#so sorry xenon

[rockdrop]

Another one

So I'm sure I'm not the only one who thought of this, but it's pretty safe to assume Kanade's mood can be influenced by sounds (hc: that she hears musical hearing and all, which means even pretty quiet sounds can count)

Let's say: Kanade hears a music box - she immediately becomes soothed, or a fork accidentally brushing against the plate and making a screech - it makes her brain hurt, and so on.

Now imagine, this rare occasion, where it's just her and Mafuyu. Kanade has just been rambling overall but is immediately abrupted by...

A giggle, a very soft but genuine laughter coming from her friend. That right there? Made Kanade want to hear it more, not only did it show Mafuyu healing but as a whole it felt like music to Kanade's ears. She needed more.

Ever since she'd always have this "Get Mafuyu to laugh" mission at the back of her mind, pretty certain it would escalate it into heartwarming situations :3

- Xenon

knmf stop being so cute challenge impossible/!?!?

I couldn't help but remember that TikTok thing where an influencer asks random people what they're listening to

[cursezoroark]

They're perfectly healthy. Which is great, considering the circumstances. I met most of them by coincidence though. My mawile is from my mom.

I don't think I would be alive without them. Nor would they be alive without me. They're strange, but that's ok. They're hard workers, and work together nicely. I love them, plain and simple.

... But if there was any issue, it would be with Xenon.

I met her at Terajuma. As much as she is strong, she's very aggressive. Isolates herself from the team, and clings. However, Beau has slowly been integrating her into our strategies. It's better than it was before, but every so often, she would have fits. She would fall for her own illusions.

I don't know why they happen, but I'm trying to work through it. After all, I'm the only one who could.

(ask box is empty! if you want to ask mona anything please feel free to do so via the askbox (or comment)! :D and hopefully i won't take a month to answer)

[princema-k]

bad news: still going thru art burnout

good news: my homosexuality does not care

[trashcanbutterfly]

!! CYTUS 2 SPOILERS !!

if you saw me post this like twice before no you didn’t

[tillman]

no she/hers?

the she/hers are all lower on my sheet im sorry women im so fucking sorry

[gible-love-nibles-archive]

so i watched a playthrough of no straight roads and uh. neon j, huh. he's so strange i think he's so fun! he's an army man. he made a boy band from scratch. he's traumatized. if tvtropes isn't leading me astray, he's literally just organs in a robot body. i love him so much he's like a weird uncle to me. i may or may not have been drafting an s/i which also incorporates my Disability Feelings and like. yeah. sorry this is awkward but good talk i hope you've been doing okay! - self-isinsert

!! Hey Xenon! Don't worry, I don't think this is awkward at all; it's really nice to hear from you! I've been doing alright, had a super busy day yesterday.

But either way, Neon J!!! Yeah, he sure is just A Guy's Organs Shoved Into a Robotic Body which. Damn. But at least he got a cool design out of it, love a good TV head

Being more serious, I just adore that the boy band in this game is literally being manufactured; it's so clever. But also how 1010 were built to make people happy, tying back to how Neon J is a toymaker along with being a ex-army man. And how he calls us out for breaking Yinu's piano from the previous fight and makes us question if we're really doing what's right. AND the boss music slaps. Augh, there's a bunch of other things I could say about Neon J, he's so cool!

And when you finish your S/I, I would like to see them 👀 I should really play No Straight Roads again, I wanna bring back Clover

Hope you're doing ok yourself Xenon!

[celestiachan]

@scavenger-toll

I wanna see the tiniest smallest birds you have!

Well thats an easy one!

Bee Hummingbird (Mellisuga helenae), male, family Trochilidae, order Apodiformes, endemic to Cuba

This species is the smallest bird in the world, weighing in at a maximum of only 2.6 g.

photograph by Falko Düsterhöft

photograph by Dave Curtis

photograph by RitaIvanauskas 

[effelants]

i'm so sorry for my friends xenon i will discipline them asap

[celestiachan]

How long had he been there?

