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Hi! I love your Bully!Tsukishima posts <3 I was wondering what would happen if his princess arrived to class with a bruise that he didn’t make? She’d deny everything at first, using an excuse style “I tripped” “fell on the shower”…but he wouldn’t believe that crap, not one bit!

I kinda want to see more of protective Tsukishima >_<

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i'm glad you like my bully!tsukki posts!! this idea took awhile to flesh out and hopefully you like the way this turned out. this is slightly different from the regular protective tsukishima as this bruise was accidental <33

tsukishima remembers every little thing about you, remembers every fact, every mannerism, every freckle, scar and curve of your body so of course he clocked immediately when you walked into class with a bruise just peaking out of the top of your blouse. it's barely visible as the blouse covers most of it and he thinks you may have tried to cover some of it with make up but with it right above your cleavage it's obvious to him.

the entire time all he can think about is you, which isn't uncommon in the slightest, but this time it's all focused on the bruise and how you got it.

he knows for a fact it isn't one of his, plus if for some reason he had forgotten about it you would remember and know better than to ever try and cover it up.

after class you leave quickly, purposefully avoiding making eye contact with tsukishima. you have a feeling he's spotted the bruise that has started forming on your soft skin, as you walked in you spotted him and saw his eyes harden as his eyes looked to where your bruise is. it was just a coincidence you looked over towards him though... it's not like whenever you turn up late and he's there before you you look to see if he's in his regular seat... it's not like you were checking to see if he's here yet or anything...

you turned up late today because you were trying to find clothes that would cover the bruise, all the clothes that would cover it are clothes you're currently washing or are dirty and need to be washed. because of that you spent longer than you wanted to finding something that you felt comfortable wearing and covered as much as possible but you had a feeling after you left your dorm that maybe you should of spent longer finding something because tsukishima might notice, even if it was only a sliver of it visible, and you were right. he did notice.

you were a little too slow leaving the class though because tsukki was able to catch up to you. he looks at your bruise and his eyebrows furrow, loosely clasping onto your wrist and taking you somewhere quiet, neither of you speak yet. you're getting use to this routine of him stealing you away.

he turns to you and crosses his own arms, "talk." you nibble your lip and try to shift your eyes away from him, looking down.

"i... uh... tripped," you say nervously.

"liar."

you pause for a second running through excuses in your head but the whole time tsukishima's waiting patiently, ready to hear if you're going to lie again.

you take a deep breath and look up at him. you can tell him. he won't believe any of your excuses anyway.

"um.. someone accidentally flicked me with a ruler and well..."

there's a pause and you continue looking up at him. "no."

"what... what do you mean no?" you say baffled, you're honestly being truthful right now.

"i promise that's what happened. a friend of a friend was messing and joking around. he had this stupid ruler in his hand and was waving it about and then he playfully flicked me with it. he didn't think it would bruise or even hurt and it didn't hurt! ... that much. it was stupid and an accident." you explain further, wanting him to believe you.

"who was it?" he straightens his back and asks without displaying any emotion in his face or tone.

"we're not doing this again tsukki. it was an accident, just an accident. i'm not giving you any name." you think back to the bully incident.

tsukishima's lip twitches in annoyance. "tell me." you say no again. "i'm sure one of your friends will tell me."

your eyes go wide at the subtle threat, you have a gut feeling that he would be able to get one of your friends to tell him who it was. it really was an accident though.

"one last chance princess."

you hold onto his arm, almost startling him at the sudden contact. "please kei, don't. i promise it was an accident. they were really sorry afterwards and felt really bad about it. they even offered to pay for the drink i had to say sorry."

tsukishima's expression softened momentarily at the use of his given name before going back to normal. maybe he could leave it alone and not do anything about it but you said it hurt, even if it was only a bit. "you told me he hurt you," he starts to pull away from you to leave but you don't let him and hold onto him tighter.

"please kei. it was a mistake. it will fade in a couple days anyway, it's only a light mark. come on, tsukishima." you plead, still holding yourself against his arm to keep him from leaving.

his resolve weakens the more he feels your soft warm body press against him and the idea that the bruise is only light is making him think about how he can cover it with his own bruise, giving you a huge hickey so for now he relents, something he never thought he'd do. the only reason he isn't really chasing after who did it right now was because you asked him not to. you basically begged him not to. you called him kei. if it ever happens again they'll regret it, it doesn't matter if it was an accident.

