth, cool metal. The light above caught the gold running up the pin where a bouquet of resin flowers burst at the tip, clustered together, forming a cloud. Dangling from the end of the pin was a single, closed flower bulb, glittering like a diamond on a silk thread.

“Tyson…” His name came out petal soft, delicate, as if speaking any more would cause their world to shatter. She pressed her lips together, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. It was beautiful, so beautiful. No matter which way she turned the pin it sparkled and glittered under the light and the flower petals, so realistic, she was surprised to find them hard beneath her touch. They looked as if they’d been plucked right out of the ground, the lack of dirt clumps on the bottom the only sign of the opposite.

“So…you like it?” Tyson asked. His fingers tugged on a loose thread at the hem of his dark jeans and he studied the side of her face with such intensity she was surprised a hole hadn’t been burnt into her skin. She felt it all the way down in her toes, or maybe it was from kneeling and sitting back on her heels for so long.

“I…” It took her a few tries to find the right words, nodding her head until the motion wiggled a few loose. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it?” He sat up straight now, all bravado melting his previous nerves away as he gripped at his ankles and leaned forward. His large smile returned, sending another wave crashing in her stomach. “You were saying before you needed a new one.”

“I did.” He remembered that? She’d made an offhand comment about it between classes. Her mother insisted on throwing Hilary a big birthday party this year, which was code for all her family coming in from around the country, so she’d need to dress herself up a little, wear some makeup, do more than just brush her hair. In the midst of her lament, she’d mentioned maybe putting her hair up, but she didn’t have a good enough pin to satisfy her nitpicky aunts.

And now she did.

Sucking in a breath, she swallowed down the lump rising in her throat and finally looked up at him, at the light shining in his stormy eyes. “I can’t accept it.”

“What?” His eyebrows collided at the speed of his confusion. “Why not?”

“Because.” She bit her lip, carefully rolling the words around in her mind, picking and choosing the right ones to deal the least crushing blow. “I’ve seen this before.”

“Huh?” His head tilted and, god, that puppy look on his face came to the forefront. His smile faded, like a slow twist of a dimmer switch. His eyes turned away from her face, down to the pin in her hands and his chest swelled with the quick breath he sucked in. She closed her eyes, steeling herself. “Oh.” Bingo. At least he got it now. If she had to explain it to him…that’d hurt worse. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” Her head shook from side to side before she even spoke. The tears came back, only this time pooling in sadness than the touched surprise that took her over before. “I can’t take this from you.”

“Yeah you can.”

“No I can’t!” She shoved the pin into his hands, forcing his fingers to take it, curling them around the cold metal. “It was your mom’s.”

“I know.”

Her shoulders sagged in her huff, and she hastily dabbed at her eyes. He knew? If he knew, if he really knew, he couldn’t be this…blasé about it. He just couldn’t. “I get it. Maybe you don’t understand…understand what that means but—”

“Hil, stop!” His hand clasping her wrist stilled her, held her breath in her chest, held her still in the moment as the heat in his skin seeped through hers. “I want you to have it.” He slowly lowered her hand from her face, shifting his grip to her hand, letting his fingers drag against her palm until they pulled away. The cold replacing his heat made her shiver, only to them be replaced by the pin once more. “It’s your present.”

“…What?”

“Yeah, it was my mom’s but, I mean, she can’t exactly use it can she?” And he let out a laugh, it was small and a little hollow, but the fleeting sadness in his eyes shifted over to “It just sits there, and it should be used. And I’m sure she’d like that you have it.”

“If you thought about it just a little—”

“I did!” He threw his arms in the air and rolled his head on his neck, his eyes following the journey in their sockets. “I get it. Things tend to work out for me and I don’t exactly think things through before I do them all the time but, with this, I mean, I…” And he growled, rubbing his hands though his navy hair so fast it wouldn’t have surprised Hilary to see it burst into flames. And when he lifted his head, the heat must’ve sunk to his cheeks because they burned bright red as he blurted, “Those things just happen. I like you on purpose.”

She counted the seconds that passed as they ticked by in time with her heart that once beat so wildly but settled into a content, smooth rhythm beneath his words. A sheepish smile bloomed on his face and he shrugged in a what can you do? way.

What could she do?

Well.

With sure hands, but not steady due to the giddy pleasant tremors at her fingers, she gathered up her hair and twisted it into a quick but nice bun. She slid the hairpin through, securing it against the back of her head, surprised at the ease of which it nestled within her thick hair, like it was made for her. Dropping her hands into her lap, she turned her own sheepish smile to Tyson. “Well?”

His eyes lifted from her face to the back of her head and once settled back in his position, he nodded once. “Perfect. Right where it belongs.”

Her heart gave and extra hard beat and she followed its trajectory, rocking forward on her knees, placing a kiss to his cheek. She giggled softly at the stupefied expression crossing his features as she leaned back on her heels and, when he smiled his signature smile once again, the wattage had been cranked up. Basking in its glow, she took his hand in hers and lightly laced their fingers together. His pulse beat strong in her grip.

“Thank you, Tyson.”

“Happy birthday, Hil.”

[blade-revolutions]

So so stunning! I’m speechless����

Old art from 2012 or 2013, don’t remember… ☕️

[ashxketchum]

"bandaging each other up and sharing a tender moment, grabbing your lover's face and not being able to let go" for TyHil.

Can you write this?

SIMY I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! Tumblr never showed me the notification for this ask, I just randomly opened the inbox today and I saw this 😭😭😭

This is very rushed and not exactly similar to the prompt, but I hope you like it and I'm sorry for tumblr being stupid with my asks 🥺

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Tyson drew in a sharp breath and gritted his teeth as he muffled a cry, the stinging pain he felt when the cotton swab made contact with his wound only lasted for a moment, but he had a reputation to maintain, particularly in front of the person sitting across from him. He managed to keep a straight face while Hilary continued to dab the cotton across the scar on his cheek with utmost concentration.

