#reimax

[misdre]

it's been a very rainy autumn here so far! time to share an umbrella!

[teabiscs]

finally finished this after an almost two month break on it to work on mayblade.

[poda-venna]

Can't stop imagining them as Rei and Max now.

What about a buddy daddies AU with Rei and Max?

[ashxketchum]

MAYBLADE 2023 - "SCHOOL"

[seventeenlovesthree]

@misdre I mean, I haven’t drawn them in three billion years, but a ship week sounds nice, doesn’t it???

[jollyrolls]

Day 13 Royalty

The Bodyguard and his Loyal King

I wish i had time to properly shade it and make the colours pop, but this will do for now. I hope i can finish one day.

The idea was that Rai comes from a clan of spies and he was sent to actually see if the budding Mizuhara dynasty is a threat or not to his kingdom and he disguises and gets a job as a bodyguard. Max is very sharp and finds out very quickly about Rei. But he is very intrigued and Rei seems to just observe the business and court stuff and do nothing - not even reporting.... He is very quiet at first but slowly they develop a friendship and Max slowly trusts him and falls for him after Rei genuinely saves him a lot of times. And now, they both spend their days pining and enjoying each other's company.

[kinomiya]

every time you taste my cooking you just say it's amazing (does it need more salt or not I stg)

Reimax (bonus if max tries to add mayo)

Rei getting absolutely fucking manipulated: the short story.

“Hey, can you taste this for me?” Rei inquired as he carefully carried a spoon over to his boyfriend, his free hand underneath to prevent it from dripping onto the floor. Max smiled and leaned in allowing the older man to delicately place the spoon into his mouth before he closed his lips around the utensil.

Rei gently removed the spoon from his mouth and waited for a response from the other man who seemed to allow the sauce to rest in his mouth for a couple moments before finally swallowing it.

“So? How is it?” Rei asked when his boyfriend failed to comment.

“It’s amazing, everything you make is amazing.” He said with a brilliant smile causing Rei to frown slightly.

It was always like this, Rei was sure he could boil eyeballs and Max would give him the same feedback, always “it’s amazing”, never that it could use some more onion, or salt, or garlic. Sometimes it worried him that he was making no progress in developing his cooking skills being left unchallenged like this. Especially when Takao’s so very delightful boyfriend would occasionally grace them with his presence for dinner only to tell him his food was “fucking flavorless” like the peach he is, leaving him unsure if he was serious or just goading him.

Rei thought maybe he was getting lazy cooking for his friends who were mostly just happy to be getting fed without having to prepare it themselves, desperately wishing his boyfriend would give him some feedback once in a while.

“Well… it could use something.” Max said suddenly and Rei emerged from his reverie, perking up immediately at the thought that maybe he’d finally get feedback on if the dish was balanced or needed additions.

“Yeah?” He inquired, encouraging Max to continue his thoughts.

“Mayo!” He exclaimed cheerily, causing Rei to clench his jaw and close his eyes, trying to mask his irritation

“No, absolutely not, I’m not putting mayonnaise in it.” He said firmly, trying to remain neutral as to not insult Max’s love for the condiment.

“But…. You asked.” Max spoke softly, his expression falling, and his lower lip trembling slightly, his big puppy dog eyes staring directly into Rei’s soul.

All of Rei’s resolve would crumble in an instant and he’d sigh defeated before taking one his boyfriends hands and rubbing the back of it with his thumb to comfort him

“Alright… we can add a little mayonnaise.” He said watching as the boy perked up and pulled his hand away from Rei, prancing to the fridge and throwing the door open dramatically, grabbing the off-white bottle from the door.

Rei looked on in crushing defeat as his boyfriend proceeded to squirt a quarter of a bottle of the mayonnaise into the dark rich sauce he’d spent the last hour preparing.

Sometimes it wasn’t a battle worth fighting.

