#tsu drabble

[tsubaki3192]

Men who are so emotionally constipated, or have been through enough trauma that they don't... exactly... do well with touch, but are extremely touch starved and crave love beyond anything else physical.

Men who suddenly gain an adorable S/O who is willing to do all that and more.

Men, who suddenly find themselves having someone to come home to every night; who find themselves lying beside said person every night; who's willing to hold them for as long as necessary when it gets difficult; who refuses to abandon them no matter the circumstance.

Boyfriends, who find it difficult to truly express themselves when they want to, and get frustrated whenever they have that difficulty.

Boyfriends who find their S/O so attractive that they can't help themselves, so they end up blurting out the thoughts that come to mind.

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Boyfriends who become your husband because he made that same mistake one day, and scrambled to grab the ring.

(The same ring that had been sitting in his pocket for the last three months.)

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JJK: Gojo, Megumi,

ToRev: Hanma, KAZUTORA, Shinichiro, SANZU, Izana, Kokonoi

HSR: Blade, AVENTURINE, DANHENG,

Genshin: KAEYA, DILUC, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xiao,

BNHA: Aizawa, TODOROKI, DABI,

Haikyuu: OIKAWA, Atsumu,

[zenonaa]

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

Tofu!

[ao3]

Byakuya glares at his all-electric Toyota that should be fully charged and ready to go. Instead it sits in his driveway, refusing to switch on despite working perfectly well the night before. Fixing it shouldn’t be an issue. Though he isn’t a former Super High School Level Mechanic with pointed teeth and cheap hair dye, he knows a fair bit about the inner workings of vehicles. He ran a secondhand automobile business as a preteen, where not only did he sell used cars but fixed them too. In fact, he even taught employees and customers how to repair them. This had been for one of the conglomerate's challenges for choosing an heir, then once he had completed the task, he sold the business to some locals who continued to run it for quite some time afterwards.

The business only became defunct when the world almost ended.

However, while Byakuya could try to repair his car and probably would succeed, he is donning a clean work suit and is due at his job in twenty minutes.

“Togami-chi!” lilts a familiar voice.

A car trundles to a stop on the road perpendicular to Byakuya's driveway. From the driver’s seat, Yasuhiro beams at him, eyes twinkling behind his spectacles.

“What are you standing around for? Let me guess. Enjoying the morning dew?”

“Do I look like I’m enjoying myself?” says Byakuya, scowling.

Yasuhiro squints. Adjusts his spectacles. “Uh...”

“My car isn’t starting,” says Byakuya bluntly.

“Did you charge it?”

“Of course I did,” snaps Byakuya. “There shouldn’t be anything wrong with it.”

Yet it won't start up at all. He shoots it a frosty look.

“Cars break down for all sorts of reasons. Electronics failure, motor corrosion...” Yasuhiro counts off his fingers. “The all-mighty Indra has the flu...”

Byakuya’s lips almost disappear into his mouth as he purses them.

“No matter. I can work from home,” says Byakuya, even if he prefers to teach his students in person. Less distractions. Better internet connection. Decent coffee.

Yasuhiro waves a hand. “No need for that. I'll give you a lift, ‘right?”

A single furrow dents Byakuya’s brow while Yasuhiro's car is dented in several places. Not including its owner, it’s a car only Columbo could love. Whatever’s wrong with the suspension means the car seems to lurch every time it goes over a pebble. As he stares at it, Byakuya half-expects the tires to roll off in different directions and the vehicle to suddenly be enveloped in a ball of flames.

It’s in Byakuya’s best interest to refuse. He cups his chin. Then again, not only would he rather be physically at the school than teaching his students from home, he has also been looking forward to lunch today.

“... Fine,” says Byakuya. “I accept.”

A wide grin spreads across Yasuhiro’s face. “I knew you’d come around. Hop on in!”

But when Byakuya heads toward the front passenger seat, Yasuhiro waves his hands frantically.

“Sorry, dude! That door won’t open. And I, uh, need to clean that seat anyway. I got some ketchup stains on it... You know what burgers are like.”

Byakuya had thought he knew what burgers were like, having even eaten his first one two years ago. Since meeting Yasuhiro, however, he isn’t so sure about them. Like how he isn’t so sure he should get into Yasuhiro’s car. His fists clench at his sides as he reminds himself that he would prefer to be physically present at the school, that he has survived much more hazardous situations than this, and he has really been looking forward to today’s lunch.

So long as he makes it there alive, anyway.

Squaring his shoulders, Byakuya forces himself into the back of the car. The stitching on the seats frays in some places, puckers in others, but is surprisingly clean. Like it has recently been washed. He can see moisture on the windows and a few crumbs on the floor, but overall, the interior isn't too horrific. Somewhat cramped, but dare he say tolerable.

And it’s just a ten minute journey. Yasuhiro glows.

“All righty.” The car rattles as Yasuhiro puts it into gear. “We’ll be on our way to Hope’s Peak in no time... just as soon as we collect Fukawa-chi.”

Byakuya's brow crinkles. “What?”

The car jerks forward, jolting Byakuya. With a grimace, he settles into his seat as best he can and looks out of the window. Touko only lives down the road, so it won't eat up too much of his time. He is slightly surprised that Yasuhiro is giving her a lift to work, though. Other than Makoto and Byakuya, Touko doesn't usually feel comfortable enough to accept rides alone with men.

The car soon stops, spluttering as it does so. Byakuya and his fellow killing game survivors used to live on Hope's Peak’s campus, but after it was sufficiently rebuilt, they moved into some modest housing in a street across the city. Even if the school is quite different now, none of them can stomach living there full-time, permanently.

He folds his arms over his chest. Drums his fingers.

“We'll pop Fukawa-chi in the back next to you,” says Yasuhiro. “Won't it be nice to see her again?”

“I saw her yesterday.” Byakuya glowers. “You know I don't like being late.”

Yasuhiro laughs. “You won't be late. She'll be out any minute now, ‘right?”

Touko’s house resembles the others on the street for the most part, two stories with a window embedded in its slanted roof. The garden is what makes her home recognisable, with long grass, wildflowers throughout and log piles. When the front door opens, Byakuya’s eyes draw toward the movement, and out comes Touko. Her single braid bounces as she hurries down the path.

His eyebrows raise a tad. She seems oddly eager to get into Yasuhiro’s car.

“Good morning, Fukawa-chi!” Yasuhiro says as she slips into the back of the car.

Touko doesn't spare Yasuhiro a glance. “Good morning, Byakuya-sama!”

She must have spotted Byakuya from her window. That explained why she came over to Yasuhiro’s car so enthusiastically. Though, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she had known of Byakuya’s arrival without having to look outside. There must be some logical explanation, but she has an almost uncanny ability to know when he’s nearby... something he has somehow gained over the years.

Probably just intuition. Yes.

“Good morning,” says Byakuya before curling his lip in disdain. “Is that everyone, Hagakure? Or are you carpooling the whole street today?”

“Just you two,” Yasuhiro replies. “Next stop, work!”

The car emits a grinding noise that Byakuya doesn’t think cars should make, then they’re on the move. Byakuya stares out of the window again and tightens his lips. Without needing to look at Touko, he knows she’s staring at him. He can imagine her unblinking grey eyes, her chapped lips smile. The mole by her mouth. By now, he's very familiar with the sight of her. Understandable. They see each other inside and outside of work.

“Anyone want music?” asks Yasuhiro.

“No,” Byakuya and Touko say in unison.

Yasuhiro flicks the car radio on. The song begins with almost-immediate dialogue, a woman speaking in English about having rotten judgement. Within a few lines, the tempo picks up and a backing choir joins in. Byakuya still doesn’t recognise the song, but he doesn’t care to know either. He checks his wristwatch. Despite the minor detour, they should still arrive on time.

“Have you ever seen Hercules, Togami-chi?” asks Yasuhiro.

“No, I haven’t seen the fictional son of the fictional god of sky and thunder,” says Byakuya.

“I mean the Disney movie! This song is in it. It’s when this chick called Meg doesn’t want to admit she’s fallen in love with Hercules, so these pretty goddess ladies try to coax her into embracing her feelings.”

Byakuya doesn’t recall asking him to elaborate.

“I’ve seen it,” Touko pipes up, fidgeting her hands. “I didn’t watch any Disney movies as a kid, but Komaru has shown me some... I really enjoyed M-Megara’s character. She resonated with me a lot.”

A character that’s similar to Touko isn’t what Byakuya would expect from that kind of mass media company. And from what he knows of Megara from Greek mythology, he can’t see the resemblance. He turns to her, curious. “Why is that?”

“You should totally watch it sometime, Togami-chi!” says Yasuhiro before Touko can reply. “You could get together with Fukawa-chi, sit on the couch, share some popcorn...”

Touko growls. “Don’t interrupt me!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Yasuhiro says, wincing.

She looks at Byakuya again. “The character, Megara... Her story in the movie is different to her usual depiction in Greek mythology. In the movie, s-she sold her soul to Hades in a deal to bring back her dead lover, only for him to fall in love with someone else. It left her jaded and unable to trust easily, until she met Hercules...”