"i want you to know that if anything else happens i won't stop until i find out their name."

you hum in response, confirming your understanding, and give a small smile knowing that you were able to stop him and he listened to you. you're aware that if it happens again you won't be able to stop him though.

tsukishima gives you a look that says 'why aren't you verbally telling me you understand.' "okay tsukki," you respond quieter than you have been talking all this time, "and thank you," you add on even quieter, almost silently.

he hears but chooses not to respond. "i think i've figured out a solution to the bruise situation." you don't really know if this is a situation but you keep listening. "i'll just have to give you a bigger bruise on top of it." his hand reaches behind you to your skirt and lifts up your skirt slightly before pinching your ass, you let out a yelp, and he smirks. "i think you need another hickey. i think all the others have faded by now and you need a new one."

he knows of every single friend you have but the following day he watches you even closer to see if anyone acts different. he found them. just like you said, a friend of a friend in a study group. it's kind of weird how bokuto owed him a favour and that weekend at a party your friend's girlfriend kissed bokuto, weird right? they broke up obviously.

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warnings . . . angst, failed past relationship, talk of aging and the feelings associated with it, feelings of being left out/left behind, regret, loneliness 

The man sighed as he leaned against the kitchen counter, the marble edge leaving a small indentation on his arm from just how long he’d been standing there. He didn’t mean to get carried away with doom scrolling through social media, his other hand on his cheek. Didn’t mean to roll his eyes as another one of his brother’s wedding photos passed his feed, and surely didn’t mean to linger on a photo that made his heart ache. A simple photo, really, a few friends gathered in a bar and nothing more. But it was her. It was always her. He felt his stomach drop as soon as the picture popped up minutes earlier, and felt a pang that rattled his insides all the way to the bone. 

He couldn’t help but stare, to hover over the picture for far too long. He hadn’t spoken to her in years, frankly forgot about her until the moment hit him with force and nearly brought him to his knees. She was a bit older, as was he, and despite the wide grin she held in the image he could pick out the small lines near her lips that weren’t there before. Maybe she stayed in the sun while in his absence, maybe it was stress, or the daunting fact that both were getting older. He often tried to repress the thought of aging, but the few, tiny gray hairs that peaked through faux blonde made it hard to forget. It was even harder knowing that everyone around him seemed to progress while he did not. 

The off season brought him home, but home was empty. No longer living with his parents, but a rather nice apartment that he used to share with his brother. But his brother had gotten married a few months ago, and left the apartment cold and empty. No more laughter, no more teasing, and no more seeing Osamu’s stupid face in the morning. At first, he was overjoyed with the concept of living alone. But then the loneliness crept in. Settled in shallow veins late at night when he tried to go to sleep, and remained throughout the day as every corner he turned held no one. 

He felt like he was getting left behind. Hometown friends coming and going, moved entirely, or had other things to do than drink in a barren apartment. Kita had gotten married, started a family, and now lived on a farm. Suna would rather stay in Shizuoka than the “hick ass city” (as he put it) of Hyōgo, so he was rarely ever in town anymore. Aran, while home more often, was often hard to reach. And his teammates, understandably, made plans to see their own families during the off season - leaving him, undeniably alone. 

Excruciatingly alone. 

The isolation was gentle at first, slowly creeping upon him like a pot starting to boil. But as he still looked at the picture in front of him, the bubbles began to roll until finally spilling over. She was happy, she was laughing, she had friends - she didn’t remember him anymore. The nauseating feeling of being left out hit him in his chest and he felt the sudden urge to heave, to spill his guts right then and there. 

Osamu always called the woman “the one who got away” in regards to Atsumu. In reality, the man let it happen. Too preoccupied in his career, and with little to no balance within his life, he let the relationship fall through his fingers like sand. It wasn’t until nearly a year after, he realized the hollow ache in his chest without her in his life. An emptiness that ate away at him, nipping and biting until there was nothing left - a shell of the man he once was. But as years passed, he started to repress the wretched feelings. Bottled them up and crammed them down within the chasms of his mind, never to be felt again. 

Until now. 

The man put his phone face down on the counter roughly; the sharp snap of the case hitting cold marble made his ears ring in contrast to the quiet apartment. He put his hands to his face and covered his eyes with a loud sigh, shaky as it took up a sense of desperation. The sinking feeling of regret trickled into his mind as he stood there, elbows still against the cool marble and calloused hands over his face, until it completely devoured him. Swallowed him whole, with not a single piece left, and he once again felt alone. 

Completely, and utterly, alone.

“Fuck.”

