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[keiyoomi]

detail/s: iwaizumi × afab!reader ; kira (daughter) | dad!iwaizumi • fluff!

note: happy iwaizumi day!!! this is all i could write for now. enioy reading!

after years of spending time with each other, you already know how sharp iwa's instinct could be. his talent only improved when you two finally started your own family.

"kira-chan, let's decorate papa's cupcakes, okay?" you gently said while opening the bags of marshmallows, sprinkles, and chocolate chips. "he must not catch us making these."

little kira's ponytail bounced as she nodded her head. her curious eyes watched your every move as you picked up several chocolate chips to decorate one of the cupcakes.

kira reached out for the bag of sprinkles. her eyes slightly widened when the bag made a sound in the process. she looked at your direction but you only chuckled at her before kissing the top of her hair.

"papa won't hear it. don't worry," you said softly while placing the cupcake you did in the cupcake organizer.

your little girl tried to copy your movements, only for her to frown when she saw three sprinkles on the top of the icing. she turned to you and watched as you placed the sprinkles on the cupcake.

"ma, pu' mo'. kiwa wan' pu' mo'." ["ma, put more. kira want put more."]

you smiled and showed her how she can put more toppings on her cupcakes. you grabbed a handful of marshmallows before slowly releasing it from your hand.

once again, your adorable little toddler copied your action and this time, she was successful. her eyes twinkled with joy when she finally see more colorful sprinkles on the top of her cupcake.

she clapped her hands and cheered with her adorable tiny voice. "kiwa did it! yahoo~!"

as much as you wanted to tell her to keep her voice down, you couldn't help but feel proud of your growing child.

but of course, you knew that her victorious cheer woke up that day's main character.

you glanced up and met the gaze of hajime, whose bed hair is still quite comparable to that of a bird's nest. although his eyes were squinting, you could tell that it's been a while since he started watching you and your daughter.

"you're not supposed to be awake yet," you grumbled while watching him walk towards the kitchen.

"papa, dun cam. papa no no!"

hajime pouted before kneeling next to kira.

"but papa wants to say good morning to mama and kira."

"but sprice, papa. sprice!" she emphasized making you chuckle while nodding.

hajime laughed before placing a tender kiss on kira's forehead.

"but kira already surprised me."

little kira gasped, covering her lips with her tiny hands. "really?" she asked with wide eyes.

iwaizumi nodded his head. "really!"

"when?"

"when kira kissed papa's head earlier."

your daughter turned to you with wide eyes. "oh no!"

you and your husband laughed at her cute reaction. hajime stood and walked towards you.

he wrapped his strong arms around you as he rest his chin on your shoulder.

"you've been awake since we started, huh."

"uh-huh," he responded while nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. "thank you, love."

"happy birthday, hajime."

"i love you," he whispered while looking at you, his lips were inch away from yours. his lips looking more inviting for some reason. l

when you were about to share a kiss with your husband, a tiny voice suddenly spoke.

"done, mama? done?"

when you and your husband looked down, you saw how little kira was covering her eyes while taking a peek in between her fingers.

you and your husband chuckled before peppering your child with kisses.

"happy birthday, papa!"

"happy birthday to me, indeed," he replied as he pulled you and your child closer to him.

[keiyoomi]

Recently, I had to look for some of my old works and found one of my faves. It's called A Writer's Nightmare, something I wrote 2 years ago. I read it from the beginning and ended up wanting more. It was one of those works that I kept in my stash as I thought they weren't good enough. But dang. It was good. Too good that I want to know what happens next. So, yeah. Unfortunately, I have to write the next chapter to know what happens next.