“That is quite different,” replies Byakuya. “In Greek mythology, she’s gifted to Hercules by her father for winning a war. Then, while Hercules was under a spell of madness, he murdered their children and in many retellings slayed her as well.”

“He’s different in the movie. Much more... palatable. In the mythology, as you will know, with his third wife, Deianira, he was constantly unfaithful and abusive toward her, and h-he even...”

“Girl, don't be proud! It's okay you're in love!” Yasuhiro belts along with the radio, earning glares from both Byakuya and Touko.

The song peters out soon after and the next rolls on. It immediately starts with dialogue as well, in English again, but this time with goofy voices that Yasuhiro tries to imitate.

“I can see what’s happening, and they don’t have a clue. They'll fall in love, and here's the bottom line. Our trio's down to two.”

“Is this from that movie as well?” asks Byakuya.

“Nope. Still Disney, but Lion King this time,” says Yasuhiro.

Byakuya squints. “Are you playing a Disney CD?”

“Yep!”

“Do you have anything else we can listen to?”

“The CD tray won’t open. It’s jammed.”

Of course.

“Does your radio have an off switch?” asks Byakuya.

“Aw, it’s not that bad! Did you really not watch any Disney movies growing up, Togami-chi?”

“No, I didn’t. I was more interested in works by directors such as Shinya Tsukamoto and Seijun Suzuki.”

Touko, who had been listening and quietly twiddling her fingers, perks up. “E-Excellent taste, Byakuya-sama! And it’s thanks to you helping me overcome my fear of blood that I could recently watch one of Tsukamoto’s finest works.”

Byakuya knows exactly which she is referring to. The premise is that the main character had double vision that caused her to hallucinate doppelgangers who wanted to harm her child. He had recommended it to Touko, actually.

“That one was interesting, wasn’t it?” he says. “Mental health is still a rather taboo subject in this country. And you did well tolerating the graphic imagery, as her hallucinations about her son dying can get incredibly violent. There was also a lot of self-mutilation in it with the main character...”

“Indeed. But she did it for an unusual reason... She was fascinated by her body’s determination t-to stay alive. It was gruesome, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It was strangely cathartic...”

“I thought you would enjoy it. You know, when I look at you, due to your alter, it’s as if I see two people that appear the same but are remarkably different... one being a serial killer, and the other of course being you.”

“Can you feel the love tonight?” warbles a woman’s voice.

“Hey, uh, it’s nice seeing you two get along and all, but let’s keep the tone light, ‘right?” says Yasuhiro, frowning.

Byakuya and Touko glare at him. It’s not that he’s wrong - over time, Byakuya has discovered that he and Touko share a number of interests, and their discussions can get quite deep and passionate. So yes, he and Touko can and do get along now, but he doesn’t need Yasuhiro to say that. Or to interrupt their discussion.

According to Byakuya’s wristwatch, they should reach Hope’s Peak in approximately five minutes. Only one, maybe two more songs can play within that time. Then Byakuya can leave the car, go into work, and finally...

“Uh oh,” Yasuhiro says loudly. “Traffic!”

Byakuya and Touko both look outside of the car and stiffen. Last time he checked, a mere minute ago, the road had been busy with just the usual morning traffic. Now motor vehicles pack them in on all sides and cram the road as far as he can see. They're all at a standstill.

“Huh. Is it the Pride Parade already?” asks Yasuhiro.

“That was last month,” says Byakuya. He scowls. “Idiot, we all went together, remember?”

“Welcome to the impromptu Sayaka Maizono Tribute Act!” booms a disembodied feminine voice. “Today would have been her early twenty something birthday... so to celebrate her life, we have taken over the city to play her songs all day! Let's kick things off with a classic... Let's Be In Together, Best Friend’!”

Obnoxious pop music blasts from outside of Yasuhiro's car. Touko shrieks, while Byakuya restrains himself to a shoulder twitch. For this supposedly being an impromptu event, the organisers seem to have fitted speakers throughout the city with remarkable speed. Around them, the other vehicles empty out as their occupants stand on their roofs and start dancing to the beat.

“This is unbelievable,” says Byakuya. “I'm walking the rest of the way.”

He tries to open the door, only for it to not budge. Hopefully it's just child lock, though he wouldn't be surprised if the door is broken.

“Unlock the door,” says Byakuya.

Yasuhiro shakes his head. “No can do, I’m afraid. It’s too wild out there, Togami-chi. And hot... Without the air con, you’d melt within seconds. This is for your own safety.”

As if on cue, the people outside start jumping and screaming. Touko yelps and hides her head under her arms, as if a group of hooligans will leap over to their car and start stomping on it too. It's peculiar how someone so strong, who had helped save a city, save the world, is cowering at ordinary nine-to-five workers dancing. Then again, Touko has always seemed to view the world in a unique way.

Touko is a peculiar person.

“In here, we’re safe. There’s nothing to worry about,” says Yasuhiro. Byakuya tears his gaze from the roof.

“We’re due at work very soon,” he reminds him in a tight voice.

“Ah.” Yasuhiro wags a finger. “That's where you're wrong. Check the teachers’ group chat.”

The smirk on Yasuhiro's face is unbearable. Byakuya pulls out his phone and swats at the screen until he brings up the aforementioned chat. Near the bottom is a message from Makoto Naegi.

‘Hi all, classes are cancelled today - there's a music event going on in the city centre and most of the students are bunking off to take part, so I figure we may as well officially have a day off today. Have fun!’

“What sort of headmaster is this?” Byakuya says in disbelief, staring at his phone.

“One who was a close friend of the person everyone’s celebrating, as well as the older brother of a fanatic Sayaker,” replies Touko.

“Look on the bright side, now you’re not going to be late,” says Yasuhiro, grinning widely. “You can stay here with me and Fukawa-chi without worry!”

Either Byakuya can brave trekking back home through the city in the heat, where it's congested and he risks being swept into a stampede, or continue to sit in Yasuhiro’s car.

“Tell me, princess. Now when did you last let your heart decide?” warbles the radio.

Byakuya starts pulling harder on the door handle. Yasuhiro twitches.

“Togami-chi! You’re gonna break my car!”

“And it’s not already falling apart?” Byakuya snaps.

A rare look of seriousness washes across Yasuhiro’s face.

“I see now... I know what’s happening.” Yasuhiro opens the sunroof. “You’re hungry. Tell you what. There’s a generic fast food restaurant nearby. I’ll grab us an early lunch before the midday rush. You two stay here and I’ll be right back. You can pay me back later.”

“Wait. Why are you able to leave but not me?” asks Byakuya.

Yasuhiro gives him a pitying look. “Togami-chi, I hate to break it to ya, but you look like the sort of person that people would want to rob.”

“What?”

Without another word, Yasuhiro climbs out through the sunroof. The car shakes a bit as he clomps across the bonnet before jumping off. Then he disappears into the crowd, leaving Byakuya and Touko alone in the car together.

“The only person who has been robbed is me, as you've stolen my heart,” says Touko, placing a hand over her heart.

Byakuya’s eyes roll. “If I possessed your heart, you would be dead.”

As quick as a cat, Touko clasps her hands together and says, “Ah... that explains it.”

“Explains what?”

 “I died, and so I am in heaven...”

Some people have the nerve to clap back at him. Others just have the capability. Few possess both qualities. In the past, Byakuya would have dismissed her as being stupid or delusional, but he has come to acknowledge, almost admire, her responses.

He clicks his tongue. With the sunroof open, music pours in from outside, a song called ‘Girls Are Yummy.’ It meshes with the off-key singing of the audience, and the radio's tune.

“That fool left the sunroof open,” says Touko, squinting upward.

“And he left the radio on,” adds Byakuya.

If he's going to be detained in Yasuhiro’s car for some time, he may as well try to make himself more comfortable. He leans over between the front seats. First, he locks the car, in case someone tries to drag him out and get him to join in the celebrations. Then he focuses on the sunroof and radio. Though he succeeds in shutting the sunroof, which only slightly muffles the noise that had been pouring in from outside, the radio doesn't respond to any of his button presses.

This goes beyond the CD tray being jammed. Frowning, he stretches over to take the keys out of the ignition, but the music continues even then.

“What...?”

Without the engine on, the radio shouldn’t be able to play anything. Yet it is. After a few more attempts at pressing on the radio, Byakuya stops shy of punching it, instead returning the key so they can have air con again and withdrawing back.

His weight shifts. He wobbles. Falls backward. And onto Touko's lap.

“Yes, you want her. Look at her, you know you do. Possible she wants you too. There is one way to ask her,” sings the radio.

“I was enjoying the view before, but I think I prefer this side of you,” says Touko, smirking.

Byakuya’s face burns. “You need to watch your mouth.”

“Do I? We’re finally alone,” says Touko, undeterred. “Now that oaf’s gone.”

She isn’t wrong.