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⤷ suna rintarou x gn!reader; i don't even know what to call this dynamic tbh (w.c 632)

— 15:47

"is it true?" he asks. before he opened his mouth the only thing you could hear was your synchronized breaths and the rhythmic tick of the wall clock.

"is what true?" you look up at him, meeting his eyes. the look you share is nonetheless intense, a language only you two could understand.

the sun hits your skin just right.

he thinks.

"you're staying in tokyo?"

you let out a puff. of course he already knows, "yes. does it bother you?"

you're both sitting on the same twin bed. even though the years have passed, not much has changed. the house you're staying at is pretty much empty, no decoration, but still a perfect reflection of yourself— shoes scattered next to the door, a scarf hanging from the chair in front of your desk, an open notebook with notes full of doodles thrown everywhere. he still leans against the wall of the room while he's sat on the bed, with you in front of him.

too close.

"it does, actually."

you roll your eyes.

"did you really have to come back?" it doesn't come out as harsh as it may sound. you understand what he means, he's being sarcastic. you hit his arm weakly, giggling.

you rest your head on his arm for a couple of seconds before looking up at him.

"i missed my friends, suna."

you both share another glance, in silence. for a moment you think he's going to ask you if you missed him too. there's no need for such a thing. too cliché, and the answer is obvious anyway.

years have passed. pretty much nothing has changed.

he can feel your faint breathing hitting his arm. he takes his time analyzing your eyes. and then your entire face; how the golden light hits not just the room just perfectly, but you, too. again.

"you're still too pretty."

there 'sa beat.

your eyes meet his lips.

and when you look at his eyes again, he's thinking of the same thing.

it'd be easy.

another beat.

"—aand, you still have a girlfriend." you pull away.

years have passed. one thing has changed.

"i'm not a homewrecker, rin."

he stares at you, raising one brow slightly.

"theoretically. and, you're not a cheater." you tell him.

"or are you?"

"of course not!"

"then there's that."

silence reigns again. so much that it would be uncomfortable if it were with anyone else, but you both enjoyed it.

"she's not you, though."

"that 's mean."

you've met the girl. a sweetheart, who truly did not deserve to get involved into this mess. although it's more sophisticated than it once was, everyone around you could see that you and suna were still trapped inside of your own little world you both had created; and the girl certainly wasn't blind. you were honestly surprised when you were met with nothing but kindness when you first greeted each other. you wish she wasn't so nice, it would have made you feel better.

there is still much in common that remains between him and you. a trusted familiarity that makes it easy to forget all the years of long distance and different people. if you let yourself flow within, it becomes easy to be convinced that there is no other person quite like suna to you.

he sighs. you stare at each other.

"you were not supposed to come back." he says, leaning closer so he could rest his head on your shoulder.

"i know." you whisper.

"it'd be easier."

"i know." you sigh, bobbing your head to the side, breathing in his recently cleaned hair, still smelling of his cedar shampoo, "i'm sorry."

he level a stare at you, eyes full of something. it'd be easy.

you breathe.

"i think you should leave, rin.”

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I just know that man Akaashi is dehydrated. Chronically. Meanwhile pro athlete Bokuto "I can feel every cell in my body rn" Kotaro has sports drink flowing in his veins.

Akaashi will wonder why he's felt like garbage all day, until Bokuto points out that he's been awake for 20 hours straight and has only had coffee & cookies the whole time. And Akaashi’s like "…yeah. Makes sense"

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suguru really is so pretty it astounds me… just v soft and warm <3 he’s very boyfriend coded to ME!

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I loved it!!

But what would Bully!Tsukishima would do if his beloved starts dating someone that isn’t him.

I feel like he’d destroy the guy and then go claim her saying shit like “you’re fucking mine understand?”

I love Tsuki and I love Bully!Tsuki

~ Anon ❄️

-( i'm glad you loved it!! <33 i love him so much too! i had a dream about him last night asdfghjk ) (i had to put this under a cut because it is slightly longer than all my other parts)

i think tsukishima would say he had nothing to do with it, even though you both know the truth. i think he'd be like, "i don't know what happened but whatever did happen to him was his own fault"

it would be very rare for you to actively pursue someone or date someone not knowing the kind of wrath tsukishima would have towards you but recently you've just started a new relationship and it's going so well, you've never had one since starting uni and they're so nice to you. they help you study, insist on paying whenever you both visit the cafe just outside of campus before classes and wait for you outside of your classes to walk you home. they're amazing and whenever you think about them your heart flutters but it was only a matter of time until tsukishima found out.

when class ends he leaves just behind you ready to pull you somewhere quiet but instead he finds you and your partner, he sees them kiss your cheek and take your bag from you to start slinging it over his shoulder, "hey! stop doing that. i can carry it."