Taking a break from doing your craft gives you that space to breathe. Taking a step back would allow you to look at your work from a different perspective. Perhaps the WIP you're doubting today is a WIP that your future self would love to read.

never actually blank

i have been talkin on this alot during my book tour but wanted to put words here for any buckaroos trottin around the internet.

questions chuck gets asked in signings or Q AND A sessions have WIDE VARIETY in their way, but theme that comes up over and over is: 'i wish i was a creator but i cannot find success in this way' or 'i wish i was a creator but my mind is blocked'

bud, you ARE a creator. we are all HERE TO CREATE it is our natural state of being. we cannot help but create.

buds might say: 'but i have not painted in months i have no inspiration left'

as far as chuck is concerned this is missing the incredible vastness of what CREATION is and what ART is. the art of a painting is not just about oil on canvas. it does not end at the border or the frame. the ART and the CREATION is so much more than that and sometimes we can numb ourselves to this way. the months spent pining for inspiration are just as important as the brush you pick. what you had for breakfast that day is just as important as the colors and hues. every misstep or big win along the way IS THE ARTWORK.

your art is not just your painting, it is the mixed media piece called your life. you are creating thoughts and ideas and dreams. in a physical sense you are creating heartbeats and breaths and even words vibrating through the air saying 'i cant think of anything to paint'

BUD THESE ARE ALL VALID PIECES and together they make something incredible and unique and POWERFUL. how deeply moving it is to exist here on this timeline, adding yourself to the even LARGER piece that we are all constructing together as we push back against the empty spaces and fill the cosmic void with our love.

so do not be discouraged by writers block or a blank canvas. a canvas is never actually blank and you are writing with every moment that you trot through.

i cannot speak for YOU, but whenever i let the artwork of this timeline flow around me, the more my specific pieces like writing or drawing come into focus.

bud we are building a masterpiece with every second of our lives, sometimes tragic and sometimes glorious. just gotta step back a bit and give it a look

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[imomomi]

“She aimed her next serve at him and got benched. ” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

All I can imagine is Atsumu shouting:

“Hey L/N,” he paused when she didn’t look up, “Number 13!! You’re really cool, go out with me!”

And then:

Y/N stepped up to serve, weighing the ball in her hands as she waited for the whistle. Atsumu was right in her line of sight. Her annoyance at the botched rally---they’d lost a point-came back full swing and before she knew it, she was hitting the ball directly at him when the whistle sounded. 

He had enough reflexes to dodge, the ball hitting the back of his chair and grinding to a halt in the stands. Atsumu looked down and smiled impishly. 

“Wrong way, L/N. You’re supposed to aim at the other side of the net,” he shouted, tossing the ball over the bannister and back down. She flushed, anger taking over and took a step in his direction. 

“You stupid jer-” said Y/N.  Another whistle. The ref looked at her wide eyed and pointed at her coach who was motioning to the bench furiously. 

[rintarous]

Suna is a tsuntsun. Daz it.

deadass,,, why am i attracted to bitches like him 

[keiyoomi]

HIM TEACHING YOU THE 'PROPER ETIQUETTE' DURING BALLS HELD BY SOME SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE IN FONTAINE. HIM MAKING SURE THAT YOU ATTEND YOUR DANCE CLASSES. HIM.

BALLROOM DANCING WITH NEUVILLETTE IN A MASQUERADE BALL

[seita]

hi. i love you and your works. (灬♥ω♥灬)

hi i love u more ))))):

[doodleniella]

Ahhhh I didn’t notice that tiiiiiny mistake on the drabble fuuuuuuuuuuuck— ; u ;

[bakutae]

Hi~~~ can you add me to your taglist???

sure!! 🥺 i'm assuming for haikyuu only right?

[sneezefiction]

Hiiiiiiiii!!! Congratulations on reaching 2k!!! 💖

awwww thank you so, so much ;u; !!! i appreciate it bunches🥺💕

[keiyoomi]

stranger danger

pairing: s. kiyoomi × AFAB!reader / could pass as gn!reader too.

detail/s: ; fluff; college student!sakusa; short(?) reader; height difference (sakusa's taller than reader)

it sucks, but you don't know him.

although you've been meeting his gaze more frequently, he remained as a stranger to you. he's just the curly haired, neck-stiffening tall and handsome stranger.

that is, until he decided to confront you—for something you've never intended, nor have planned to do.