He couldn't tell. The only colour he could see was his own, desaturated yellow skin. The rest was black. Every second, all he could feel was intense, agonizing pain. The more he grew numb to it, the more intense it became. He never had to eat, sleep, or bathe anymore. Wherever he was, it gave him just enough nourishment to survive, right into his body, somehow. It was his own personal theory, at least.

A large, orange stick figure crashing into this...hell out of nowhere snapped him out of his own thoughts. Glass was scattered around him. Sunny looked at who had just crashed and almost shrieked with delight.

Long, wavy hair; half shaved. A shoulderless long-sleeved orange-and-white striped shirt. Denim shorts. Tall orange boots.

It was his father.

"Daddy!" he yelled.

But the tall figure didn't look at him. Instead, he was facing to the right.

Perhaps he didn't hear him.

"Daddy, I'm right here!" he cried out. But instead of turning to face his son, he walked--no, ran--further to the right. Sunny tried as hard as he could to reach out to him, to take a single step in his direction, but the pain was too great.

Why was he running away from him?

Had Sunny been naughty?

"I'm so--"

He interrupted himself with a gasp.

Pink petals he hadn't noticed before lay at the feet of his father and another, smaller stick. Long orange arms were wrapped around a slender purple body. "I'm so sorry," his father said.

That's...weird. Sunny had never seen the purple-skinned boy in his life. How did he not notice him here?

The purple one began sobbing. "I-It's...ok. I love y-you," he said, struggling to get the words out through his tears.

Now that was even weirder. How could this guy love his dad? He'd never even seen him before. After all, he loved--

"I love you too," his father said.

To some guy Sunny had never seen in his life.

That couldn't be right.

"Daddy, come back!"

Despite all the pain, he took a step towards him. Then another.

"Daddy! I'm right here!"

The more steps he took, the more his feet glitched. But he didn't care. All he wanted was to reunite with his father.

"DADDY, PLEASE!"

His voice grew desperate as tears threatened to spill. He was so close. Just a few more steps, and--

They were gone.

Sunny had blinked. There were no petals or shards of glass. No purple-skinned boy.

No father.

His legs glitched as he sunk to the ground. His tears dripped onto his knees, but he didn't care.

Had his father even been there? What about the purple one? Had he been alone in this...glitchy Minecraft hell for so long that he had begun to hallucinate?

His sobs grew strong enough to affect his breathing. No, he thought. That was too real.

He hugged his knees close to his face. From this point on, he wouldn't just sit waiting for his dad.

He'd get out of here. He'd see his dad again.

And he'd do anything to get him to look at him.

(PLEASE reblog i lost sanity for this /hj)

[rockdrop]

Doing introductions are we? :0

Well then, Xenon here aka the anon who talked about Clingy Teddy Bear Mafuyu 👋🏼

So would that make me Anon X 🤔

Point is, howdy! I got another knmf headcanon to share, your honor *ahem*

Upon living with Kanade, Niigo goes out a lot more frequently to relax and buy stuff. One time, they were passing by a toy store, and per Mizuki's request they walked in because "who can say no to cute stuff?" Mizuki's just absolutely estatic with all the plushies, Ena's reaction is more tame but she still seems excited and Kanade is just vibing.

As Mizuena have their banter, Kanade realizes Mafuyu's gone quiet and so she glances over at her just in case. Mafuyu's there safe and sound, but what she found interesting is the lyricist being curiously glued to a certain section of the toy store. Sadly, said lyricist doesn't really mention it to the others and just moves on.

Jumping forward they returned home and Kanamafu start unpacking the bought stuff. There were the groceries, some new tech material, the usual. But all of a sudden Mafuyu feels a rather soft texture in the shopping bag, she pulls it out to reveal... A bunny plushie! It's the same one Mafuyu saw at the toy store, albeit just slightly bigger.

Mafuyu looks a bit bewildered (as much as one can in her case) and looks back at Kanade who in turn is like "do you like it? I saw you being kimd of enamored by the bunnies in the toy store. Sorry if it's sudden-" but before she can comment further Mafuyu just looks at the plushies and just... Holds it, she pulls the plushie close to her chest with her eyes closed, looking very relaxed. At peace even. Eventually, Kanade hears a soft "thank you" muffled because of the plushie and at that sight, Kanade is relieved and happy for Mafuyu

TLDR: Kanade has an easier time picking up on Mafuyu's any reaction as little as they may be, because she pays attention to her a lot. She cares :))

I rest my case 👍🏼

- Xenon

Kanade alwaysss notices the little things about her IM GONNA CRYYyyY and i really love the detail about them typically buying tech stuff and groceries together as if they were a married couple 😭😭

[inbabylontheywept]

Hold Your Breath and Burn

Seventeen hours.