"i could never allow that babe. you're far to pretty to carry it," he grins and holds your hand before you both walk off.

tsukishima's jaw clenches. who the hell is holding your hand? who is kisses your cheek? complimenting you? how dare they, how dare you for thinking you could do that.

he's never even seen the guy around before, boring and dull looking, someone punching above their weight and it pisses him off however he doesn't do anything, he just watches you leave, seething. if you looked around for just a second you would realise how angry he is by his expressions that you've gotten so good at identifying since he first started terrorising you.

he doesn't do anything, at least for a few days. whenever you pass each other in corridors he'll still make sneering comments and sit behind you in classes. it still makes you tear up and cry but you hide it all from your partner.

when tsukishima realises they're still there walking you home and making you smile after a few days he knows he has to do something. he's gotten good at cornering people by now with how much he does it to you. tsukishima is tall and can be very intimidating when he wants to and right now he does want to.

he throws them against the wall and grabs hold of their collar, glaring at them. your partner is in complete shock. he knows of tsukishima, everyone does, he's popular and his friends are even more popular, all the girls like his cool demeanour and he's been playing volleyball for years even before he joined uni back when he was still just a teenager but he's never interacted with your partner before and they have no idea why he's so furious at them.

the shocked expression just pisses tsukishima off even more and he holds them tighter, not in any fear that they'll try and leave but because he can and he wants to scare them. he wants to hurt them. it's only fair for laying their hands on you.

your partner tries to sort through their thoughts to say something but tsukki won't allow for that. "you've got some nerve."

"what?" they're completely confused, having not one clue about what he's talking about.

"did you really think you could get away with touching my girl?" he spits.

"what?" they repeat themselves. "your girl? i promise you i haven't been talking to anyone. i have a girlfriend."

"your girlfriend?" he glares. "she was mine before she was yours and she'll always be mine." your partner still looks confused but then whispers your name. tsukki smirks and leans closer, "that's her. touch her again and you'll see what'll happen." he pushes them harder against the wall and then lets go, causing them to fall. he thinks about the consequences but does it anyway as he punches the side of their face, definitely leaving a heavy bruise by tomorrow morning.

that night you get a phone call after not hearing from your partner all day, you didn't have any classes so you've been studying at home, you grin as you pick up.

your partner cares about you a lot, they really do but they had no idea you knew tsukishima and you had told them you never dated in university before. your partner believes you, you'd never lie to them but obviously there is something you haven't told them about tsukishima. they want to stay with you. they want to ask you about it. they really do like you and they don't want to break up with you but then they feel the bruise on their cheek and remember the threat.

your partner stays silent and you wonder if they accidentally called you. you ask if they're okay. they start talking so quietly you have to turn the television off so you can hear them. "hi, babe. i don't really know how to say this but i think we should break up." as soon as the words left their mouth they felt immediate regret.

all the warmth left your body, "what?" you say just as quietly.

he gets a flashback of tsukishima cornering them as they kept repeating 'what'. "...yeah. let's break up." he hangs up the phone and you sit in silence crying all night.

the next day you go to and seek them out in campus, wanting to talk to them face to face. you can't just end a relationship like that, you don't even know why he broke up with you. if you've done something wrong you want to try and apologise, you want to work it out, even if them breaking up with you hurt and over the phone hurt even more, you want to try and make it work.

you see a huge bruise on his face. you gasp loudly. "are you okay? what happened?" you ask worried. all thoughts about your relationship leaving your brain just concerned about them.

"nothing happened i'm fine."

"you're not fine. it looks like you were punched."

they get frustrated, they like you a lot but you're the reason that they're ended up like this. "it's because of you that this happened."

"what?" they turn around, leaving you confused and mostly upset blaming you for something you had no control of and no knowledge of.

you walk aimlessly away, not wanting to be left next to them. you find yourself on a bench and you can't stop the tears from streaming down your face.

tsukishima fortuitously finds you while he was walking back from practise. he sees you looking down at the floor and he can tell why, your partner is now your ex. he smirks and walks up to you, before he announces himself he hides the smirk and crosses his arms. "what's wrong with you princess?"

still looking down you reply, "go away tsukishima."

"don't be like that. i just want to know what happened."

