#two faced tamon

[erabu-san]

Drew Tamon ! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[hayatoseyepatch]

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Description: Getting kinky with the windbreaker boys. I have so many thoughts about these men and I just needed to get them out of my system. Characters: Toma Hiragi, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, & Yamato Endo. Word Count: 2.2k Tags: fem!reader, brat taming, praise, somnophilia, edging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, consent non consent, choking, degradation, oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk.

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a/n: These are more like thirsts than headcannons but oh well. I might expand on some of these eventually and turn them into full fics if I can sit down and commit to it. It the mental illness, innit? Regardless, I hope you enjoyed these little blurbs! Special shout out to @foxyfiction & @to-eden for helping me with the prompts for some of these, you both are amazing. <3

I also have a masterlist now, if you’re interested that could be found : HERE

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Brat Taming

Hiragi had enough of you today, your skirt pulled up high, a constant switch in your hips while on patrol today with the Tamon team. Constantly teasing him, whether it was pulling him into an alley for an impromptu make out session, bending over in front of him letting him catch a glimpse of your already wet panties, or rubbing against his perpetually hard cock as you “just needed to slip past him real quick”. He was patient, tension building throughout the day coming to a fever pitch when you had both made it back to your shared apartment. He was on you in moments, lifting the back of your skirt to lay a harsh lap to you ass. Grabbing a fistful of your hair as he growls in your ear. “ I want you on that bed and I want you completely bare, do you understand?” He releases you hair, watching as you strip for him, climbing on the bed moments after you do.

Grabbing a hold of your cheeks with a rough hand he forces you to look up at him, eyes glazed over with arousal. Squishing your cheeks he props your mouth open, shoving a long digit past your lips. He grins as your mouth instinctively wraps around the digit, pumping the finger in and out of your lips, eyes rolling back as he feels your tongue wrap around the digit. Sucking his teeth as you shoot him a wink as he stuffs a second digit in your mouth. “Such a fucking brat, you know that?” He forces your thighs apart, free hand punctuating his words with a harsh slap to your dripping cunt.

His fingers sliding down, his fist two digits using your saliva that coated them to rub fast smooth circles against the sensitive bud. “Don’t forget your still getting punished baby.” He tsks giving you a sharp toothed grin. “Look at your pretty cunt, clenching around nothing, poor baby.” He coos, leaning down to your ear, lips grazing the shell to whisper. “You’re going to have to come from just my fingers before you can have my cock baby, think you can do that for me, hmm?”

Praise (Receiving)

Kaji had lost his temper once more, today a fight had broken out. One of the members of the opposing gang had harshly grabbed your arm, tugging you against him spitting extremities about the things he plandded to do to you. The words coupled with the fear in your wide eyes had Kaji seeing red. Completely blacking out in a fit of rage, he hated his, he especially hated you seeing him like this. The few times he had lost his temper in front of you, he ran, unable to face you. But not this time, you wouldn’t let him run from you. Grabbing the sleeve of his jacket you were quick to take him back to your apartment, silencing whatever apologies or exasperations with your lips against his.

Walking him backward toward your bedroom you wait for the back of his knees to hit the mattress. Pushing him to sit down as you climb on his lap. Mouths entangling in a heated embrace, clothes being pulled from each others bodies in a rush of passsion. Kaji trails kisses down your exposed body, lips wrapping arount a perked bud taking your nipple into his mouth. You rocked your hips against his, gronaing into the air. Your hands unfaten his pants, and with his help you pull his cock from his pants. You give him a smile, stroking his cheeks, eyes soft with fondness. “You're such a good boy Ren, always so good to me.”

You coo, the praise falling from your lips as you place one more kiss to his lips. Moving to grab him by the base, positioning him at your entrance, the desperate look in his eyes is all the confirmation you need to sink down on his length. You bite your lip, letting out a whimper at the feeling of his thick cock filling you to the brim. You tangle one hand in his hair, pulling lightly on his blonde strands, while the other moves up to his shoulder, nails digging into the skin. Pulling away only far enough to mumble into his lips. “Fuck, Ren.. Feel so good, you fill me up so good baby. I love you so much.”

Somnophillia

You wake feeling something warm between your legs. It isn’t long before your head is thrown back against the pillows you were once sleeping soundly against, voice crying out in pleasure as your boyfriend’s tongue draws slow patterns on your sensitive clit. You look down at him eyes lidded with sleep and now lust. “Haru.. what are you doing?” You mumble, blinking the sleep from your eyes. Between your thighs you can feel his cheeks heat up, a feirce blush on his features. He barely pulls from your cunt, mumbling against your center. “Couldn’t sleep, needed to taste you, ‘m want you so bad.”