Seventeen hours of sitting in his ruined craft, waiting for the carrier to send someone out to save his sorry ass. Seventeen hours of praying that he’d get out before the waste heat from his scrammed piece of shit reactor officially crossed the line from wring-out-your-underwear to meat-falls-off-the-bone. Seventeen hours of praying he was gonna make it.

And now with one blip of radio noise he knew he was gonna die.

Honestly, it was almost a relief.

He punched in a message through the QRAM system.

Hunter-Seeker nearby. Just caught an IFF ping. Being used as bait. Abort rescue.

A drop of sweat rolled down his nose as he waited for a response. He considered letting it drop to the floor. No need to draw this out any more than he already had.

The computer chirped at him. He almost hadn’t expected a response. Any time spent on him would essentially be wasted.

It was oddly comforting to know that they were willing to waste time on a dead man. Helped him feel less like a casualty on a spreadsheet. There was something human about knowing that someone would waste time on you.

He checked the message.

I’m sorry.

He shrugged. What else could be said? He was sorry too. Dying sucked. He’d bitched a lot about living, but honestly, it was starting to look like a pretty great deal.

He cut his self-pity short before it could even grow roots.

He leaned over the QRAM, suddenly tired.

Now what?

There was a longer pause. No sweat dribbled down his nose. He was glad for the reprieve, even if he knew what it signaled.

Hunt-Seekers are dangerous threats.

An obvious statement. Borderline cagey. Something about it made his hackles rise. He waited to see if another message would arrive.

One did.

Would you be willing to make one more sacrifice for mankind?

Ah.

He mulled the question over. Considered every reason he should say no. Considered every way to say no.

Will it hurt?

There was no pause in the response to this. The immediacy was frightening. He’d hoped there’d be something couched in there, but the straightforwardness moved him.

Yes.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. He wasn’t dead yet.

So be it.

---

The plan was surprisingly simple. Completely unsurvivable, but simple.

First, he would vent the cabin. He had an emergency O2 tank that would last for approximately three minutes. The safest speed that the cabin could be vented at was a little under fifteen minutes. That wasn’t possible, so they’d have to rush the job and see how he made it. The goal was to take exactly as long as the tank would last, and then hold his breath for the last part, because it would, in theory, be very short.

Step two would be overriding the reactor scram. The boric acid would be pumped directly into space, and the reactor would flair up to 1200 F. That was actually the primary reason they needed to vent the atmosphere first: To cool the interior cabin enough that the reactor wouldn’t simply incinerate him in the first five seconds.

Lastly, he would activate a mini-jump. If he was lucky, the Hunter-Seeker would only detect the exit blast, and warp to the end of his FTL cone. It would then drift through space, lost and confused, for at least several seconds. He’d use those last few moments to consider his life up to that point. Then, the reactor would run out of built up xenon.

The rest would be physics.

Are you ready?

The operator's final message hung in the air. Was he ready? Could anyone be ready for this?

Yes.

Pull the trigger. I'm gonna be the first person in two-hundred years to give Oppenheimer a hug on my first day in hell.

---

Another blossom of crimson splattered across his vision as the pressure gauge crept below zero point two atmospheres. He had no idea what the depressurization was doing to his body, but it hurt like hell. The vac-suit was clinging to his body like saran wrap now, damn near tight enough to break a rib, and it still wasn’t done.

He snuck another peek at the pressure gauge.

Zero point zero five.

He went to suck another shaky breath from the tank and found nothing left. His vision was already fading in at the corners. This was even harder than he’d thought.

He stared at the gauge and willed the last bit of air away.

Zero.

Finally.

He leaned across the console and hit the override on the reactor core.