[misdre]

i guess this is my halloween drawing now this year. so i added some jack o's

i think the mood turned out pretty nice actually

[teabiscs]

oh its been a minute for you two.

reimax suggested by @istan-idraw

[hidinaway]

[ID for image 1: An image with a black background/ On the top is a row of emojis of the Palestinian flag. Underneath in red letter it reads "Global strike week, 21-28 January!". Underneath that it reads in with capital letters "Ceasefire now!" /End ID]

[ID for image 2: Same as the last image, but now the white letters read "We are human beings like you. We had beautiful cities, many lives and dreams. They were destroyed in front of you and are still being destroyed. You can make a difference and stop this genocide. Do not despair and continue until the ceasefire." / End ID]

[ID for image 3: Same as the last image, but now the white letters read "Strike from the economic movements, work and your normal life because nothing is normal in this life! Strike as much as you can and protest.. for a whole week or until this madness ends! You can disrupt the economies that support genocide and make your and our voices heard! Call for strikes during the next week for an immediate and permanent ceasefire!" /End ID]

[ID for image 4: The image shows a twitter thread. The first tweet by mikes followed by a pin emoji palestine resources (@/judaelis) that reads "the .last strike called for a total boycott of all goods for the day, putting pressure on corporations and governments with a total withdrawal from the economy that day. the idea is to center your whole day around calling for a ceasefire and centering palestine in your discussions" Underneath there are two images. The first one reads " Global strike !!!!" in red letters, "Remember, tomorrow 11th Dec, is a global strike day. If politicians do not hear us, then we can strike from economic life and daily movement and we can boycott everything, we can put pressure on them to stop supporting and blessing the massacre that is happening in Gaza." in white letters and "Ceasefire now!! !!" in green letters. The second one reads "The will of the people can't fail. If we can't shape the world we live in, if we can't stop a genocide So miserable is our life." in white letters. The "can't fail" and " So miserable is our life" are in red letters. Both images have black backgrounds. The second tweet of the tweeter thread is again by mikes followed by a pin emoji palestine resources (@/judaelis) and it reads " in december many people worked to get #StrikeForGaza trending, so the goal of the day if you choose to be on social media is to spend the day educating and platforming palestine, and to not take away from any of the important discussions at hand" /End ID]

[ID for mage 4: The last tweet from the previous thread, again by mikes followed by a pin emoji palestine resources (@/judaelis) and it reads " overall, plan to not go out/ spend money on the 21st and if possible take the time off from school/work and spend the day centering palestine!!" followed by the emoji flag of Sudan, wich was most likely an accident. /End ID]

[ID for image 5: An image with a white background. On the top inside a red rectangle in white letters reads " Act Now Against These Companies Profiting from the Genocide of the Palestinian People." Underneath are four rectangles with red outlines. The first one reads " Consumer boycott targets" and has the logos of AXA, puma, carrefour, hp, chevron, caltex, israeli goodsd, reimax, ahava, texaco, siemens and sodastream. The next rectangle reads " Diverstment and exclusion targets:" and has in it the logos of elbit systems, caf, volvo, cat, barclays, jcb, intel, hd hyundai, chevron, tkh security and hikvision. The 3rd rectangle reads "Pressure targets:" and inside it it had the logos of google, amazon, airbnb, bookng.com, expedia, disney and teva. The last rectangle reads "Organic boycott targets:" and in it it has the logos of mcdonalds, domino's pizza, papa john's pizza, burger king, wix and pizza hut. The image at the top right corner reads "BDS: freeom, justice,equality." /End ID]

[ID for image 6: A tweet by Mirna El Helbawi (the username is not visible) that reads "90% of the journalists covering and reporting what's happening on ground now in Gaza, are reporting from your e-SIMs, the e-sims you donated. You are giving Gaza a voice, your role is critical in the genocide. Keep donating. Keep saving Gaza, Gaza will not be silenced" the tweet continues but we don't know what it said. Underneath it is an image. The image has an orange background over a white one and reads "Connecting Gaza" in calligraphy. Under it reads "#ConnectingGaza Let's keep Gaza connected" in caps. Under it reads "Holafly (israel) and (Egypt) needed. Nomad (Regional Middle East). 5% discount on Holafly when you use: HOLACNG. Send QR code screenshot to: gazaesims@gmail.com" /End ID]