“stop following me around.”

as soon as you've processed the words that came out from his lips, you frowned. you've never followed anyone around before. you'd rather spend your time doing your homeworks or rewriting your notes than following him around.

"huh?"

instead of clearing up the confusion, he simply squinted his eyes before stomping back to his seat, few tables away from you.

you could almost feel the veins on your head popping.

× ∆ ×

“so persistent!” he muttered while wearing a deep frown on his face. "what do you want from me?"

you calmly sat in front of him as his face slowly turned into a scowl. he was the one assuming things, not you.

"who even are you? showing up wherever I go won't make me like you!"

all eyes were on your table as soon as they heard his outburst. those who knew you were taken aback, while others looked at you with disgust despite not knowing anything about you.

"sakusa-san, i'm afraid you're in the wrong here" your professor began before settling his things on the table. "they just transferred here from overseas."

his silence was too loud, you had to keep yourself from cackling.

somehow, it felt like you just won.

-----------

days passed by in a blur.

the curly giant who used to bombard you with accusations that was not backed with facts, now lurked around you and your small circle. he stares at you whenever he spots you and for some reason, he always has something in his hands whenever you see him.

like a cat presenting a fish to their owner.

“l/n-san,” komori, the cousin of the cat-like person staring at your direction, called with a smile on his face. “i hope you can forgive him. he means well, but he... experienced unpleasant things with several people.”

“komori-san, I won't say that I understand his situation because I've never been in his shoes, but at least he shouldn't just confront people who meets him during his classes.”

you sighed. “we're basically acquaintances at this point. anyway, I've already forgiven him after his outburst. so...”

sakusa's eyebrows rose while holding out his peace offering, hoping that you would finally accept it.

“there's no need for you to buy those things everyday,” you said while looking at him. “we're good now, okay?”

“...ends?”

you tilted your head. “huh?”

“are we friends now?”

you glanced at his cousin before chuckling.

“of course. I mean, if you wanted to be friends.”

[keiyoomi]

TITLE: PLUS ONE PAIRING: Kamisato Ayato x F!Reader DETAILS: CEO! AYATO X VP!READER ; ENEMIES TO LOVERS ; JEALOUS!AYATo ; SIBLING DYNAMIC (EMPTY THREATS, BASICALLY) SUMMARY: BEING INVITED IN A WEDDING IS SOMETHING THAT YOU'RE USED TO DO WITH AYATO. HOWEVER, DURING YOUR CLOSEST CLIENT'S BIRTHDAY, BOTH OF YOU RECEIVED AN INVITATION—AND BOTH OF YOU NEEDS A PLUS ONE.

MASTERLIST | COMMISSIONS | ASK | TIP JAR

HIS PALE BLUE HAIR remained neat despite being buried under hundreds of paper documents that required his full attention. However, unlike him, the woman sitting right across his seat was already at their wits' end. For some reason, seeing you frustrated made his chest flutter.

"Why do we even have to check these documents like this? We don't live in 19th century or something!" you complained while reading the contents of the two files you were holding. "We could've worked on these things if only the imp allowed that upgrade we terribly needed! Oh, wait. I needed."

You finally looked up at him with her fiery eyes. Ayato was quick to avert his softening gaze back to the document in front of him. Knowing that you're mad at him made him want to tease you more.

"Come on, now, Y/N." He said, trying to de-escalate the situation. "It's not like this was the first time we do this."

Unfortunately, the current situation made you recall those days when the company was just established. Back then, there were only five people working together to achieve the goals of the company back then. Now, only the two of you remained in the company—plus several hundred other employees you've hired over a course of time.

"Can't you just approve the suggestion of the board? Surely, you don't find this situation favorable to your end either." Ayato tilted his head, fueling your annoyance further. "For goodness sake, Ayato. This is not efficient and environmental. Can you please let us work with all these files using some gadgets?"