“Nobody’s paying us any attention,” she says, with a smile that sends a shiver down him. “They’re all engrossed in the event.”

That smile used to repulse him. Used to make his skin crawl, his stomach flutter. He supposes her smile still has that effect on him, but now he doesn't mind the sensation so much. Dare he say he might even like it. Enough that he brushes some hair from her face and tucks it behind her ear so he can see the curve of her lips better.

“In that movie by Tsukamoto, despite the danger of being around the main character, her guardian angel loves her and lets her use him as a punching bag,” says Touko.

“Perhaps he is just a figment of her imagination?” he suggests lightly, his hand resting on her cheek still.

Touko hums. “He could be real.”

“You referred to him as a guardian angel.”

“That’s not a contradiction.”

Byakuya clicks his tongue, looking at her while she looks at him. When her smile widens, he smiles back slightly.

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la. Float along and listen to the song. The song say kiss the girl,” the radio warbles. 

It wouldn’t have mattered if a different song had been playing, or if the radio had been silent. Byakuya still would have leaned in, and their lips still would have met. His eyes flutter shut. Keeping his hand on her cheek, his other holds her upper arm. Their mouths lock together, slowly enough that the movement doesn’t disturb their glasses. He can’t see her, and with the cacophony going on all around them, he can barely hear her either, barely hear her quiet mewls and hitches of breath. But he can feel her fingers curl in his hair, feel her body press closer. A hand lands on his thigh. And he can feel her warmth.

When his head draws back slightly, his lips tingle. Hers remain puckered.

“I suppose it’s not too bad being here after all,” he remarks quietly. To think he would be saying this in Yasuhiro Hagakure’s car. Or while surrounded by fevered idol fans. But Touko has always been an anomaly. When others defy him, his spit becomes acid. Yet when she stands her ground, he places his feet by hers. “Though I’m surprised you accepted a lift from Hagakure this morning. I thought Naegi and I were the only guys you felt comfortable being in a car alone with.”

“That’s still true...” Touko squirms a bit. “I would have declined if he hadn’t said he was giving you a lift because your car wouldn’t start.”

That makes Byakuya flinch.

“Byakuya-sama?” she says, confused.

“That can’t be right,” he tells her. “Hagakure stumbled upon me when my car was refusing to start. Then after I got in the car, he said he was on his way to collect you...”

Byakuya looks away from her, as if expecting the car’s interior to grow teeth and crush them. For a trap, any trap, to be revealed. Instead, he spots Yasuhiro, whose grinning face is pressed against the window. Soon after, Touko notices him too and shrieks. Yasuhiro jolts back with a scream.

“Hagakure!” Byakuya seethes while Touko disentangles herself from him. Both are equally flustered. He could ask Yasuhiro how long he was there for, but right now he’d rather not know. “Explain yourself. How were you able to tell Fukawa you were giving me a lift to work this morning before I told you that my car had broken down?”

“I... um...” Yasuhiro tries to smile again. “I have good intuition?”

“I will phone your mother in precisely three seconds if you don’t explain yourself.”

“No! Anything but that!” Yasuhiro squeezes his hands together, trembling. “Okay, so I might have loosened the battery terminal before you went out this morning... but I did so with good intentions! You and Fukawa-chi were about to get together and kiss just now, ‘right? I’m doing you a favour.”

Byakuya stares at him, wide-eyed. A few seconds later, his brow furrows.

“Idiot,” he says. “We’ve been dating for five months.”

Yasuhiro’s head jerks back. “Huh?”

Touko’s initial shock at seeing him quickly melts. She shoots a fiery glare his way.

“W-Weren’t you paying attention when Byakuya-sama announced our new relationship status at lunch five months ago?” she asks.

“I think I was going through a phase with a certain mobile game and must have missed him saying it,” says Yasuhiro, scratching his head. 

“We’ve held hands on multiple occasions,” says Byakuya. “We’ve kissed in your presence.”

Yasuhiro clicks his fingers.

“Oh yeah. That’s right, I remember now. Well, anyway, I brought lunch.” He tries to open the door. “Can you let me back in please?”

“No,” says Byakuya. “You wanted us to be alone in here, so we’ll give you your wish.”

“And we don’t need any of your shitty food either. We h-have the lunch I made for myself and Byakuya-sama to enjoy,” adds Touko.

“Hey, I put a lot of effort into setting this all up!” Yasuhiro shoves his paper bag containing fast food against the car window. “I had to prove my loyalty to the Official Sayakers Fan Club by buying a year's membership, then I had to get a tattoo on my butt before they’d hear my idea out on their reddit. Also, it’s my car!”

Only Yasuhiro would think that would endear himself to anyone in any way. Byakuya wishes he was in the driver’s seat so he could run Yasuhiro over. Except there’s too much traffic to move the car even if he wanted to. Traffic that Yasuhiro created with his pointless scheme.

“Scram!” says Byakuya.

“Ignore him, darling.” Touko touches a hand to his cheek and turns his head toward her. “Or would it help if I distracted you?”

Before he can think of a reply, her lips soar up and latch onto his. A shiver washes through Byakuya, tingling in his extremities. He’s fully aware that Yasuhiro can see them, and though Yasuhiro has seen them kiss before, this feels different somehow. Like being in this enclosed space means what they’re doing should be totally private. Yet when she pushes him onto his back and lies on top of him, he has no desire to break free. And when her tongue kneads at the divide between his lips, he grabs her behind with one hand and opens his mouth.

If Yasuhiro likes movies so much, Byakuya will give him a full goddamn performance.

“No! Please!” Yasuhiro bangs on the window. “Not on the seats! I only just got them cleaned from when I tried this with Naegi-chi and Kirigiri-chi last week!”

[signorinavongola]

((Hi hi! I’m sure you know how I do my lil drabble things. You are free to do as you like with them. Hoard them, reply to them, post them as is, etc. You can consider them canon or otherwise, all good!))

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Who didn’t know Haru to be that dedicated friend who always liked to celebrate others and to show affection to those that she cared for? Not only that, who didn’t know that Haru was very willing to call in some favors to a certain ‘scary’ Cloud Guardian whenever it suited her on the basis that they were on friendly terms. He’d never admit to it, but Haru has a ‘built-in Tsundere radar’ as she calls it to understand the truth.

Over the years, Hibari had grown used to being the primary person Haru would ask a favor to deliver gifts to the mafia don herself. Sometimes she’d request the same of Ryohei or Yamamoto whenever they were in Japan. They both did a fair amount of travel for their work as well. Sometimes, if it worked into her schedule and Tsuna had come to visit Japan herself, Haru would have some gifts that she’d been hoarding in the corner of her room to gift to her friend.

It wasn’t a promise that was ever spoken, but if Tsuna had arrived to Japan, there was always some time set aside for the two women to spend time together. It was almost like an unspoken promise between them. As Haru would say, ‘it’s friendship law to spend time after being apart for so long!’

Hibari walked up to Tsuna and handed her a bag. “For your birthday,” is all he said before he turned to leave. As usual, the aloof man who didn’t stay in one place for very long, as per his aloof tendencies. Unless business matters called or there was a fight brewing, he didn’t stay still for long, and that was something everyone had long since accepted about him.

Inside of the bag were a number of things, including a number of letters. One was from Kyoko wishing her a happy birthday. There were two other letters, one bigger than the other. In the bigger one, was letters written by the children who wanted to wish their aunty a happy birthday. The kids drew little drawings in their letters and some pasted pressed flowers to decorate their letters. The last envelope contained a letter from Haru.

[Kyoko’s letter]

Dear Tsu-chan, Hope you’re doing well! Haru and I are doing well in Japan. The children are growing up well, and I think you’d be happy to see how well they’ve been acclimating to life in Japan. Everyone is working hard for the Vongola, and that’s great, but don’t forget to get rest. It’s important to take care of yourself. You’ve done so much for the Vongola, changing some things for the better and I’m always proud to be your friend. We may be far apart, but I’m always thinking about you and hoping for the best. The next time you visit Japan, we should go to a new cake shop that opened up. I think there is a cake there that you’ll really like. Sorry that we can’t be there in person to celebrate your birthday with you, but our hearts are always with you. Haru and I both made your gift together, hope you like it! With love, Kyoko Sasagawa

…

[Haru’s letter]

Dear Tsu-chan, Haru hopes that you’re in good health when you’re reading this, or she’s going to have to scold you the next time we see each other in person, you know? Haru will give a stink eye to the guys too for not paying enough attention to you. [she drew a small pout face] Joking aside, Haru is sure that you’re doing well. She trusts everyone to do their best to care for themselves. Kyoko and I are doing well in Japan and the kids are also fairing well. We miss seeing you, but we know that you’re doing great and important things in Italy. We’re so proud of everything that you do. You are doing what you can and we’re here doing what we can. Don’t forget that if you ever get tired and need someone to listen, Haru can always lend a figurative shoulder. Sleep isn’t as important as you. Hopefully one day we’ll be able to celebrate your birthday in person! For now, we have to utilize Hibari-san as a delivery-service [she drew a laughing face] This year, Kyoko and I attended a pottery class and we made a cup and plate shaped for you. You should find it in the bag. Hope you like it! Love, Haru Miura

…

The children all wrote letters as well with simple messages wishing her a happy birthday. There were lots of pressed flowers, drawn doodles, and one child made a bookmark.