[ID for image 7: A tweet by Care For Gaza (@/CareForGaza) that reads "Alhamdulillah we managed to deliver cash to a few families today despite being in challenging and arduous conditions. We are grateful for your support." Underneath the are four pictures of children, each holding a white envelope. /End ID]

[ID for image 8: A tweet by Care For Gaza (@/CareForGaza) that reads "We spotted a depressed and confused man standing in a street looking around helplessly. We learnt that he can hardly provide for his children and living conditions are miserable. We gave him some cash and bought a bag of flour. Thanks for your generous support." Underneath are two pictures, one of a person caring a big white bag and one of a child holding a white envelope. /End ID]

[ID for image 8: A tweet by Care For Gaza (@/CareForGaza) that reads "In the face of the raging war, she has hopes and aspirations | Gaza". Underneath is a picture of a girl holding a big plastic bottle of water that has a brown-looking liquid in it and striking a pose. /End ID]

Bisan is calling for another global strike!

I saw some posts just outlining Jan 21st, and wanted to clarify that Bisan has called for a full seven days of action.

What a global strike would look like is:

calling in sick to work

purchasing bare essentials ahead of the week so you can observe the general boycott of goods / buying as little as you genuinely can

putting in a concerted effort to elevate Palestinian voices and make it clear that this strike is in support of a permanent ceasefire!

For those who will have to purchase necessary goods during this time, please observe the brands that the BDS movement is asking us to boycott!

♢♢♢

Right now is also a good time to mention some better uses for your money during this week.

Available e-sims in Gaza are running low!!

Mirna El Helbawi and her team are working round the clock to continue to connect Palestinians as Israel does its best to cut them off from the rest of the world.

You can learn how to purchase and send e-sims here, and below you’ll find a list of what is currently needed (the areas in brackets indicate what region you should select to buy e-sims in).

--

CareforGaza is an organisation that does verifiably good work, distributing supplies directly to Palestinian families.

They have a Gofundme set up at the moment, but because of Gofundme’s poor track record regarding refusing to transfer funds to Palestinians, I’d recommend continuing to donate directly to their PayPal here.

Good luck to all of you. Don't turn away from Palestine!

[poda-venna]

Straight ship for straight lovers

Straight ship for gay lovers

Straight ship for sapphic lovers

Gay ship for straight lovers

Gay ship for gay lovers

Gay ship for sapphic lovers

Sapphic ship for straight lovers

Sapphic ship for gay lovers

Sapphic ship for sapphic lovers

[ashxketchum]

3 ● 2 ● 1, MAY I TAKE YOUR ORDER?

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digimon Doodles Masterpost 2023

Since Tumblr seems to be broken as of right now when a post contains too many links, I need to come up with a contingency plan!

General:

Taishirou: [The Beginning - Valentine’s Sap] [March 4th Anniversary] [Recharging] [Gentleness] [Taikouvember Cover] [Pride Month Dance] [The Beginning Countdown - UsaMamo Redraw] [Taikouvember Countdown]

Taiora: [Hug - Revisted]

Koukari: [Doll Kisses]

Taichi Yagami: [Official Art Redraw] [Crest Test Doodle]

Sora Takenouchi: [Workout]

Koushirou Izumi: [Corrupted]

Hikari Yagami: [Dolls]

Groups: [Baby Digimon + Items] [Baby Digimon + Items, Team Light/Team Hope edition] [Taikourato Harem] [The Beginning - Partner themed shirts]