"We could." Your eyes quickly brightened upon hearing a positive response from him. "But we might not be able to review each document thoroughly if we suddenly shift to a different mode of reviewing these files."

You're dying to pull your hair off. Oh, scratch that. You're dying to pull his hair off of his head, shave the remaining strands and sell it for some coins.

You were about to let your inner voice win, when there was a sudden knock from his door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kamisato, Ms. L/N."

His secretary entered the office while holding two things in her hand. You briefly shut your eyes, praying that it wouldn't be something that would take up your remaining free time.

"Mr. Kotaro sent these invitation for the two of you along with a note."

You groaned before extending your hand towards her. She politely placed the rough invitation card before excusing herself.

"That asshole really got married ahead of you," you remarked while trying to figure out a way to open the invitation without ruining the wax seal that secures it. "Guess he really do have more charisma compared to you."

"It's not that," he murmured. "Anyway, he really said that we need to bring a plus one or we wouldn't be able to enter the wedding hall."

"Oh, really? That ass really want to rub it to our faces, huh?"

Ayato finally looked at your eyes. His light purple eyes used to captivate you every single time, but perhaps being around him for several years made you immune to his charms.

"So, who are you going to bring as your plus one?" he asked.

You tilted your head, trying to rack your brain if there's anyone in your life that you could bring as a plus one. So far, no one comes to mind.

"Who are you going to bring as a plus one? That's the question that's begging for answers." You can't allow him to know that the other possible partner you can bring to such event are the piling documents in your office and his office.

"I don't know. Can't we just go together, like usual?"

You raised your eyebrows.

"Would that even work if we both get invitations?" you asked. "Also, he specifically asked us to bring a plus one. Each. Maybe you could bring Ayaka as your plus one."

"No. She's busy."

"Oh, really? I never thought she'd be busy during her vacation?"

"Maybe we can just ask him to cut us some slack and let us go there as each other's plus ones?"

You shook your head. "Nah. I don't think he'd allow that. Plus, knowing that guy, he would definitely try to play like cupid again and pair me with some stupid looking guy who would try to put their hands on me like, ew... no."

Ayato placed the invitation right in front of him before clasping his fingers. "It's not like he would actually kick us out if we attend his wedding without any partners, right?"

"Or you can invite your secretary to the party."

"No. It's either you or no one."

You scoffed. "Anyway, I think I know who I'll be attending the wedding with," you said before going back to your seat.

"Who is the unlucky guy?" he asked.

"Definitely not you."

AYATO KEPT ON PESTERING YOU. For the past few weeks, he kept on barging into your office, asking for more information about your plus one to the upcoming wedding. However, his efforts were futile as you now know how to keep your lips sealed.

Eventually, he stopped asking.

"So, what are you wearing on that day?" he asked while not looking away from the file he was holding. "Are you going for a couple look with your plus one?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Then, there was silence between the two of you. For some reason, you've noticed how his secretary no longer enters the office as often as she used to do.

"Are you firing your secretary? Don't you think it'll be a waste not to put her skills into good use?" you asked while dragging your chair closer to him.

"Aren't you firing your secretary for trying to get too close to you?" he fired back.

"Come on, Thoma is a great guy to work with. It's just that you kept on shutting him down whenever that guy tries to speak."

"Tch. What's so great about him?" he grumbled, earning a nudge from you. "So, will you bring him as your plus one?"

"Maybe I would, maybe I won't."

You could feel his burning gaze, but didn't allowed him to breakdown your walls. You need to keep your partner's identity a secret until tomorrow.

He'll finally figure out by tomorrow who you'll be coming with anyway. Might as well keep him on his toes until the day comes.

DAY OF THE WEDDING. FINALLY, THE DREADFUL DAY HAS ARRIVED. You had to wake up early to prepare yourself and your plus one for the event. Fortunately, there was enough time for you to prepare for the wedding and you were able to arrive at the venue before it begins.