"i got dumped."

without misses a beat tsukishima responds, "it's for the best. you two don't work together. it's wrong that you were with them."

when hearing this you look up with watery eyes, still sniffling, "did you have something to do with this kei?"

you've gotten use to what his slight change of expressions and body language really mean but there wasn't any indication this time even though this might be the biggest reaction he's ever had to you before. you called him kei. he always hated when people called him nicknames growing up, only really letting yamaguchi get away with it but you, you calling him by his given name? he wants to hear you say it everyday, it sounds so beautiful coming out your mouth. what would it sound like if you were moaning his name?

he has no physical reaction at you saying his given name, staying collected, as he lies to you, "i don't know what you mean princess."

"it looked like he was punched. he has a huge bruise on his face."

"nothing to do with me. i'm sure whatever it was he deserved it though."

"i don't believe you." and you don't, the way he knew you were even dating someone in the first place is suspicious and it does seem to you that it is something tsukishima would do, punching someone, breaking up your relationship, and then not admitting to it.

tsukishima tilts up your chin making you keep eye contact with him and then squeezes your chubby cheeks, not hard enough to hurt you though. "that's fine by me princess. just know you're fucking mine."

you start crying again and you're not even sure why, maybe it's because tsukki tilted your head up so carefully or maybe it's because he called you princess. maybe it's because he said you're his. maybe it's because of him that you got dumped. maybe it's because he looks really attractive in that purple shirt he's wearing. you don't know. tsukki kisses your forehead. "i've got to go and meet kuroo but i'll see you soon alright. make sure you go inside soon, it's going to get cold and it might rain," he murmurs gently. he squeezes your chubby cheeks one more time and wipes your eyes before getting up and leaving to go meet kuroo.

you hold your hand on your cheek to where tsukki's hand was and take a deep breath to calm down. you hurry to take cover inside before it rains.

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[melodious-tear]

So this show is giving us an enemies to lovers slow burn including stabbing and sweet-talking and yet my mutuals are quiet about it? damn :)))

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the cards, the cards, the cards will tell . . . the past, the present, and the future as well . . . WANT A READING ?

note: happy holidays! while I don't celebrate the traditional holidays, I wanted to partake in a little something! so happy winter solstice <3 

specs/rules: these will be drabble length unless a fire gets set under me (500 words at least), please only request one I really don't want to get burnt out! give me some time to write these please and thank you :)) 

status: taking requests, there are slots!! (9/10)

sit down at my table, put your minds at ease. if you relax, it will enable me to do anything I please . . . you want a love reading, huh?

alright, pick what calls to you: shoyo hinata, kei tsukishima, hajime iwaizumi, issei matsukawa, atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, shinsuke kita, kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi, tetsuro kuroo, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa, shugo meian, shimizu kiyoko, koushi sugawara

nothing speaking to you? ask the witch, they might be able to help! 

⋆｡✶ the major arcana

the fool . . . meet ugly  the magician . . . enemies to lovers  the high priestess . . . childhood friends to lovers  the lovers . . . meet cute  the tower . . . opposites attract  the sun . . . neighbors to lovers 

⋆｡✶the minor arcana

cups . . . fluff  swords . . . platonic relationship / friendship  wands . . . slice of life pentacles . . . hurt/comfort

⋆｡✶a reversed card?

you want to send the witch your own reading (request)? they'll try to make it work, ask them first!

see what's in the crystal ball ✧ i. matsukawa, the sun, four of wands upright

✧ s. kiyoko, the high priestess, ace of cups upright 

✧ a. miya, the magician, two of pentacles in reverse 

✧ i. matsukawa, the fool, page of cups upright 

✧ s. kita, the sun, knight of cups upright 

✧ o. miya, the fool

✧ k. sakusa, the high priestess, two of wands upright 

✧ h. iwaizumi, the magician

✧ k. akaashi, the high priestess, four of wands upright

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omg omg 88 and osamu … i hope it’s fluffy hes boyfie ok ty ty kiss for u too

HI MY LOVE... I AM.... INCREDIBLY, PAINFULLY SORRY FOR TAKING TWO MONTHS...🫡🫡. i am hiding in my attic after this 🤡 KDJSKDJKSD but ehre we are!!!!!!!!!! 🥺🧡🧡 i hope youll like it <3333333

number 88 gave the sentence “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”!!!! isnt that romantic!!

this is some fluffy fluff but its a fantasy/royalty au and an assassin involved, but no gore-y mentions of deaths!!! <33333 it came out as 894 words! thank you for sending one in, i hope you enjoy it!!! :')

The room is dark as you sit by the wooden desk, fiddling with all the items laid out in front of you. This is Osamu’s … lair, you could say – and he’s messy. It’s not so much an office as it’s his living quarters. He’s rarely here anyway, only in-between missions. You learned early that he prefers to sleep in the stables anyway, weapon at the ready.