Others: [Koromon doodle] [Fei Commission] [Colour Theory - Taichi Yagami] [Colour Theory - Koushirou Izumi] [Bakuten Shoot Beyblade - Reimax Doodle] [Hotaru Izumi - OC Taishirou Lovechild] [Dai/Ken vs. Barbie/Ken] [Miraculous Ladybug - Marichat Birthday Art] [Art Summary 2023]

Comics:

Taishirou: [The Beginning - Reassurance] [The Beginning - Senpai] [Reboot English Dub - Baby’s First Crush]

Others: [Taichi + Motimon: Belief] [Koura - Romantic Chronicles] [Gomamon is pro Pan/Polysexuality] [Jyoumato - matching haircuts] [Jyoumato - matching haircuts II]

Character / Ship weeks:

Taichi Yagami Week 2023: [Thank You]

Koushirou Izumi Week 2023: [Izumi Family Reunion] [Four AU Concepts] [Headcanon Musings] [Hugs For Senpai] [Confessions]

Taikouvember 2023: [Canon vs. AU: Miraculous AU] [Past & Future: Future Family Bonding] [Trauma & Healing: Self-Sacrifice] [Visible & Invisible Signs of Affection: Goggle Kisses] [Brave Knowledge & Curious Courage: Semiconductor Proposals] [Free Day: Light of Hope - Beginning Spoilers] [Free Day: 2023 Collage]

Taiora Week 2023: [Theatre] [Pirates]

2021

2022

2024

[kinomiya]

Since its winter here, a sledding scenario with reimax and rei has never done it before

here it is, the tooth rotting reimax content i promised.

please enjoy this cheery break from the normally scheduled gloomy shit i write.

Rei looked at the imposing snow covered hill towering over them and then back to his cheery partner, a look of apprehension on his face.

“So we’re going to walk to the top of the hill…” he began, watching the younger boy nod in confirmation before he continued:

“… and then we’re going to slide down it, completely uncontrolled, on this wooden thing you call a toboggan?” He finished, watching Max nod again.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fun!” Max exclaimed as he grabbed onto Rei’s hand,  beginning the trek up the hill, dragging him and the sled up the snow covered hill behind him.

He tried to calm his nerves, focusing on something other than what felt like an imminent demise or disfigurement. This was not what Rei would necessarily consider fun, quite the opposite in fact. And yet, Max had looked at him with his pleading puppy dog eyes that they came here because he hadn’t been downhill sledding since he moved back to Japan from America and Rei didn’t have it in him to tell the man no, he would rather face inevitable death in fact.

The warmth from Max’s hand radiated through his mitten providing him a small comfort as they reached the hilltop and he envisioned them careening out of control down the slope at nearly 30 kilometers an hour.

They were going to die.

“This is your first time, so you should sit in the front!” Max’s happy chirp came from beside him as Rei shifted his gaze between the hill and his boyfriend, who now had positioned the sled facing downhill.

Rei was about to protest when Max tugged him by their intertwined hands, leading him to sit in the front part of the toboggan. Instead he slowly lowered himself into the sled, figuring at least if he was going to die, maybe his corpse would act as an airbag for Max.

Unconcernedly Max climbed in behind him, gently pushing the ground with his hands causing the sled to slip over the edge it teetered on and begin its decline. He laughed and wrapped his arms tightly around Rei’s midriff leaning against his back, his unadulterated joy in complete contrast to Rei’s horror.

He gripped tightly onto the front of the sled, tucking his head as much as he could as he clenched his jaw waiting for the inevitable impact with the ground or a tree as they sped down the steep incline, his soul nearly leaving his body when they hit a small rock that jostled them sideways, at least that last thing he’d hear was his boyfriend giggling with unbridled happiness.

And then, just as quickly as it began, they slowed, coming to a complete stop at the bottom of the hill, alive and intact, Max still holding onto him tightly, laughing cheerily into his ear.

Slowly, Rei relaxed, and as he released his death grip on the front of the toboggan he also began to laugh, more from relief and the adrenaline pumping through his veins than joy. 