Your partner began to sweat when he saw the amount of flowers outside the wedding hall. Some of them came from big companies, while others came from familiar names. He knew some of those people as well. and immediately recognized one name written on a sash.

"You didn't tell me that the brat is coming!" he whispered loudly while keeping his eyes on the sash. "I've never considered bashing your head on the curb, but I'd probably do that later," he threatened despite the cold sweat on his forehead.

You rolled your eyes before looking around, looking for a pale blue hair in the crowd. Ayato, for one, is not someone who would arrive late in a ceremony—even if the man of the day is someone he probably loathes more than anyone else.

"Shit, shit, they're coming!" you partner panicked before hiding behind you, attempting to look smaller than you are.

Before you know it, you were already looking up the familiar smug face of Kamisato Ayato.

"So, you came with... this man." His condescending voice made your partner briefly shudder in fear. "Care to introduce me to him?"

You pinch the back of your partner's hand, making him stand properly with a faint blush on his cheeks. "Ayato, Ayaka, meet my distant cousin—Aether. He looks weird, but he's probably safe to be around."

Ayato squinted his eyes, making Aether shake even more. "Hm..."

"Do something about that guy," Aether whispered to your ear before jumping out of his skin. "You scared... me—oh, shit."

"Miss Y/N," Ayaka began while covering the lower half of her face with fan. "Would you mind if I borrow your partner for a moment? I never thought that I'd see a familiar face in this place."

The smile on your face was slowly fading away, knowing that your last defense against Ayato's charm will be taken away from you.

"S-Sure. I mean, if he don't mind." You turned to your distant cousin, and knew that he would definitely come with her—for reasons he might not be able to share with you.

And so, you were left alone—once again—with Kamisato Ayato who was, coincidentally, wearing an attire that compliments your outfit.

"So, I guess this means that we'd have to enter the hall, together. Also, it's not like we're breaking any of his demands," he stated as he extended his hand in front of you. "May I escort you to the hall?"

"Of course," you responded while trying to keep your heart from leaping out of your chest.

You should've been immune to his advances, but looking at how he neatly tied his hair to the side while letting some strands of hair fall to his face while wearing his eyeglasses made your heart race once again.

He single-handedly destroyed the wall that surrounded your heart without even saying anything that would've made a normal person's heart flutter.

"We really should've just gave away one of the invitations in the first place," he whispered while guiding you to your designated seats. "It's not like Kotaro would even notice it."

"Oh, he definitely would. And I wouldn't hear the end of it," you replied before sitting on the chair.

"Care to tell me more about it?" he asked while leaning dangerously close to your face.

You squeaked, before covering your lips. Embarrassed, you look away from him and watched as other guests began to fill in the vacant seats inside the hall. One of them were your respective partners who were looking around the room.

"He—" Before you could even grab their attention, Ayato suddenly grabbed your arm and made you turn to him. Without a single word, he suddenly placed his soft lips against your before pulling away with a smile.

"Ayaka," he called his sister while keeping his arm behind your seat.

You touched your lips while still looking at the man who just stole a kiss from you.

What the hell?!

[keiyoomi]

last chance

details: t. kei × gn!reader ; 800+ w/c ; loosely related to my first tsukishima fic?

trigger warning/s: murder ideation; implied stalking; implied blackmailing;

note: I'm getting rusty after not being able to write for more than a year now. let me know what you think!

listening to the sound of waves as it hits the rocky shore soothes your racing heart.

you've established a rule for yourself ever since you broke up with kei: severed relationships shall never be salvaged—no matter what might happen in the future.

but such rule was immediately ignored as soon as your gazes met at the reunion party of the old karasuno team.

he still has that air of arrogance that kept you riled up as a teenager. his features have already matured and he became taller over time.

most of the former members of karasuno learned about your past relationship when you were both in college—when he was still in a relationship with that other person after ghosting you.