Inside of the bag was an orange box with two carefully wrapped ceramic pieces. One was a mug that looked like a lion’s head with ears jutting out. The plate was long, so it had plenty of space left over for her to place snacks on the plate even after she places her mug atop the plate. A dual-purpose plate was just peak efficiency.

It had a shape of a pawprint at the one end of the plate, with each paw pad being outlined with a groove so she could put different snacks in each paw pad if she wanted to.

This set probably couldn’t be used with company around, but it was something that she could enjoy in the peace and privacy of her own home.

There seemed to be another gift in the corner of the bag, placed in a small box. Inside was a chain brooch, the kind that you attach to lapels of any dress shirt or a suit-coat. On one end of the chain brooch was a lion with embedded orange gems on the mane. On the other end of the chain was the emblem of the Vongola with the sky symbol. Clearly, there was some custom-work done on this piece. There was no note that came along with the gift.

If Tsuna were to ask Haru about the chain brooch at a later date, Haru would’ve informed her that it wasn’t anything that she prepared as a gift, so that one had come from Hibari. Perhaps, he was too ‘shy’ to openly convey his birthday wishes to her.

Was he actually shy? No, but it was Haru’s troll-antics that liked to spin things in weird ways as small jokes. In reality it was simply: Hibari was aloof and it was in his nature to put his gift in with the other gifts and allow her to piece together the mystery for herself. His ‘boss’ can’t have such a slow wit, after all. She can figure it out.

One day during one of his travels, he saw the chain brooch on display with two lions embedded with green emeralds, and he’d consulted with the jeweler to make some modifications to replace the emeralds with golden citrine gems instead as they most closely resembled the color of the Sky flames. Additionally, the gem is said to be great in absorbing and dissipating negative energy while bringing an abundance and prosperity to the owner.

Did he believe that their ‘healing abilities’ included benefits such as anxiety relief, boosting confidence, providing protection, providing good fortune and success amongst other perks? No, but if it were true, that would be nice, he thought. Though on the other end of the chain was the same lion facing the other direction, he’d put in a special request for something else instead. He’d custom ordered the Vongola emblem with the sky symbol to replace the one lion brooch.

This chain brooch would be pinned on the lapels of dress shirts. It would be quite fitting for her, wouldn’t you think?

Tsuna sat down in the comfortable armchair in her Florence apartment. Beside her on the table was a cup of tea, its gentle aroma mixing with the scent of the autumn day drifting in through the open window. On her lap rested a package Hibari had just delivered. As always, his approach was curt and reserved—no unnecessary words, just a brief "For your birthday" and a quick departure. She remained seated for a moment, smiling at his typical way of communicating.

She opened the package slowly, as if trying to prolong the joy of anticipation. The first thing she found were letters. As she began reading Kyoko's handwriting, delicate and precise as always, her heart warmed. Kyoko's words were filled with love, support, and that natural optimism that always had a calming effect on her. The mention of new pastries from a bakery in Japan made her laugh. "Yes, Kyoko, we will definitely make time," she murmured to herself, flipping the letter over to read the next one.

Haru… Haru was always the livelier, more spontaneous one. Her doodled smiley faces and little notes in the letter brought a wide grin to Tsu-chan's face. "Haru never fails to brighten the day," she thought. She could clearly imagine her, enthusiastically picking out gifts while simultaneously planning their next adventure as soon as they reunited.

The letters from the children were the highlight. Tsuna felt her eyes well up with tears as she read their simple yet sincere wishes, brimming with childlike innocence. The little drawings, pressed flowers, and even a handmade bookmark—every small detail reminded her that, despite the hectic life she led, there were still people who thought of her with love. She gently ran her fingers over the drawings and smiled. "Maybe it's time to visit Japan again," she pondered.

Then her gaze fell on the ceramics. The lion-shaped mug made her laugh immediately. It was so whimsical, with its adorable ears, that she could already picture herself drinking her morning cappuccino from it. The plate with paw prints was equally practical and amusing. "Kyoko and Haru have outdone themselves again—exactly how I like it," she said, carefully placing the ceramics on the table to display them later.

But there was one more gift. A small box tucked into the corner of the package. She opened it with curiosity, and when she revealed the chain brooch, she paused in silence for a moment. The lion motif and orange gemstones… everything about it exuded elegance and symbolism. She gently ran her fingers over the details of the brooch. On one side, a lion; on the other, the Vongola emblem with the Sky symbol.

Hibari.

"So quiet, yet he knows exactly what to choose," she thought. It wasn’t an ordinary gift. It was thoughtful, perfectly reflecting her position and personality. She spent the rest of the day trying the brooch on various blazers and shirts, pondering where she could wear it so it would be visible but not too conspicuous.

In the evening, as she sat on the balcony watching the setting sun, she picked up Kyoko's and Haru's letters again. "Family," she murmured softly. "It's not always about blood. It's about who thinks of you, who brightens your day, and who gives you the feeling that you are not alone."

These small gestures—letters, gifts, even Hibari's peculiar way of showing care—reminded her that even in the chaotic world of the mafia, she was still surrounded by love.

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

a second oc x canon ship has hit the brain

[rafent]

16. A memory that makes them angry

16. a memory that makes them angry ( cw; blood )

Word of Sombron’s demise spread until the entire world knew but not before his traitorous Fell Children knew first. Nil was more than aware- after all, he had been there. Standing on the same battlefield as that decisive clash, watching with bated breath for the destinies of two, and now laying his ears upon the confirmation. No survivors- no Fell Dragon, no Divine Dragon. Only shock, only the void. Only anger.

—you bitch.

“What was that, Lord Nil?”

'Lord Nil' snapped out of his reverie. The messenger was looking at him like he were an eight-headed snake- faintly dazed, his face shiny with sweat. Like he'd lacked a horse for his duties and instead staked a hard trot through the encampment to spread the news wide. Nil noticed that. Good. He had slipped; said his mind aloud, but not so loudly that it couldn’t be twisted into something else. Pinned on someone’s exhaustion, if need be.

“—can’t be right,” he sniffled on a sorrowful sleight of expression. “T-The Divine Dragon was so strong. I just can’t believe that she lost—that she’s gone, just like that. It's too unfair!” 'What's unfair is that Father lost. If you were going to die you should have done it alone.'

He lowered his gaze- the two windows into his most vicious thoughts. His spider-black lashes were wet, the space beneath his nose too as he swiped at it absently with the back of his hand. “Please. I'd like some time to myself.”

That honored request at least was nothing but honest. Behind a wall and a door slid closed, he tended to his anger. Wiped at his nose again, learning that the wet feeling he'd attributed earlier to tears and mucus had been a subtle welling of blood- the body's reaction to stressful news. Or not. His nose had likewise bled when Father's body struck the ground, too.

He flicked the thought away like a bug on his finger, choked beneath a perplexing ocean of others. Because there was sadness too, even if it were merely an undercurrent swelling beneath the greater tide of his hatred. Because no mirror was forever impenetrable; each one had a crack, chipped by age or some blow harsher than any other, and perhaps for him this was that moment.

The Fell Heir's lips pressed together tightly. His heart a compact ball of fire and fury that seared the inside of his chest, its gem-studded surface unbearably hot to the touch. He gazed inwards into himself and the reflection wasn't so clear anymore- he couldn't tell what parted his truth from his lies. Was it hatred that he felt? Sadness? For Father? For her? Both? He didn't know- couldn't know. It stung, Nil knew alone. It burned, Rafal seized his chest with clenching, searching fingers as if he could tear the root of it all away. It hurt. His mind and body felt the same.

The blood of his nose dripped down his chin, right onto the hungry dragonstone.

[tommiieimagiines]

Hello hello, Well could I request Tsukasa tenma x reader kissing headcanons?? ( I don’t care if some are a bit….you know 🫦)

of course!! i’ve been kinda inactive in the pjsk fandom as of late… ^_^||| sorry if they’re not perfect!<3 ALSO HIM DOING UNINTENTIONAL GYARU SIGN IS SO CUTE!! >_<

Tsukasa Tenma kissing hcs! + more!

Let’s just get one thing out the way, he’s a kiss FIEND

Like you will never meet anybody who’s more into their partner…

Uses any occasion to kiss you

“Oh, the show went great tsu-“ SMOOCH

“Hey, I haven’t seen you since first peri-“ SMOOCH

“‘KASA WOULD YOU ST-“ SMOOCH!!

Lips taste like coconut, don’t ask him about it he won’t tell you..

He isn’t very careful, if you want more gentle kisses he might not be your guy…

UNLESS HE HAD A BAD DAY, THAN HE’LL BE SO SO CAREFUL UGHHH!!