As he straightened his back he felt the man behind him shift closer, his breath on his cheek, he tilted his head to the side to look at him and was met by Max leaning in to place a chaste peck on his lips before he grinned widely and spoke:

“Let’s go again!” He said cheerily, scrambling to his feet, waiting for the other man to follow him. Rei sluggishly crawled out of the sled as the adrenaline wore off and he sauntered towards Max gently grabbing him by his scarf and pulling him close, brushing his lips against the other mans.

“Only if I get to sit in the back this time.” Rei replied playfully between several kisses.

Without hesitation Max grabbed him by the hand again, dragging him back up the imposing snow covered hill, the sound of their laughter echoing through the crisp winter air.

[misiwrites]

Mayblade Days 1 & 2

i got a questionable idea of trying to write a fic for @may-blade where each daily prompt makes up one chapter… will i be actually able to keep up with it? idk. i have to write really fast if i want this all done and posted on time, so this is very first draft tier writing

high school AU, a focus on hiromi and tyhil, set in a culturally ambiguous setting of a "bey town". this will be a bit different from what i usually do because i decided to throw in as many ships as i can fit (for high school shenanigans) and many are stuff i've never posted before, tyhil included. it felt like a fitting ship for a school AU and goes well with a side dish of reimax (and all this other stuff i'll sprinkle in) so here goes nothing. just gonna go bonkers with it. may clean this up later for posting on AO3, may not if i don't manage to even finish it, which is possible

and i flipped days 1 and 2 so i'm posting both at the same time. it felt sensible not at all because i ran out of time on monday

prompts: school, unpopular character characters: hiromi focus; see each chapter for who's included bc even i don't really know yet pairings: hiromi/takao; same as above

Hiromi is a first-year in Bey Town High where the majority of students engage in afterschool club activities. When her only friend in school quits their club with no other members, she's forced to venture outside her comfort zone and try to make more friends.

CHAPTER 1 prompt: school characters: hiromi, emily, mentions of others pairings: --

“So, what now? Are you going to quit the club for good?”

Emily’s chin dropped. “Well…”

“So you are.”

“I’m sorry, Hiromi – but you know how much I need the scholarship. Prioritizing the tennis club is the only sensible thing to do. It’s okay if you’re angry with me.”

“I’m not angry,” Hiromi said, though she was a little. She stared down at her fidgeting leg.

“It’s not like we really need a club to keep meeting like this, anyway. I mean…” Emily’s hand gestured vaguely around the space they were in, the lousy excuse for a clubroom they didn’t have; since its foundation in the beginning of the school year, their astrology club had been holding its meetings at the end of a musky corridor in the cellar floor of the school, next to some rusty pipes and other unfitting backdrops, where a perpetual waft of paint and some cleaning agent lingered in the air.

Alright, so maybe their astrology club didn’t have a clubroom. And maybe it had only two members, which were Hiromi and Emily. And, just maybe, they could as well have done their astrology-related geeky stuff literally anywhere else, such as either the Tachibana residence or the Watsons’, but. But but but.

“And, you know,” Emily then decided to put into words what Hiromi precisely didn’t want to hear, “maybe you could go check out some other clubs, too. It would be a good way to meet new people…”

The fidgeting intensified. Em, don’t do this to me.

“…and maybe even make new friends,” the ginger finished, tentatively.

“I don’t want to join other clubs.” Hiromi preoccupied herself with picking stray lumps of lint off her hoodie while talking. “Everyone’s got their own cliques already. It would be awkward. Nobody wants a random weirdo forcing herself into their group in the middle of the year.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. The people in this school aren’t as bad as you think, Hiromi. And you’re not a weirdo.”

That was easy for Emily, fairly popular and a rising youth tennis star, to say. Hiromi, on the other hand, was an unathletic tomboy with few redeeming social qualities; she was studious and quite enjoyed school, had never been the out-going type, and preferred putting an effort in homework over partying or whatever it was that others did in their free time; she had no impressive hobbies to speak of, as her main interests were geeking out about all things spiritual or supernatural and collecting old books; she had plain brown hair and brown eyes and had never been the type to pour copious amounts of time and money into her hair, make-up, or clothes.