He’s out right now, on a mission sent by your mother, the queen. There’s been upheaval underneath the finer layer of society, mentions of coup d’états and rotten hate. Threats towards you, the sole heir has even been issued. It brings unease into your heart.

Your mother is not necessarily a popular ruler. She’s headstrong with a heightened moral compass that she isn’t afraid to act on and punish those needed, which, in her defense, has lowered the general crime rate. So, she’s not a bad one either.

But alas, she has also created a divide and unknowingly made an underground mob of criminals.

This is where Miya Osamu comes in. He’s hired as the kingdom’s assassin – and he’s currently also the man who receives your affections.

You met in the Gardens for the first time ten years ago, when he was just a stableboy. He didn’t recognize you nor your title as he approached you without apprehension. It delighted you, seeing how isolating being the royal heir could be.

Originally, he only acknowledged you to apologize for his twin’s behavior. You were surprised, thinking it had been the same boy who’d thrown grass at you for telling him off when he pulled branches off of the tree. You’d sat and talked for an hour after that.

You slump down onto the chair with a sigh. Reminiscing your past with him is not going to bring him back earlier – or any safer.

You pick up the fountain pen and fiddle with it, dipping it in ink. You fold up your sleeve so that you can doodle on your arm. Osamu has tattoos – you’ve always dreamt of matching him.

”Is that considered proper entertainment?”

You yelp out as you drop the pen, spilling ink on the fabric of your garments before it hits the floor, rolling off and disappearing somewhere underneath the desk. You’ll purchase him a new one.

You put your palm to your chest and heave in a grounding sigh as you spot Osamu crouched on the windowsill, looking at you. He seems happy to have managed to scare you but he’s trying to suppress the glee. You shake your head and get up from his chair.

“Welcome back.”

He jumps down easily from the sill with a smile as he unwraps his utility belt to place on the big chest next to the window. You’ve always been curious as to what he’s hiding inside. When he nears you, he gently takes your arm and pulls it towards him. He wants to admire your handiwork it seems. You just hope he doesn’t touch your pulse point directly and feel the velocity in which it is pulsing. You’d surely pass out if he ever called you out so directly.

He whistles as he turns your arm, “this one reminds me of my rose,” he notes and your breath hitches sharply. He looks up at you from underneath his eyelashes, hoping you do not see the blush adorning his cheeks. To his luck, you’re much too focused on the part of your body where you connect at the moment. You’re concerned with the sweat emerging from your palms.

“Your majesty?” he asks and you’re pulled back to the moment. You hum out a reply as you retract your arm, straightening your back.

“I have taken care of the threat.” He says, his voice unusually official near you.

Right, the threat aimed at you. You slump and sigh. “I can feel your unease,” he says, reaching out for your arm again. He hides his hurt well when you pull it behind you, out of reach.

He remembers his place. He’s just your assassin.  

You smile weakly before you raise your gaze again to look at him, “I’m happy to hear so, do not misunderstand,” you also raise your arm again in an effort to mend the hurt he thinks you don’t see, grazing his cheek slightly. He can’t help but lean into your palm for a split second before he collects himself.

“But you are correct. The apprehension will not leave me. This is the third one that you’ve been tasked with. Under the woodworks they will continue to emerge and I…” you trail off and silence grows together with the distance between the two of you. Osamu refuses to let it continue like this; he grabs the arm by his cheek and turns his head slowly. With only a few millimeters of air separating his lips from your skin, he makes an oath, “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

Your breath hitches again but your heart relaxes immediately, knowing that he will always support you, even if it’s from the shadows. Before he pulls away, you push your hand against his lips so that they finally, completely connect. To your delight, he doesn’t hesitate or move away.

Everything will be okay, as long as you have Miya Osamu by your side.

[freakurodani]

"Did you know that your eyes gleam like a cat's?"

"Do they?"

"Yeah! Especially when you turn toward the lantern!"

"Hm. I didn't know. I suppose it makes sense. Cat eyes glow in the dark because they reflect light so they can see better at night."

"Gwahh! That's so cool! Are you a cat, Akaashi-san?"

A smile snuck its way onto Keiji's lips. "No, I'm a witch."

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

the daichi to sugu pipeline ………….