Would DEFF kiss you so so slow and sweet after ranting to you! >\\\<

His usual is a little more chaste though, going for quantity over quality!

He makes you kiss him before every show, saying it “gives him good luck, Honeyy! Do you really wanna ruin my showwww??” (he’s a whiny thing..)

He’ll take a little more time for those ones, loving to see how blushy you are from the audience!…

Just a total ray of sunshine, the smile he gives you after kissing you makes you need sunglasses… ^^”

short drabble under the cut, my writings rusty, DONT BULLY ME!!!>_<

Tsukasa Tenma is MANY things, and distant is not one of them. Of course, you’ve always known that - being one of the things that drew you to the blonde in the first place, finding his restless nature endearing - but seriously, this has gotten ridiculous.

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” he groans, pulling your hand into his. In reality, it’s been MAYBE two hours (which without you is a lifetime - or so he says…)

“You were at rehearsal, what did you want me to do, sit there and stare at you?” you cock your head, he looks away, embarrassed.

“Well when you put it that way,” he huffs, “it sounds like i’m some attention freak..” you giggle.

“Maybe you ar-” you’re interrupted by a feeling - and taste - you know very well.. DAMNIT, he did it again! Your eyes close gently as his lips move against yours, pulling you against him. One hands on your waist, the other cupping your cheek. You can’t believe you fell for this again! He hums into the kiss contently, pulling you closer. Taking it as a good opportunity to miss with him, you pull away, laughing silently from the way he follows your kiss, lips following yours for a couple inches.

“Hey!” he pulls you closer again, “I wasn’t finished!!”

“We’re standing outside of school, can we not have a make out session?” an imaginary storm cloud forms over his head as he pouts.

“I feel like this is one sided…” you tug his hand, starting to walk home.

“Don’t be so huffy, let’s just walk home, ‘kasa.” he perks up a bit, suddenly walking with a bit more enthusiasm. He decides to tease you.

“Who said I wanted to come over?”

“Who said I was kissing you again?” that shut him up

“I don’t like you…”

“Love you too! Now tell me about rehearsal, how’re the girls?”

[balladxrecs]

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS !!

fic recs, blue lock

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫— none of the fics are my own works. authors will be credited・if you see any discrepancies please inform me so i can fix it asap・will not link a single profile / masterlist multiple times・all recs originally posted on tumblr unless stated otherwise

☁️ — fluff・❤️‍🩹 — angst; 💔 — hurt no comfort・🤭 — suggestive・🔥 — smut

⚠️ — dark content

. . .

[ HEADCANONS ]

loving boys as tay swift songs・seiberries

isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi, reo, rin

where do babies come from?・x-noechi-x

reo, chigiri, sae, yukimiya, loki, isagi, barou, hiori, kurona, niko, nagi, rin, kaiser, kunigami, bachira, shidou, otoya, oliver

[ DRABBLES ]

a love that's so juvenile ☁️・yoisami

isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin

"did you lock the door?" 🔥・pipppinn

chigiri, sae, rin, barou, kunigami, nagi

everyone can tell how much in love with you he is ☁️🔥・ringasm

rin, reo, niko, kaiser, isagi, ness, nagi, shidou, yukimiya, karasu

k trend with blue lock boys・geeerage

isagi, chigiri, reo, loki, bachira, kaiser, aiku, rin, sae, barou, nagi

falling in love ☁️・n0niff

bachira, kurona, kunigami, nanase, tokimitsu, ness, rin, sae, oliver, kaiser, barou, shindo, otoya, nagi, chigiri, niko, isagi, yukimiya, hiori, loki, reo

first time with . . . 🔥・angelltheninth

bachira, reo, kunigami

first words ☁️・okk-tsu

isagi, ness, kurona ranze, kaiser, barou, kunigami, sae, chigiri, reo, bachira, rin

how they fuck you 🔥・ph4ngz

isagi, chigiri, bachira, rin, sae

how they fuck you 🔥・ph4ngz 

reo, nagi, kunigami

mindless habits ☁️・sphireath-wisp

bachira, chigiri, rin

remember me ☁️・ilyluffy

isagi, chigiri, kunigami, nagi

tales of the heart ☁️・suashii

rin, chigiri, nagi, reo

as taylor swift lyrics・lazyalani

reo, nagi, chigiri, aiku, sae, rin, bachira, ness, kaiser, otoya, yukimiya, isagi

teacher's pet 🔥・missouki

rin, chigiri, reo, shidou, kaiser

[ FICS ]

cute date ideas ☁️・shoyoist

bachira, reo, chigiri, kaiser

home wrecker?!・koiir

rin, chigiri, bachira

say that you miss me 🔥・hyomaslut

bachira, chigiri, rin

what did you just call me?・enassbraid

nagi, chigiri

what is this? boyfriend material ☁️・hyomaslut

isagi, chigiri, reo, nagi

you open up the blanket for them ☁️・garoujo 

nagi, sae, rin, bachira, reo

[ THIRSTS ]

[ SMAU / TEXTS ]

asking for nudes・hyomaslut

isagi, rin, chigiri, reo

chaotic flow・kaiser1ns

(1) isagi, bachira, rin・(2) shidou, sae, kaiser

getting every question wrong・milkistoshi

sae, rin, reo, nagi

strawberry field test・okkotsyui

isagi, kurona

— writers,  if you’d like to have your story / name removed, please just message me and let me know and i’ll get right on that

@angelltheninth // @enassbraid // @garoujo​ // @geeerage​ // @heartzreo // @hyomaslut // @ilyluffy // @kaiser1ns // @koiir // @kunigxmis // @lazyalani // @milkistoshi // @missouki // @nekorei // @n0niff // @okk-tsu // @okkotsyui // @ph4ngz​ // @pipppinn // @seiberries // @shoyoist​ // @sphireath-wisp // @swanphantasm // @suashii // @yoisami // @x-noechi-x

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

Tsukki x You Drabbles

Most people probably think Tsukishima would be the cruel and snarky jealous type or give the silent treatment and then get you home and suddenly start to devour you and remind you that you’re his and only his.

But what if he’s a sweet lil insecure baby who just needs to know that you’re there and you love him….

“Oh, hi Makoto! Long time no see!” You shout as you hug the man who called your name across the shop.

You and Kei are out Christmas shopping for your families when you ran into an old friend. You have known Makoto since grade school and haven’t seen him years after graduation. He’s grown up, a lot, you notice. Fitting well into a nice tailored suit under a long tan coat.

“It’s been so long,” he smiles at you, holding your shoulders as he takes in your adult figure. “How have you been?”

“I’m doing well, thanks, how are you? How’s the law firm?” You ask him.

Kei comes around the corner to see another man’s arms on you, glaring at you with pointed eyes from where he stops in his tracks. He’s hard to miss in the small shop and you quietly beckon him over.

“Makoto, this is my boyfriend, Tsu-“ you begin to introduce him as he walks up next to you.

“Tsukishima Kei,” he nods, stiffly to the man who was so comfortable groping you in public, but has now since stiffened at the sight of your, very tall, very muscular, boyfriend.

“N-nice to meet you,” Makoto mumbles as he offers his hand in greeting.

Kei ignores the gesture, feigning turning to browse the items next to him as you apologetically smile at Makoto on his behalf.

“Well,” Makoto recovers himself. “Sorry to have interrupted your evening, you two have a good night.”

“It was so good to see you again,” you nod to him as he leaves you and Kei alone again.

“Kei,” you whisper his name to his back that he has turned on you.

Reaching out for his shoulder to turn him to face you, he huffs and walks down the aisle without you. Biting your lip, you silently follow him, preparing yourself for what you know will be a quiet walk home.

Kei is the jealous type. He hates when men compliment you, look at you, or even breathe near you. And every time you interact with another man, you can see him clenching his jaw, and balling his hands into fists at his sides. He can’t hide it from you. Dating for two years, you’ve seen all sides of him.

He barely looks at you, let alone says a word to you. He lets you know that he’s hurt by keeping his distance. Putting up his walls that you spent so much time breaking down, that it hurts you as well. But you know it’s only temporary. He never stays upset, he just needs to process his emotions in his own way, as you’ve learned.

So you let him, as you both casually walk through the shop three feet apart. Watching him from behind as he scans the items on the shelves, not really paying attention to them, just putting on a front that he’s looking for a gift. When really you can see his mind whirling with his thoughts and insecurities.

Kei doesn’t know that you know he’s insecure. He doesn’t know that Yamaguchi once told you, what Kei thinks of himself and why he’s so jealous. He doesn’t know that you know <em>why</em> he built his walls in the first place. So he wouldn’t get hurt. So he would never again have to feel the way he felt all those years ago.

It pains you to know all this. Pains you that he’s never told you any of this himself before. But you let him know you’re not going anywhere by staying by his side, even if it’s three feet apart. You’re his shadow as he walks along, glancing back at you every so often, just to make sure you’re still there.

When you’re ready to leave the store, you silently take his hand in yours and lead him to the exit, walking down the street back to your shared flat.