“of all places, why did you chose this place for our conversation?”

“i've learned to keep my options open at all times.” you didn't bother to turn around look at him when you replied. “depending on your answer, I can to listen to the ocean while contemplating whether to forgive you and give you a chance.”

then, you glance at him. he walked towards your direction and stood close to you. he was wearing a frown on his face, clearly not amused by your statement earlier.

“and your other option?” he asked, stuffing his bare hands in his coat's pocket.

“bash your head against the rock if you piss me off.” then, you shrugged. “i can drag your body towards the water; let you drown until your body disappears—”

you paused upon feeling the weight of his hand on your shoulder. you turned to him and saw him covering his face with his palm.

“you good?”

“can you tone down your ideas... please?” the he removed his hand from his face. “i know that what I did before was wrong. I shouldn't done what I did to you back then. I know that I deserve all the hate that I receive from you, but...”

he pursed his lips.

“...I never lied to you whenever I said those three words. never.”

“hmm... I highly doubt it.” you looked at his face and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “i bet you've said those words to her too. while you suddenly cut me off of your life.”

“never.”

“what?”

“i've never said that to her.” you couldn't see his reaction as he spoke. “that's the reason why she broke up with me.”

you chuckled. “hm... I think you just don't want to be—” you paused while motioning your head towards the ocean.

“i'm telling you that I'm still in love with you after all these years. I am still hoping for your forgiveness. Hoping for you to love me again.”

“why?”

“huh?”

“why did you suddenly leave? why did you not even tell me that you're leaving? why did you tell everyone we know to never tell me where you are?” you asked before your voice broke. “just... why?”

he looked down and fiddled with his fingers.

“i... I love you too much that I want you to be with me.”

“what?”

his teary eyes met your confused gaze.

“i wanted to be with you until you graduate. I wanted to stay by your side and wait until we can go to college together.” he pursed his lips and covered his face with his hands.

you remained silent, processing everything he just told you.

“but hearing you look forward to a future where you achieve your goals even after we settle down made me realized how immature I was acting.”

he chuckled dryly.

“i am filled with too much love for you that i was willing to forget about my own dreams. I love you too much that I almost abandoned my goals, my passion... myself.”

“...and when you met her? did she made you recall who you are? did she reminded you of who you are before we met?”

“no. no.” he shook his head while looking into your eyes. “they were...” he paused. “they know who you are. they were one of those people who learned about me after watching our games.”

you shook your head, refusing to believe what he was implying to say. it wasn't impossible, but should you believe the words that comes out of his lips?

“i-i would never—ever—put you in danger. not when I can do something to prevent you from getting hurt.”

“i... I need more time to think...”

“please...” he said, kneeling in front of you while wrapping his arms around your legs. “give me another chance...”

“do you know how much I suffered after you left me? you idiot!” you replied while crying your heart out. you tried to pull him away from you but he kept his arms wrapped around you.

“let me go! hands off me!” you brush the tears from your eyes. “i won't believe a word that you say. you broke my heart. ignored me after we met again and now you're asking me for another chance?”

“give me a chance, please! just one last chance!”

you turned your head towards the glistening waters of the ocean as the sun began to set.

strangers from afar would think that it was some romantic proposal. the setting exudes romance on par with those scenes that could only be seen from movies and described by the writers on their works.

but reality was far from the imagination they have.

“one last chance.” you look at his pitiful figure. “give me another chance to myself to you. if you still believe that I'm not worthy of you...”

“i hate you...” you whispered.

tsukishima faltered as he heard those words from your lips. his arms slowly loosened around your legs, losing every ounce of hope that he has in his system.

“you big dummy.” you wept before kneeling in front of him too. “you could've told somebody about that person! you could've told the police about it! you could've told me.”

you leaned your head against his chest and cried with him. “all these years I've hated every fiber of your being. I hated you for leaving me behind.”