---

The reactor did not roar to life. There was no air to carry the sound, no messenger in this void save light. And the message that light carried was not thunder, no roaring in the canyons, but heat and pain. The energy didn’t flow out of the reactor like it did in air, it was an immediate, searing, flash of agony.

He couldn’t tell if the vacsuit was melting into his skin, or if his skin was melting into the suit, but he could feel a dreadful wetness across his back, the one part of his body exposed to the war god slinging him through space. He barely noticed the sensation of warping, barely noticed the first hesitant blip that appeared on his LADAR screen.

But barely was still enough.

It worked. The stupid son-of-a-bitch had fallen for it. The Hunter-Seeker set a destination at the end of his warp cone and jumped blind. It was catastrophically lazy, and even as his lungs burned from lack of air, even as his back burned with the blowtorch heat of a dying reactor, he knew that he’d won. There was nothing left to do now but wait.

He looked through the display that pretended to be a window to the outside. Imagined the stars, beautiful and gleaming, suspended over the vastness of space. He saw the faint white shine of the reactor reflected across that glossy screen, felt that half numb pain of fire across his entire back, and imagined that last bit of xenon trapped inside, fading away, lost in the sea of neutrons. Fading, fading… gone.

He could almost swear that the flash of light began right there, right as he imagined it would. He died then, ripped apart on a level that few can scarcely imagine, but for one brief moment before death took him, his underwear was dry in the same elegantly understated sense that space is cold and stars are warm. Four hundred kilograms of highly enriched uranium going supercritical is a magical thing.

The Hunter-Seeker never had its moment to look death in the face. All it knew was that in the space where a carrier should have been, it was alone. And then it too was gone. In the space where it used to be, where it had been, there was little more than echoes of fire and heat.

And then those too faded to black.

[cherri-cola-soda]

…… they do have souls..

dracs are kinda freaky lookin’,,, I think I’d kill people too if I looked like that. I don’t blame them for their rage and hatred

[lunch-squad-askblog]

We need to talk

This is very late in my timezone and I'm severely tired so I'll just get straight to the point.

The Lunch Squad is being cancelled.

I know, this will most likely come off as a shock to most of my followers. Heck, it was for me too. Unfortunately, deep down I knew it was inevitable.

I'm not asking for forgiveness I just wanted to truthfully convey my thoughts to you all.

Now please don't get me wrong, I still love this story. I love Korra, Quince and Xyril dearly. But I guess... Maybe their tale was never meant to be finished.

Although, I have this one last tribute video with my little guys, to at least give this blog some sense of finality.

With all that said,

Thank you very much for reading and I'm sorry :'))

- Xenon

[extravagantliar]

veilguard spoilers ahead - as it has been fifteen days and Knife time

I haven't been explicit with the words, even though y'all know my thoughts.

I am glad he's dead. Oh my God.

NOW ONLY WE the people CAN FUCK WITH HIM

I cried like a baby the first thirty minutes because Tepid got the first run, and I will tell you this: Tepid said wait, hold on, but as soon as Solas opened his big mouth, I was like yep, he's cooked, put me in the ground too.

Let's briefly break it down to explain why I clocked it in as the knife went in. Peepaw is fifty-one— at most fifty-two at the start of datv, and he chooses to walk up a set of stairs and get into a hand fight with a man with a loaded gun. One, he's not that strong anymore. Rook helped him up over a barrier - which can be chalked up to being nice, but if we're playing in this sand box here's the truth - peepaw has been on a horse and walking around Thedas because Charter said so and is not in great shape at the start of DATV. He's tired, and this is an exhausted man's last march; you can call it if you listen and hear Varric ask Rook to take care of the team. Okay, Phil Coulson, see you in Agents of Shield for some reason.

To be honest with you Varric could have taken Solas in a fight in the middle of DAI - but to me that stops at the well.

Solid delivery and diabolical, very few notes. I love the elves, but I hate the skirting they get. Solas I am kissing you on your big bald dumb head, there are at least four ways around what you have to do and I love that you pick the messiest way each time. My favourite ending for him is the one where he goes a bit loony toon villain at the end. I get he was mad, but it's the same thing as the blood magic line; I listened to your funny words in Haven, magic man; I know who you are. Maybe. You're the star of the show. You're awful and the worst. Cried like a baby when Tepid's Inky and Solas chose to go to fade jail together.