While you watch him slip off his coat, and hang in on the rack, you softly run your hands downs his back. Wordlessly telling him, you’re with him.

There’s a few seconds of continued silence that fills the space around you two, then he sighs, deeply. The weight of his insecure thoughts finally lifted as you turn him to face you, your hands sliding up his chest to wrap around the back of his neck. Pulling him down to press a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips.

“I love you, Kei,” you whisper in his ear as his arms hold you close, pulling you into him and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“I know,” he sighs, his voice so small in the crook of your neck that you barely hear him. “I love you,” he kisses into your skin.

Relief washes over you as he lets you back in. His walls coming down around you with every kiss you press into his cheeks, jaw and neck.

“Tell me again?” He breathes, running his fingers through your hair as he stares down at you with his sweet, pleading eyes.

“I am yours,” you kiss into his lips, just as you always do when he gets this way. “And you are mine.”

And just as you always do, you gently lead him to the bedroom to show him just how much you love him.

[dark-elf-writes]

For the Drabble requests: MHA characters vs boggarts or whatever the creature in HP is that turns into your greatest fear?

Teddy didn’t notice it for what it was, at first.

They thought it was a quirk, really. What other reason would there be for the flickering version of Tomura Shigaraki with its attention torn between their classmates? There was no small, contained space full of fear. No scent of magic on the air. It was a perfectly mundane horror that was perfectly in line with what why would expect from the LOV.

They didn’t notice that there were too many hands. Too many fingers full of decay and death. They were too busy trying to get close enough to Tsu and Ochako and the others to help.

Todoroki got there first.

The Shigaraki turned slowly, form jittering and jolting as it moved, but when those red eyes landed on Todoroki it changed.

Shouto staggered as he met the burning eyes of his father, larger than life and with burning hands already reaching for him. The warped funhouse image of a child looking up, up, up through tears at a monster they could never escape.

Iida slammed into Todoroki’s shoulder before the monstrous version of his father could touch him, but when he turned the broken bleeding form of his brother looked back at him with cold dead eyes. He stumbled back, engines cutting out as he let out a choked cry.

“It’s not real!” They tried to scream, tried to shove their way closer. They might as well not have said anything for how much the heard them.

For how much Izuku heard them as they stepped forward.

They expected to see All Might dead. Expected to see the League’s “Sensei”. Expected to see so many things.

It took the form of an old man in a doctor’s coat instead, his mouth forming a word that only Teddy caught before they finally, finally reached their classmates and pushed their way to the front.

“Quirkless,” The boggart had said, spitting the word like a curse in the heartbeat before it changed again. Behind them, Teddy could feel Izuku flinch.

The change this time was slower, a whirling mass of color and shapes before it finally settled on the form of Teddy’s deepest fear. Sluggish and slow after so many quick jumps in a row.

Teddy didn’t let themself waver as the form of their dad appeared in front of them, his throat ripped out in a jagged bleeding cut and what looked a lot like claw marks cutting through the lightning scar that took up so much of his face. Didn’t allow their hand to tremble as they held up their wand and forced themself to think of something, anything else.

“Riddikulus!”

The mauled form of Harry stumbled back, body shifting and changing until a small green wolf pup stood in front of them. The little thing tried to growl, but got distracted by it fluffy green tail and started to run in circles. Tripping over clumsy legs and flopping, dazed onto its back.

Teddy forced themself to laugh.

It burst in a shower of lights, leaving them all standing crowded around each other in silence.

Teddy’s knees gave out, and a cold arm wrapped around their waist before they could hit the ground. They tried to convince themself that the warm feeling of phantom blood on their hands and face was just a fear, the remnants of a waking nightmare, but even then they couldn’t stop shaking.

[fightingthetides]

Hibari + Tsu-chan's first childhood love (yeah, it is one of my headcanon, Hibari was her first love in childhood XD) + drabble

Send me a word or theme and " + drabble " and I will write a dabble / one-shot surrounding the given word. || Accepting || @signorinavongola

Haru couldn’t really see it. THIS scary guy was the person that her Tsu-chan had a crush on? Of course, after finding out this fact, Haru had gone to investigate this person.

The person who moments prior ‘bit’ someone to ‘death’ for the ‘criminal offense’ of ‘crowding.’ That’s a lot of air quotes but… what else can you expect?

Was it his looks? Haru had to admit that he was… pretty? In a way? Maybe?

It’s hard to say, considering Haru was more the sort who fell for people for their admirable qualities and come to find them attractive for all sorts of reasons. If she loved someone, she wouldn’t find them unattractive.

Right now, Hibari was looking like an evil monster man who has some kind of obsession with biting people.

What was it about him that she liked about him? Even when she asked the guys about him (citing pure curiosity), they had some things to say: ‘The guy is pretty dangerous when he’s pissed, you should stay away from him,’ ‘He’s got a bit of a temper, but as long as you keep your distance, you should be fine.’ ‘Oh, Hibari? He’s just a grouch, don’t mind him too much.’

Well, she couldn’t understand for the longest time, until one day… she watched as the guy held out his outstretched hand and a small bird perched itself on his finger! Who does he think he is? Snow white? Well, he’s got the complexion and the beauty for it—but not the temperament!

This is that thing they call ‘Gap Moe’ in the shoujo manga her friends read, right? A powerful thing indeed. Seeing him be so gentle with the little birds certainly had Haru looking at him in a new light.

Still, the way he terrorized people still left a lot to be desired. Haru was going to have to judge him hard to see if he’s good enough for her good friend, Tsuna!

“What are you doing here?”

“Hahi? HAHI!?” What (un)luck! She got caught! When did he get behind her?

The real question for him was that this weird girl has been stalking him on Namimori premises for some time now. He knew that she was Sawada Tsunayoshi’s friend, and he gave her some leniency, but his patience was slowly wearing down to nothingness.

Her loud voice was making the sand in the nonexistent hourglass flow even faster.

“Ah… eto… ehh… Haru… Haru is…” she was frantically trying to figure something out. “Haru just wanted to say hello to your cute birdie friends! Haru had brought seeds as a peace offering!” She babbles randomly, pulling out a bag of seeds from her bag.

Waaaaaaahhh today is the day Haru dies! Haru is sorry, Gokudera. Even though you warned her to stay away, she failed the mission! She did her best to keep distance, but… he came up to her himself!

Suddenly, his hair ruffles and a tiny head pops out. A little birdie! Haru stares, mouth agape in awe. Do the birds use his hair as a nesting place to sleep in? He lets them?

+5 points for this guy.

How many points does someone need to be ‘good enough’ for Tsu-chan, you ask?

A BAZILLION!!!!

“Seeds! Seeds!” The little bird chirps.

Hibari’s grey eyes leer down at the seeds Haru was holding in her shaking hands. This one… was like a shivering chihuahua. Had attitude, was audacious, but also somehow cowardly.

“I’ll take the seeds. If you wish to visit your friend, report yourself to a committee member, who will escort you to Sawada Tsunayoshi.” With that, he takes the bag of seeds and leaves.

Haru drops to the ground, the wave of relief making her knees go weak.

“Eh? He knows that Tsu-chan is Haru’s friend?” So… he pays attention to Tsu-chan and her friends who go to other schools?

…

+10 points.

[queenharumiura]

Haru + When Tsu-chan stayes in Japan for Haru and the children from the orphanage long time

Send me a word or theme and " + drabble " and I will write a dabble / one-shot surrounding the given word. || Accepting || @signorinavongola

It wasn’t very often that Tsuna could visit Japan- okay, that wasn’t true. She did visit from time to time, but it was a matter of Haru feeling that she couldn’t see her friend enough. If it were up to Haru, she would love to see Tsuna more often, but she understands that it’s not quite feasible.

Tsuna was a busy woman and most of the business she had to attend do had to be addressed over in Italy. She understood that, but she still missed her friend terribly.

So, when she heard that Tsuna was going to be staying in Japan for a while, she was ecstatic. The kids were excited to see ‘Aunty Tsuna’ as well, of course. Luna, the youngest was the most excited to see ‘Aunty Tsuna,’ because of how happy Haru would be any time she visited.

She was nice and pretty, what more did you need to deem someone the perfect Aunty? Rocco was the oldest (not that much younger than Lambo), so he still remembered everything, so he knew to be thankful towards the Vongola for saving him from his situation.

Even if it would’ve been easy to tell him that he owed his life to them so they expected him to be willing to lay down his life for whatever task they’d give him- the Vongola never expected that of him. In fact, Tsuna had allowed him and the other children to live in Japan to lead peaceful lives. It was always their choice on whether they’d start a new life or if they’d eventually return to their roots.

Tsuna was giving the children the chance that wasn’t awarded to her- the privilege of choice.

Some of the other children could remember bits and pieces of their past, but they were young, and it was hard to remember something you couldn’t understand.