“i'm sorry,” he whispered, pulling you close to him. “i'm so sorry... for all the pain that i've caused you...”

you wrapped your arms around him while telling him the pain that you've felt all those years—and allowed him to soothe you until the sun finally sets from the horizon.

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[keiyoomi]

(fanart by dasssv)

It's been awhile since you've last seen the view from a hilltop. For some reason, it was where he asked you to meet up.

He was sitting at the best spot to look at the bustling city when you arrived. Mysta's head was hanging low as if he was lost in deep thoughts.

He was so pre-occupied with his thoughts that he didn't even notice your arrival. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but at the same time, there was contentment.

Somehow, you feel uneasy. As if whatever reason he asked you to come might break your heart. You shook your head, dismissing that feeling in your gut.

“Hey, silly. Did I make you wait?” you asked as soon as you settled next to him.

He blinked and slowly turned his head towards you. His soft bluish eyes met your gaze before giving you that tight lip smile.

“No,” he said while shaking his head. “You're just in time.”

He suddenly looked at the horizon, his lips were tight pursed as he tapped his fingertips against his knees.

“Hey, you good?” he glanced at your hand resting against his shoulder before meeting your eyes.

Oh, your vision began to blur as tears began to slip from your eyes. Followed by hiccups and sniffles that you've been holding back for so long.

“You already know why I asked you to come here?” he asked with a smile before playfully ruffling your hair. “You're a really smart cookie, aren't you?”

He suddenly looks back at the skies above you two. The air around him was different compared to how it was recently. It was as if you were seeing an earlier version of him.

“You know, I can't really understand how you've come to like me.” He chuckled. “Like, I'm just a normal guy who sometimes talks shit to myself. Like, why...? How come someone as talented and special as you pays attention to some weird guy?”

“Because you're amazing, Mysta.” You wiped the tears from your eyes before looking at his eyes. “Your humor? Immaculate. Your laughter? Infectious. And the noises you make?” You paused before clearing your throat. “—Questionable.”

“You little—”

“I can't really put into words how I ended up adoring someone like you. You're weird and sometimes insane, but for some reason, it makes you more you?”

“You're nuts.”

“And?” you asked, before sniffling again. “I don't know how I can make you understand how I feel whenever I watch you do crazy stuff, but I hope you can accept what I feel for you?”

He looked down, before looking at the city once again.

“I don't know, man.” He sighed. “I really wish that someday I could understand why you liked me. I wish that one day why you create all of those things for me.”

“You'll be able to do so, Mysta,” you replied with a smile. “There's no doubt about that.”

“Man, you're making it so hard to leave,” he whispered while covering his eyes with his right arm.

One simple gesture made you weep once again.

“Can you stay with me just a little longer?”

He sniffled. “It's not gonna be that easy, you know? It's not like I could just say 'Sike! I've changed my mind. I'm no longer leaving.'"

“Can't you stay even just for a little bit?” you whispered while holding onto the hem of his long sleeve.

“Don't worry, I'll always be around,” he replies while patting the top of your head. “I bet you'll know that it's me when that day comes around.”

He smiled with tears in the corner of his eyes.

“You'll be fine.”

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Hi!!! I'll make things more formal later on, but for those of you who are looking forward for update here, it might take awhile for me to do so. I'm currently doing some transitions in my life and some of them would greatly affect me in the long run so I'm preparing for it.

At the moment, I am writing some short one shot stories at @omiomi-kyun. I haven't even launched it completely and it is currently on its soft launch. Meaning, I am not yet accepting requests at the moment, but I am grateful to the positive responses I got for the fics I've posted there so far.

As for this blog, I will keep the username and not change or move anything. Well, maybe besides the short series I've been planning to post here before. Yes, including the crowd favorite from my past works and the recent ones.

Thank you for supporting me since 2020! I'll still be lurking around here. Hehe.

Not a farewell. Just a notice. ☺️

[keiyoomi]