Her personality was on the serious side, she wasn’t a playful jokester or a vending machine for clever one-liners like all the popular girls seemed to be. She had never been the bestie that someone would choose first for anything, she’d never been part of a tight-knit group, and she’d never had a real relationship with anyone. No, it would be awkward to the extreme to squeeze herself into some club now – not to mention that she wasn’t terribly interested in, well, almost anything mainstream. She wasn’t very artistic or good at games or well-versed with popular culture other than the couple of shows she religiously followed (and even then, she wouldn’t have joined a club for those because the extent of her nerdiness was definitely embarrassing).

She was, simply put, just a normal girl. Just a Hiromi. She couldn’t become something she was not.

For a minute longer, Emily tried to persuade her to come check out the tennis club, or maybe the rest of the sports clubs. Hiromi gave her a tentative “maybe later” while harboring feelings of intense disinterest.

No, she thought, I’m not giving up on the astrology club that fast.

The following morning was the first time in months that a nervous sweat threatened to dampen her palms as she walked the short way to school. She had so perfectly adapted to her role of being invisible in class already, now she’d have to actually start a conversation with someone new for the first time in weeks. It made her heart thrum uncomfortably. She’d even forgotten to properly prepare for the morning group class. Very uncharacteristic of her.

She took her usual seat by the window near the back of the room, set her backpack to the side, and turned to look at her class. A critical thought. Who in here could I in any sensible way imagine at least consider joining the astrology club?

And there it was: her group, 1-A. Stitched together from wildly different types of people by the infallible hand of the one and only Bey Town High.

Emily, who sat next to her, had yet to arrive. The few other girls she’d done as much as talked to before sat near the front of the classroom, including Ayaka whom she didn’t know much about – apart from the fact that she had a jerk of an older brother who was part of the school’s most notorious bully squad, which effectively kept anyone from starting any shit with her – and Salima, the school council president. Salima seemed alright, always cool and collected; she had a mature air to her that alleviated the intimidation factor. Next to Salima, as always, sat Kane – the two were inseparable, for all Hiromi had seen so far. Even now, as she ogled the pair from her seat in the back, the two were engaged in looking at something together from a shared phone screen. Hiromi wasn’t sure if they were a romantic item or not, but if they weren’t, they sure were a close set of friends.

Two desks over, usually behind the now-absent Emily sat Zeo, a dainty sort of boy from a rich family; behind him, another boy of the same rich sort but infinitely worse in personality, Olivier Bohringer (who insisted on being referred to by his full name by his “pleb classmates”) whom Hiromi was surprised to see present in the first place, the snob had a habit of being chronically late with very little regard to how it might inconvenience others. Olivier had the repugnant aura of do not associate with me, whereas Zeo was lively, friendly, if not a little pushy, as if he always had something to prove. Always trying, mostly in vain, to show off to the boy whose desk he now, too, was leaning back towards in his seat with the expression of an obedient dog – yes, right there, behind Zeo, sat the boy that Hiromi had been actively avoiding making eye contact with for the past few months. Kinomiya Takao.

Not daring to look at him for too long, she stole a deliberate glance at Takao as if in passing. As if her gaze was simply wandering. He was sitting back in his chair, relaxed, laid-back as always, wearing a cap of red and blue and white with the lid facing back, engaged in conversation with some classmates, some guys called Brooklyn and Garland, Hiromi hardly knew them, as she hardly knew anyone to begin with; Zeo was eagerly trying to join the conversation that he hadn’t been included in, he never was yet always tried, wanted to be one of the cool boys and their cool circle.