When Tsuna walked in through the door, the youngest ran up to Tsuna and hugged her leg. “Aunty! Look! Usa-chan has a new dress! Isn’t she cute?” The little blond girl with wavy hair and blue eyes shows off a white bunny doll wearing a pink dress- one that matched what Luna was wearing. (No doubt, Haru’s handiwork)

Haru was the next to come up to bring Tsuna into a big bear hug. “It’s so good to see you again, Tsu-chan. You’re looking great as usual. Kyoko-chan should be coming by later. She’s a bit busy with logistics.”

Luna fussed, tugging at Haru’s shirt to be picked up, and of course, Haru obliges. “Come to the living room. The rest of the children should be there. I’m sure Sofia is hiding somewhere,” the second oldest child was often hiding away somewhere. It was a habit that remained from when she was hiding for her life when her family was attacked.

She felt safest when hidden away in tight confined places, and it was something that Haru was slowly trying to teach her to improve on.

““Aunty””

A pair of twins (Leonard and Lorenzo) each hand her a flower. It was something they found on the streets that they plucked to gift her. These two perhaps had it the best out of the children, but also were in some ways the most unfortunate. They were made orphaned when their parents got involved with a mafia turf war- it was a pure accident. They didn’t have any dealings or history with the mafia, but because of the mafia, they were orphaned.

With no other living relatives, they were taken in under the Vongola banner as reparations. If they weren’t taken in, there was a chance that the children would be victimized in an ‘unfortunate accident’ to prevent any ‘future issues’ that come about because of vengeance.

It was a delicate situation, for sure, but it was a path to cross for the future. “Hello Miss, thank you as always for all the support.” Rocco (nicknamed Rokkun) greets Tsuna with a smile, handing her a flower as well.

Regardless of how seldomly Tsuna found the time to visit, the children loved seeing her and they ushered her to the couch so they could surround her and ask her about what fun things she’s seen in Italy- or they ask about how their many grumpy uncles are doing.

[shnebrght]

Favorite Scent (Flufftober Drabble, KHR)

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn Ship: 27K (Sawada Tsunayoshi x Sasagawa Kyoko) Word Count: 1,023 Prompt: Favorite Scent Event Host: @flufftober

-- Her focus left her the moment the scent came to her consciousness.

Momentarily stopping by the perfume, a warm smile rose to her features as she got caught up, reminiscing. "Tsu-kun," she started, "Do you remember when we got this?"

Several tryouts, many failed attempts and dozens of scoldings from his tutor drilled into him the proper way of putting on a suit. The Tenth had been occupied with his own preparation, clumsily but surely dressing himself for the occasion as the lady grabbed his attention - alarming the young man briefly before he heaved out a laughing sigh. "Ahh, that…" She looked like she was elated to remember.

"What brought this up?"

… …

The boy must have pinched himself about nine times so far. How couldn't he? Reality just didn't align with his self-perception. After all, here he was, walking side by side with the girl of his dreams!

"Ahh! Tsuna-kun, look!" The girl excitedly alerted, unconsciously picking her pace up towards the stand; "They're giving out samples! Let's try some!" Clearly, one of them was far more immersed in the immediate moment than the other.

To see her so happy, excitedly checking stores out like an enthusiastic child, Tsuna couldn't help but mentally tear up. "Yes, l-let's!" A thought crossed his mind. Kyoko-chan was already looking supefyingly good in her chosen attire for this date, but for her to enjoy herself this much was just precious.

…If only they were truly alone.

In this large mall, it was easy for Tsuna to single Kyoko out from the crowd, going as far as the extremely bold hand-holding attempt, shying away every time before their hands actually touched. Daring as he was today, he could even single the girl out from the numerous people in the crowd with them. What he couldn't ignore, was Lambo and I-Pin, chaotically running by them and right under their legs in their unconcerned game of tag.

Why did Mom think it was a good idea to have them join, today of all days!?

The stand was placed right outside a relatively unpacked cosmetics store; an obvious move to promote sales, even going as far as spraying some perfumes to the air in-front, drawing in a few potential customers - Kyoko among them.

"Tsuna-kun, which one do you like?" The girl asked, bending slightly forward towards the stand as she tucked a loose hair strand behind her right ear, with the boy in tow and quick to reply with a silly smile. "I don't know…"

How can he know? His favorite scent was her shampoo, which she just flared in his face with that simple hair movement. But saying that would be too embarrassing! In the spur of the moment, he mindlessly moved a hand towards one of the pinkish-colored samples; "T-This one, I guess…"

-- "Oh! Really??" Her reaction was too gleeful for a simple choice. Was that a hit?? "I really like this one too!" It was!!

Spraying some of the sample on her left wrist, she quickly took the boy's hand in as well-- "Here, Tsuna-kun, you try it too." Everything was so fast. Kyoko had her sneakily quick pace about her when she was excited, that much he learned when she went on her Appreciation Days. But to so casually grab his own hand? When he was struggling with that all morning!? -- Solid blush rose to the boy's face as soon as his hand was grasped, and with an awkward whiff to his wrist, he looked away; embarrassment and happiness oozing out of every corner on his face.

"O-Oh… It's… It's good, Kyoko-chan…"

Ever the air-head, caught up in her own stride -- it took Kyoko a short moment to realize why Tsuna reacted so timidly at the act; only acknowledging she grabbed his hand in her's after he reacted. Heat rising to her own cheeks, reddening her face all the way to her ears as right away, her mood shifted. Showcasing her own embarrassment, the girl looked down, her frame appearing smaller as she enclosed her body language unconsciously; hands held together at her skirt level.

"S-Sorry!…" She apologized - "I got a little, t-too excited…" Kyoko was an honest girl. Straight-forward and unassuming, and it reflected both in her values and manner of speech. In fact, she may have made conscious effort to make that a point. "It's just, strawberry vanilla isn't very common… But it happens that I really like this scent too…"

Damn it. Tsuna's thoughts failed to process anything more than how cute this girl was. Damn it!

In their awkward embarrassment, the clerk failed to draw their attention. They were there for sampling, weren't they…? Fortunately (or unfortunately) for the worker, the two toddlers having away their time just so happened to crash into the makeshift table, causing a ruckus as they always did - alarming both Kyoko and Tsuna far too late, as they knocked the entire stand over, spilling the contents of the samples all over themselves.

"Ahh! Lambo, I-Pin!!" "You kids…."

If there was anyone to count on to break the moment, it was those two. Snapped out of their mutual embarrassment, Tsuna and Kyoko gave each other some well-warranted, awkward laughter. "I'd feel bad getting nothing after that…" Tsuna admitted.

"I know, right…?" Seems like they were on the same page. "--Excuse me!" A single bottle of the perfume was promptly purchased as a result…

… …

"…We still have the original bottle?" Tsuna humorously asked, remembering that time.

"A lot's happened. Now it's just Tsu-kun and me," Kyoko laughed to herself, coming closer to her beloved.

For Kyoko, it was a keepsake more than anything. Vanilla-strawberry wasn't a popular scent for a perfume, especially nowadays. It was associated with childishness, desires of a young girl yet fully fledged. But at the same time, it was special for her. A small reminder of a certain date with a certain man she loved. Of course, she only wore it for very, very specific occasions. Its tendency waning over time.

And yet,

"You think we should get a new one on the way?" She asked.

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah. Let's stop before dinner!"

[signorinavongola]

((So this isn’t our first rodeo with me writing something for ya, but it is your first ‘Haru Haru Choco Delivery’ with us. Like with previous drabbles written for you, you’re free to do with them as you like. You can post them, keep them in inbox, consider them canon interaction between our muses (or not), you can reply to it or not. Whatever you want, that’s your freedom to choose! Thanks for indulging me! I am borrowing one of my other muses for this again, yes))

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The alternative methods were to either wait for Tsunayoshi to visit Japan herself, to send something through the postal system for Tsunayoshi.

Neither option seemed to pique Haru Miura’s attention this time around as she normally dared to think the unthinkable- use Hibari Kyouya as a courier service.

Though the majority of the Vongola were based in Italy, Hibari was the one Guardian whose location always varied based off what had caught his attention.

Just like the free-floating clouds in the sky, the man often drifts around the globe investigating odd phenomenon or possible enemies to bite to death. When he wasn’t investigating a topic of interest, the Cloudian was often based in Japan.

You could take the man out of Namimori, but you cannot take Namimori out of the man.

At the end of the day, it worked out in the sense that it would be comforting to know that should anything happen in Namimori, a powerful Cloudian would be nearby to bite the perpetrators to death in a prompt manner.

Of course, this meant that sometimes Haru would contact him and ask ‘when is the next time you’ll be going to Italy? Oh? Do you mind doing Haru a favor…?’

That’s how he found himself reorganizing his schedule on the unspoken (but implicitly understood) behest of the brunette woman.

“Haru Miura sends her regards along with this gift.” The aloof man sets down a box of cookies along with a letter in front of the mafia boss. “If you’ve something to send back to her in the next coming days, that can be arranged through me. I will be in Italy for a few days before returning to Namimori.” Seeing as he’s already being used as a courier service, he may as well be the return service as well.