I liked all the companions, but you can guess who I was most happy to have in the party at all times. Banter was good, I wish the team had more time to bicker and grow, but that's a me thing. Shorter timeline for this game than the last three - likely weeks or months rather than months and years.

However, I do not personally like the way Varric's death was handled outside of this. It makes my former little medical brain go mad because what do you mean your companions are just off letting Rook talk to what I assume is a table and a bed as Bianca is canonically in Harding's care - as the Xenon wants to buy her arms even in pieces. My dude, Rook, is so massively concussed. As I have had a concussion that should have killed me - someone should have been watching Rook a touch closer. Also, my gripe with DAI and having Inky wake up on a bedroll to the four idiots fighting in the snow, and then Sunday School breaks out.

I know what is happening here, and I understand why they wrote it this way as Phil Coulson'd him into the lauder of Heroes in the Great Big Sky. The good thing is I can be critical of their choices, KNOW why they made them due to pressures from EA, and then carry on with my boat.

I am fine with his death, I think it's apt as they couldn't keep all the choices, and Blabbermouth knows like everyone. Catch the one string to Rook? POWER IMBALANCE.

So what does this mean for me?

Nothing.

This blog is here to stay - and my swerve verse is simple. If you want a DATV verse, great. Peepaw is alive, and he's got a massive hunk of lyrium in his chest, or he's rattling around with Solas saying shitty things because they're stuck, and he's about to either commit a crime or figure out if he can be the crime committed.

Also, doubling down, I have built six years of Kirkwall, and I'm sinking with that ship. I'm taking Sid and Nik with me, and that's it.

Sorry.

[saralovesyouu]

“Disaster.”

Miya x Reader songfic

Summary: Your Miya’s first love, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it, you, or his feelings.

Warnings/things to know: Slight implication of female reader, minor cursing, parts that aren’t on plot of sk8, some angst? You get a happy ending though dw dw.

(A/N) : Didn’t really get to post till now busy with school but since it’s summer already I’ve got loads of time but not enough motivation so I’ll probably post writings of different characters slowly cause yeah, but I hope you like it. English isn’t really my first language but I love writing, so if there’s any grammar errors or spelling mistakes lmk!! If there’s anything you want me to write, I can try!

Let me just set the scene!

Miya had invited you to watch him at one of his S matches, he was going against this ‘new Canadian kid’ as he put it. And you agreed. “Good luck.” You encouraged with a smile, he felt himself smiling too but he shoved it down. He scoffed, turning his head away “won’t need luck.” He muttered confidently, heading to the start so they could begin. As soon as the buzzer rang, the two sped off. You watched in awe at how gracefully Miya was losing skating, the blue haired teenager he was going against started to catch up to him, as if it were nothing.

.

.

Once the match ended Miya looked so bummed about having lost—to rookie too. You giggled at his pouting “what was that about not needing luck?” You teased. “Shut up.” He murmured. You smiled. “Relax,” you say putting a hand between his shoulder and back. “you did great either way.” Miya swore you looked absolutely stunning, despite the dim lighting of the lamp post and your clothes that got dirty from skating earlier. “Yeah..” he muttered, too mesmerized by your beauty to come up with some snarky remark.

Cause the potential of us was keeping me up all—night long.

You met up with him the following day for school, dressed in the uniform. “G’morning Miya.” You smiled, he looked at you and looked away. Even in the school’s uniform you looked pretty. “Morning.” He murmured in a trance. Your smirked. “Miya I know I’m pretty, admire me all you want, but we’re going to be late for class if you keep staring at me.” Said boy flushed red. “S.. Sorry. You’re right, let’s go.” He said shaking his head to clear his thoughts and began walking with you to class.

Like what if you freak out when we’re losing it all

At the critical chapter, where I say “I love you”, and you don’t say it after.