“Honestly, I leave you guys alone for a minute…” She murmured to herself as she dropped the used cotton swab and rummaged through the first aid box for a bandage.

“He started it.” Tyson replied feebly, already aware that if the sight of the cut across his cheek had made Hilary mad, things would only get worse once she found out what caused it.

“He is a child,” She shook her head, “And you should know better.”

“Just because he’s younger than us, doesn’t mean that I’m not a child too.” Tyson protested, frowning.

“Clearly.” Hilary passed him a pointed look and he rolled his eyes at her.

When it came to her own arguments with Daichi, she was as childish as him, if not more, so Tyson considered if he should remind her to follow her own advice sometimes. But seeing as she was the one patching him up, he decided to let the taunt slide for now.

“And what exactly did Daichi do that resulted in that?” Hilary asked, eyebrows arched with suspicion.

Tyson gulped nervously, immediately avoiding eye contact with the brunette out of embarrassment. It had been annoying enough for him to experience and he shouldn’t have to recount the stupidity of it all. However, since Hilary wasn’t exactly the type to let things go and Tyson was in a rush to get back on his feet so he could chase Daichi and extract his revenge, he decided that nothing good will come out of beating around the bush. As for protecting his reputation, he’d have to let that take the back seat for now.

“He launched his beyblade at my face.”

Hilary stopped her rummaging and looked at him wide-eyed, too stunned to speak she just raised her eyes upwards and sighed heavily, before resuming her search for the perfect bandage. While Tyson did find the sudden silence uncomfortable, he was glad that she hadn’t laughed at him, which is what he was expecting everyone else to do. He could’ve easily dodged the attack under normal circumstances, but the little gremlin had appeared out of nowhere and was somehow under the impression that if you launch a beyblade at someone they’d return the favour, only Tyson didn’t have Dragoon on him at the time and Daichi couldn’t recall his in time, so it grazed past Tyson’s face, leaving behind a clean trail on his cheek.

“Well thankfully, the cut isn’t too deep and it should heal in a few days if you keep it covered.”

Hilary finally pulled out what she needed from the box and leaned in to inspect the wound on his face.

Keeping a straight face while she had cleaned the wound with the stinging antiseptic hadn’t been half as difficult as it was now, with her bare knees resting lightly against his and her face close enough for him to rub his nose against hers. He felt his breath get caught in his throat when she placed the bandage across his cheek, her fingers softly tracing its outline to ensure that it was tightly in place, sending shivers down his spine when they lingered for a moment on his cheek before she pulled her hand back. She said something, or Tyson thought she did, but nothing registered in his brain when she dipped her head slightly to do a final check and he caught a whiff of her shampoo as the top of her head almost tickled his nose. Was it vanilla or caramel, he couldn’t quite tell, but it was sweet and addictive and Tyson couldn’t stop himself from letting it consume him.

How could this be legal, he thought to himself, how could they just allow girls to walk around smelling like this?

He heard a light ringing in his ears, and when he focused his eyes on Hilary, he could see that her lips were moving, but it was impossible for him to pay attention now. Even after she had moved back, her familiar scent lingered in the air around him, making his throat feel dry and scratchy, as if he would die of thirst if he didn’t taste something sweet this very minute. But it couldn’t be just anything sweet either, Tyson realised, it had to come from Hilary, it had to be whatever she had used to put this spell on him.

He watched as she frowned at him, obviously upset that he wasn’t responding to her but a little worried too, and his hands twitched at his side. She was still so close, so easily within his reach, all he had to do was reach out and he’d be able to pull her towards him effortlessly, lean his forehead against hers, cup her chin in the palm of his hand and tilt it towards him, lower his head and a second later his thirst would be quenched by-

“Earth to Tyson!”

“What?!”

Tyson leapt up in surprised in his seat at the sound of her shrill voice penetrating right through his dangerous train of thought. He scowled at her, for being so loud and for interrupting right when he’d been getting to the good part...and then immediately dropped the attitude, realising that some times Hilary could read his mind like a book and if she were to glance into it right now, he’d be in some deep trouble.

“I said, I’m done. So you can go catch Daichi now.” She glared at him, speaking slowly so that he’d finally listen to her.

“Right. Daichi.”

Tyson licked his lips in an attempt to calm his racing heartbeat and empty his head of any thoughts pertaining to Hilary or her shampoo. His ears turned slightly red at how squeaky his voice sounded and out of embarrassment over the fact that his brain was still not ready to form full sentences yet which didn’t go amiss by the brunette and she eyed him suspiciously.

“Are you sure Daichi didn’t hit your head with his bey too?”

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[maxmiz]

For the Fandom meme: B, C, G, O.

Thank you for the ask @velox-the-knight ! I had not posted asks for this meme thing but another, but I checked the list you reblogged for reference. XD

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

Hmm. I'd say Tala and Julia! I had never really initially ever imagined them together but after all the headcanons and asks and fandom content, I think they'd absolutely slay.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

I'm going to have to say KaiHil (sorry I know you like them but it's my personal preference and I usually only ship Hilary with Tyson). I also don't ship Max and Emily together much like @stroblitzfalborg . Hmm and Max and Tyson. The third is not for any reason other than the fact that those two are so very much like brothers and I can't see them as much else.

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

My first OTP is my last and only OTP and I will go down with this ship.

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

Hmm. Mariah and Julia with Mariah singing "I kissed a girl and I liked it" and telling Ray, "boy, bye, I'm not waiting for you". (jk I ship Ray and Mariah too, but JuliaxMariah are bae).

Max and Mariam to "Sweater Weather" because.... well, damn.