It was the least he could do for the woman who had the tireless job of looking after children who incessantly crowd around visitors.

Inside of the box Hibari brought were Mochi match chocolate cookies. They were shelf-stable cookies. Haru added cocoa powder to the batter to add some chocolate to the treat. It’s not a proper Valentine’s day gift without chocolate.

The letter reads:

[Dear Tsu-chan,

Did the Hibari Kyouya express deliver the cookies to you safely? Haru asked him very nicely for a favor and he was kind enough to say yes. When I told him it was for Valentine’s day, he reorganized his schedule to coincide with the day.

Hopefully the change in schedule didn’t come as a big inconvenience for you. If it was, that was my fault, so please don’t hold that against him for listening to my whims.

The important part is the cookies! Mochi cookies are delicious and are relatively shelf-stable. Matcha is a taste of Japan, and I added cocoa powder to the mix, you know, for Valentine’s day. The cookies would travel well and will keep for a while, that’s why I supplied a lot of cookies in the box for you to enjoy.

Everyone here is doing well, so you don’t have to worry much. All the kids are fairing well. I do miss you a lot, but we’re both doing big and great things! I feel I don’t say it enough that I’m proud of you and that I’m happy that you’re out there doing amazing things.

Don’t forget to get rest and to take good care of yourself! If Haru finds out you’re not taking good care of yourself, she’ll give you a call and scold you~

Your friend who misses you dearly,

Haru Miura]

Lexy.

I've had this treasure in my inbox for 8 months now, maybe it's out of date, but I'm posting it because I appreciate your effort and creativity, @queenharumiura. ♥

[whiskeysmulti]

Prompt + emotional distance between Tsuna and his father (for Iemitsu)

Send 'Prompt' + a muse and i'll write a drabble based on what was sent.- accepting!

He'd not been home in a while so this was understandable. Let her be mad if she wanted to, Iemitsu was only doing what was best for his family and protecting them as best as he could. He'd never in all his years known his daughter to be cold, but he understood why. Leave it to an absentee father to not know his daughter's favorite food or color, was it orange? Had to be right? She was a Sky flame after all. Idiot logic. Hardhat on, he carried in his pick, casually pretending to be returning from the mines. They didn't need to know he'd been in Italy all month cleaning up the remains of a criminal organization. "Tsu-chan! Daddy's home!" He called cheerfully and hoped a fight wouldn't start. She could give him the cold shoulder all she wanted. Because he already knew damn well it was his fault.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Praise among the smoke||

Hello dears, I'm here with a request for a friend of mine. So, lets see what this drabble contains hmm?

||Drabble summary||

Lets say Tsubasa was having a night out for himself after a rough week. Seeing how others were having fun but he was sad drinking something to clear his mind. However, his night changes when someone comes over to help him out? Who could this man be? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~NSFW is present or spoken of in this drabble

||Guests in the drabble||

Tsubasa connor belongs to my Rp partner and amazing friend @within-the-resort

Yukichi Fukuzawa belongs and is from the anime/manga Stray dogs but also me due to rping as him as a muse.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

"What. A. Night. Ughhh, you can leave the wine bottle." A sad and alone Tsubasa Conner was alone this night, seeing he had a rough week. Though, he did expect that due to how many either were jerks or some just being assholes.

He just wanted a good week, just one and it never happens for him. Now he hates it. He sighs to drink his whole glass of wine with one gulp, setting it down again to sigh. He wasn't drink yet but he would be soon the more bottles he takes in.

As he was drinking more, he didn't know a pair of eyes on him. Seems someone caught his eye that made Tsubasa not notice yet. He seems to be alone though, many don't do much during this time. So why not bring some fun for him. The other walks over but was by him.

"Excuse me? You alright?" A person speaks to him as Tsubasa blinks to sigh. Great, another one. He didn't look at him while looking to the wine glass.

"I'm fine. But could you please leave me alone? I'm not really in the mood to be bothered by others tonight. Had a rough week." he said but the other sighed to look at him.

"Hmmm, I see. That's too bad. I was hoping that you would like to have something that might help brighten your mood?" he heard Tsu sigh but was annoyed to look at the guy.

"Again, not interested." he said now annoyed but the guy didn't budge. He keeps trying to flirt with him but Tsubasa looks away not interested. Why do guys do this? He's not interested and he won't be for that type!

"Ohhh come on babe. I just wanna.." as he tries to touch Tsu, another hand grabs his wrist to stop him. This made the other blink but Tsu looks too. Both saw a older male there but he looked annoyed while looking to the stranger.

"I believe this man said to leave him be. I suggest you move alone." he said.

"And who are you?" he asked.

"..The owner of the club. So again, leave him be or I'll kick you out." he said as warning but the other got nervous to nod, moving away quickly. Tsu blinks to see this but the man turns to look at him.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" he asked but Tsubasa shook his head slowly feeling his cheeks heat up. This guy was the owner of this place!? Well, he was always curious so this helps.

"I..I'm fine. Thank you." he said but the man smiled.

"It's fine. By the way, names Yukichi Fukuzawa. Your name?" he asked.

"T..Tsubasa Conner......." he said flushed to look away as Fukuzawa smiled, finding that cute.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Conner. Here, would you like to come with me? I think I can offer you VIP since you seem to had a bad night." He didn't want any one else to bother him and he did seem to have a bad day. Blinking at this, Tsu was shocked.

"W..wait really? OH, you don't have to do that! I..I'm not.." he said but Fuku takes his hand gently that Tsu blushes worse.

"Nonsense..come along..I would love to see if I can give you a more....enjoyable evening since you had a bad week. You look like you need one." he said with a smile but Tsubasa slowly nods, about to take the wine bottle. "And I have more where we are going. please follow me." he begins leader Tsubasa away but through the crowed of people.

Tsubasa couldn't believe this but he's been silent walking till they get to a nice fancy location in the club. A sign showing 'VIP members only' over it. He keeps following him and gets to one of the rooms. It was nice and felt really comfy. He couldn't believe he was getting VIP tonight.

The two kept walking before getting into a bigger room as Tsu walks in seeing the room. It looked pretty but he was not expecting this. However, he heard the door close behind him but heard Fukuzawa close the door and walks over.

"This is beautiful. I...I'm shocked you are wanting to give me VIP or have me here. I...." he was trying to speak but felt hands on his shoulders to smile.

"i did say I was hoping to give you a more enjoyable night. So...please, I'm sure their is something I can do." he squeezed Tsu's shoulders feeling him shudder but he blushed worse to shake his head.

"N..No no it's fine. This is enough for me. I..I thank you but.." as he was trying to speak, Fukuzawa suddenly pins him against the wall, hearing a yelp from the other.

"!?" His eyes were wide to look at the older male but his face burns looking right into the club owner's eyes. They looked hungry yet lustful. "I...."

"Sorry cutie but...I think I rather like you a lot more now. Well, since you first came into my club you always get the best wine we have but....even seeing a sad look on your face upsets me thinking someone made you like that. Someone so precious and cute..you look really cute.." he mutters to see Tsu shaking still flushed since a older male was having him pinned.

"Y..You.....wait, really?"

"Yes. I don't usually find others to my liking..but you...ohhh you are just the cutest little thing. Seeing how many times you come here. Though, also wishing to show that you deserve to be mine and treated more better." He smiled that he presses up against Tsubasa who tense feeling this.

His aqua blue eyes widen but he couldn't move since the owner trapped him. "B..but why me? I'm not....I'm not like others.." he said looking to the side hiding his face of low self confidence. "I know others find me ugly looking because of my healed scars and body physic I.." he continues to speak but the owner wouldn't have that.

"That's not true. Who dares say such a thing? You are beautiful to me and still is. I rather love to leave kisses on every inch of you. Touch you and caress you.....and claim you as my own lover. Whoever says such things will be taken care of." He held Tsu's cheek to turn his head back to face him.

"Besides, you are beautiful and so sexy looking. I wanna be sure to show that and give you a wild night." He leans in close that Tsubasa was shaking again feeling aroused. His heart was beating like crazy from all this.

"Though..you are so cute. So soft..I would love to eat you up while I make love to you softly.."He squeezes his ass hearing Tsu yelp. "And roughly. Or biting every inch of you to mark that skin a proper way. I'll let everyone know you are mine.....and my precious little pet."

He sees Tsu blushing hard but he was shaking now before feeling a kiss to his forehead. "I could give you fancy cute little things to wear for me. Something that shows you off to me. Something soft that shows your cuteness.....would that be nice?" he teased that Tsu was speechless now before he was shaking to whimper.

That did sound nice and yet, he saw him trap the now flushed Tsubasa Conner there in this room. "I...M..Mr. Yukichi-"

"Please, call me Fukuzawa. Because you'll be screaming it in a few minutes." he said now tilting his head up to look at him, giving a light kiss to his lips. "Now Tsubasa.." He sees him dazed under his touch before giving a smile.

"Lets start this night in a proper way because after this: You'll be mine."

[promiseofeywa]

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