The two of you were in science class, passing notes back and forth. Miya made sure to listen partially to what the teacher was talking about, just in case she called on either or both of you. And so you wouldn’t get in trouble. ‘Skate park after school?’ You slid the piece of paper over to him. He looked down and got his pencil out to reply. ‘Sure, but we should probably finish our homework before skating.’ He slid it back over to you. You chuckled lightly, which made the cat-like boy raise an eyebrow. He wondered what you were thinking about. You smiled, pursing your lips in a tight line—or at least tried to, so you wouldn’t burst out laughing. ‘Are you inviting me on a study date?’ He blushed, and whipped his head quickly to see you snickering. Your lips were twitching as you covered your mouth, trying to keep yourself from laughing. “Ms. (Y/N)? What’s so funny?” The teacher asked. “Oh nothing, I’m sorry.” You said, clearing your throat. “Well then could you tell me which group the element xenon lands in?” She asked, crossing her arms. Everyone turned to you, waiting to laugh at you when you would supposedly get the wrong answer. You smiled. Miya was a bit worried, cause although he knew he was paying attention he didn’t know if you had. “Yeah no problem, group 18, it’s in the noble gases.” You say confidently. The students groaned, turning back in their seats, disappointed the wouldn’t have something someone to laugh at. The teacher just gave you a questioning look but just shook her head and continued on with her lesson. Miya was impressed. He found himself smiling when you smirked victoriously. “Guess studying for hours straight actually is good for something.” You joked, elbowing him. Just the simple touch made his heart race. “Yeah..” shit he really did like you.

Now I’m falling in faster, this could be a disaster.

School finally came to an end, and you stretched your arms over your head. “Tired?” Miya asked. “Yeah, can’t believe they made us run that much.” You sighed. All he did was chuckle as you got your stuff from your locker. “Oh right, can we stop by my house real quick? I don’t want to be skating in a skirt.” You said, shutting your locker. “Of ‘course, her majesty can’t be tripping over her large ball gown.” Miya teased. You scoffed and smacked his shoulder lightly. “Wow I’m hurt.” He teased, but he couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

Let me just—lose my mind.

The sun had started to set, your homework was long done and forgotten. Miya was teaching you some new trick that you hadn’t learned. Sure he laughed every time you would fall, but he always helped you back to your feet. “This is has got to be the millionth time you’ve fell.” Miya teased, reaching his hand out to help you up. “Yeah for you.” You muttered under your breath, thankfully he didn’t hear. “What was that?” He asked. Taking his hand to get back up, you shook your head to rid of your thoughts before smirking at him. “I said and if this is the millionth time I’ve fallen, then it’s the millionth time you’ve helped me up.” You chuckled, making him blush. Miya knew that wasn’t what you said, he thought he heard something else. But he figured he must’ve been hearing things. He couldn’t get his hopes up too soon.

But if I'm reading it wrong, man, it'd be better off if I died.

The sun was just about to sink completely in the dark blue horizon, you could see the stars twinkling up. You and Miya had finished up skating for the day, opting to just sit at the top of the ramp, and attempt to stargaze. But it was hard to see anything with all the city lights.

“The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” You asked, clearing your throat. He looked into your eyes then back at the moon and smiled, “Yeah, it is.” he replied, not understanding what you were hinting at. You sighed, and let your head fall back onto the railings on the ramp. You winced with your head hit the metal bars a little too hard and he scoffed with a smile. “Idiot.” He muttered under his breath, turning to look at you as you glared at him and rubbed your head to try to soothe the pain. “Be careful,” he said, looking at you lovingly. But he immediately ‘coughed’ and added a “don’t want you to get even dumber than you already are.” Which made you shake your head and smile at his demeanor.

This could be a disaster, I’m pedaling backwards.

“Wanna watch my match tonight?” He asked. You tried to forget about last night, because you knew he was stupidly dense and wanted to save yourself from embarrassment. “Um. Sorry, gonna have to turn you down this one time. I gotta finish studying for that math exam.” You lied, or at least partially. You were just making up excuses. He raised an eyebrow at this, clearly knowing you were well prepared for the test, and even though he’d never admit it he felt hurt. “Ah. Okay. Well good luck with the studying!” He said awkward through gritted teeth, biting down on his tongue to avoid asking questions. You were probably busy, he thought. “Maybe next time.” You chuckled awkwardly. You both looked down at the floor. You wanted to go watch him, but you couldn’t. Every time he smiled or laughed, or even when he made his usual snide remarks he made your heart race. “Yeah.. next time.” He repeated. “Well I’ve got to go—“ you both said making you both chuckle. “Yeah, love you bye!” You accidentally blurted out. “What?” He asked shocked. You clasped a hand over your mouth. “I said you’re such a fly.” You lied. “Well uhh— I should probably go.” You said speeding off. And it would’ve been okay if it weren’t for the fact that Miya hadn’t said a word.