Hiromi let the words float by. She could hear Takao talking but didn’t want to listen, pretended not to hear his vivid voice that carried over the sea of classroom clatter like it always did. She swiftly fixed her posture and decidedly set her eyes on the back of the person sitting in front of her. It was this short boy called Ivan who only ever read comic books in class, some weird nerd she knew absolutely nothing about.

She was oh-so-annoyed by the way her heart had chosen to leap in anticipation. It was stupid, the way she riled herself up for doing as much as looking at Takao for a bit. She crouched to grab a notebook from her backpack; it felt safe, hiding behind the excuse of urgently and thoroughly needing to check something in her notes.

While making sure that nobody could see her writing, she scribbled the names in the corner of the notebook page:

Kane, Zeo – maybe?

LITERALLY ALL OTHER BOYS – NO.

Ayaka – maybe? don’t know what she’s like

Salima – ok.

So the decision had been made.

CHAPTER 2 prompt: the past characters: hiromi, takao pairings: hiromi/takao

Hiromi and Takao had been childhood friends.

Their houses had been right across from each other on a long, long street in the eastern district of Bey Town. To young Hiromi, this street had been her entire world. The old, wooden house like a jewelry box across the street had been so fascinating to her child’s mind, the large Kinomiya residence with its traditional dojo and yard full of unusual trees. She’d started visiting the family regularly and befriended their younger son, a boy of her own age, Takao. Everything had been so effortless back then, and they’d become friends with the ease and sincerity that only children possessed.

They had built a beautiful tree house with help from Takao’s older brother and held secret meetings; they’d gone to the corner shop of that long, long street to buy candy with the first pocket money of their lives; Takao dug out bugs with a stick from the ground and proudly presented them to her. Innumerable wonderful childhood memories had stuck close to Hiromi’s heart all through her life.

They had only been children. Silly and unassuming, copying what they saw adults do, turning it into just another game. After visiting some family to attend her aunt’s wedding, Hiromi had wanted to play it out. Let’s get married! Just like that. And Kinomiya Yoshie, Takao’s beautiful mother who always wore flowers in her hair, had sewn her a little white dress because she’d asked for one.

Hiromi’s understanding of “getting married” had been to hold Takao’s hand a lot. Parroting cheesy lines about how they would be together forever and taking oaths that were comically solemn for children of their age. She had told him he needed to get her a ring because a boy was supposed to get one for the girl he married, so he’d made one of some twigs he'd picked from the ground. It had been big enough for two of her fingers to fit through. She hadn’t minded, because it had been a gift from him; she’d been so grateful that she’d given him the smallest of kisses on the cheek, just a peck.

Then she proceeded to never forget about that peck. Not for one minute of her life.

Eventually, the Tachibana family had moved to a different house, to a plain flat in a plain apartment building where the only view was the wall of an equally plain neighboring building and a parking lot. She’d been as heartbroken as a child could be – for about three weeks. Then she’d started attending elementary school right next door.

She’d sworn to visit him at least once a week, but it was quickly forgotten. In her new school, she’d begun to notice that girls and boys did not play together – that it was, in fact, embarrassing to play with boys because they were stupid and messy and stinky. The next time the Tachibanas and Kinomiyas held a get-together, Hiromi had hid behind her mother and avoided Takao’s attention all day. The whole pretend marriage thing had started feeling thoroughly humiliating and she didn’t want it addressed ever again.

And she didn’t want to know if Takao still remembered that peck on his cheek now, in high school where they had been put in the same class to her absolute mortification. He had tried to talk to her in the first couple of days of the semester. She’d greeted him politely, then proceeded to pretend she didn’t know him. She prayed to gods that he hadn’t told anyone else in their class about their shared past – but he probably hadn’t, as it didn’t seem like the kind of thing guys would talk about.

Not that she really knew what guys were talking about. After all, she hardly spoke to anyone.

[stroblitz]

This pic has been on my pc for a few days now and I can’t not share it anymore coz I’m super happy with how they look. It’s for @misdre (obviously lol) so I hope you like them :D

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