He fucking heard.

Maybe I'm mistaken

During his match, you were all he could think about. He tried to shake it off and concentrate on one goal, winning. But every time he tried, he thought of you again.

You're not mine for takin'

In your room you were panicking, rummaging around for anything to calm yourself down, but you found yourself empty handed.

.

.

After a while you finally calmed down, listening to music from your favorite artist. Recalling what you had said, and that he had heard you, you screamed into your pillow. You heard a soft thud, then another. You lifted your head up from the pillow, to see another stone was making the noise. You got up to see what it was, assuming it must’ve been one of the neighborhoods kids trying to pull some type of prank, but when you got up to look at the window, you saw no other than “Miya?” You called, though it almost sounded like a question. “Hey, can we talk?” He asked, kicking his feet into the grass anxiously. You pursed your lips, grabbing a sweater and exiting out your window.

Maybe I just made it up, messed it up.

You guys walked a bit, probably aimlessly till you somehow made your way to the skate park you guys would hang out at. He climbed up the ramp, then extending his hand to help you up. He wasn’t acting like himself. You took his hand anyways, sitting down awkwardly, nervously swinging your legs over the edge. “(Y/N), listen. About what you said—“ “If this is your way of rejecting me gently, save me the trouble and just say it.” You interrupted. He looked at you confused, his eyebrows furrowed, half annoyed that you would think that was what he was gonna say and a bit bewildered that you interrupted him. “Geez at least let me—“ but he stopped himself when he noticed you were tearing up. He cleared his throat, grabbing your hand. “That’s not what I’m doing here,” he started, you looked up to gaze into his green eyes. “Actually, what I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted me,” he continued making you laugh a bit. Though it cracked a bit, as you were on the verge of tears thinking he was going to reject you. “Is that I like you.” He mumbled. “What?” You asked, “Miya Chinen tell me this isn’t some sick joke.” You repeated, looking into his eyes for any signs that he could be lying. But he only smiled, and it looked so genuine that it made you believe a bit that he was telling the truth. “I like you, (Y/N). Like a whole lot.” He said, reaching to boldly cup your face in his hands. And that was all you needed to hear to break into tears and throw your arms around him. “God you don’t know how happy that makes me.” You cried, and he hugged you back hesitantly, not really use to the affection, but he welcomed it anyways. “Ive liked you for a while. Every time you smiled, or when I saw your eyes light up whenever you finally learned a new trick, I fell in love with you more.” He admitted, though flustered. You chuckled through wet tears, “that’s so corny..” you smiled. He just shook his head with a laugh. “So what does that make us now?” You asked, pulling away from his arms to look at him eye-to-eye. “Guess that makes us boyfriend and girlfriend.” He said with a smile. His cheeks were dusted pink, and with the dim lighting from the street lights, he looked almost ethereal. He coughed nervously, averting your gaze. “That’s if you want to I mean, if you don’t then that’s cool too.” He rambled. You shook your head with a chuckle, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, making him even more flustered. “Dude, I just indirectly told you I like you too and you’re asking if I want to? Yes of course I do!” You giggled. He swore right then and there that his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He shyly grabbed your hand, rubbing small circles on the back of it. “Hey (Y/N)?” He called. You hummed. “I love you.” He mumbled, looking up at you slightly. You smiled, “I love you too.” You sat in silence for a few seconds. “Wait but did you when the match?” You asked. He chuckled. “Hell yeah I won the match.”

You shook your head with a smile, leaning onto his shoulder. You knew you might get in trouble for being out late on a school night but right now you just wanted to enjoy this moment while it lasted.

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