He groans, hips rutting into the mattress, desperate for some friction to his aching cock. Any further arguments are silenced by a loud moan erupting from your lips, Sakura licks a fat stripe up your clit brfore reattaching his lips fully to your nub. He eats your cunt with such desperation, as if he needed to conume you to keep air in his lungs. His tongue is soon replaced by the rough pad of his thumb, head ducking lower to slide his tongue inside of your entrance, sliding against the silk walls of your pussy. He groans deep in his throat, the vibrations of the noise only enhancing the pleasure you’re feeling. ”Always taste so fucking good, need more..” He groans, pulling from your center, he slides up your body lips attacking yours with reckless hunger. He slid the material of his boxers down in one swift motion, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, collecting your wetness on the tip of his cock using it to ease himself inside your velvety walls.

He lets out a loud groan as he fully sheaths his cock inside you, head dipping to capture your lips with his own. The kiss is immediately laced with hunger, teeth clashing and tongues dancing in each others mouths. He pulls away, heavy breaths fanning against your lips as he sets a harsh steady pace from the start. “Fuck baby… can’t even sleep without you consuming my thoughts. Need you desperately… constantly.. feel like I’ll lose it if I’m not inside of you.”

Edging/Mommy Kink

You place a delicate kiss to his lips, trailing your kisses down his body until you were situated between his thighs. Looking up at him with hooded eyes from your current position. “You weren't lying baby boy. Look at how hard you are.” You grin, not letting him answer as you gave a few experimental tugs to his cock. Leaning up to lick a fat stripe from his base to his tip, collecting the pre come that had been steadily dripping since you had begun. Pulling away and leaning up once again, you grab his face in your hand, forcing his mouth open before letting your saliva mixed with his precum drip from your mouth to his. Placing a hand over his mouth, you lean down to his ear. “Swallow baby, I want you to taste us.”

You take his shock as an opportunity to lower yourself back down between his legs, swirling your tongue around his sensitive mushroom tip, taking as much as your throat would allow, hollowing your cheeks. Beginning to bob your head up and down on  his cock. Choji tugged at the cloth around his wrists, restraining himself as much as he could to not buck his hips. Failing miserably as his body writhed under yours He cried out as he felt your warm mouth around his cock, tears collecting by the corners of his eyes. Whimpers and cries falling from his lips as he found every ounce of restraint to not let his body betray him. The could in his stomach building once more for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening. He didn’t want to fuck all of this up and receive punishment even further. “Mommy, please your mouth is so warm… be careful. I dont wanna come.. too soon.”

You grin around him, looking up at him through your lashes, nearly removing yourself from him before plunging back down, taking him until you feel him hit the back of your throat. You do this a few more times before pulling yourself off his cock with a 'pop'. You make your way up his body, getting impatient yourself, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Straddling his abdomen, right above where he needed you most,  pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Desperately trying not to show that you were just as affected by your actions. You grab a fistful of his hair, tugging harshly, effectively separating your lips as you speak against his lips. “Tell mommy what you want baby boy. Go on, use your words I want to hear you.”

Dacryphillia

Each one of your pleas fog his mind with uncontrollable lust. Wram brown irises drowning in it. “So desperate for me already, darling, we havent even begun the main event.” He teases, directly into your ear, as he finally lines the tip of his thick cock with your entrance. Suo had been teasing you for what seemed like hours. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated cunt. Having made you come undone on his fingers and tongue several times, your pussy having felt desperatly empty without his cock filling you. He grins as you whine, his head just barely probing your entrance. “Please, Haya.” You whimper desperate for him to do something, anything, tears blurring your vision as they collected at your lashline.

“Please?” He tiles his head in mocking obliviousness. “Please what princess? Gotta tell me what to do or I cant help you, tell me what is it that you want?” He coos, free hand sliding up your stomach, thumb circling a pert nipple. Grinning he leans down tugging on your earlobe with this teeth, breaths fanning against your ear as he continues to speak. “Want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my cock? Feeling you flutter against me, whimpering out my name from those beautiful lips. Is that what youre asking for my pretty little bunny?”

He grins eyes lithe with mischief as you continue to babble, words coming out in a jumbled mess of pleas and calls of his name. Fat tears stream down your cheeks, desperation for him consuming your entire being. Suo’s hand coming up to caress your cheek. Thumb swiping at the tears that cascaded down your face. “Oh, sweet baby” He purrs, slipping the same thumb past your lips, letting you taste the salty wetness of your tears. “Crying for me already? We’ve barely even started.” He giggles, hips lurching forward, slamming into you to the hilt with one swift movement of his hips. Groaning as your back arches from the bed, eyes rolling back with a scream of his name being forced from your lips. “As much as I’d love to hear you beg for it, ive been waiting for too long for you my princess.~”

Cat and Mouse/CNC

Your breaths come out in heavy pants, your heart racing in your chest, your feet slamming against the grassy terrain as you run as fast as your legs can carry you. The shadow of the figure on your tail looming behind you. You pushed further, weaving in and out of trees to shake your assailant. The dark wooded area was easy to get lost in. You had only paused your running for a moment, attempting to take in your soundings, looking for a route to escape. Attempting to catch your breath, you were sure you had lost him. Just as you were about to turn on your heel and take off once more your eyes shoot wide, feeling fingers of a large hand wrap themselves around your throat. Your attacker using their grip as leverage  to shove you roughly against a tree, the larger figure looms over yours. Tattooed fingers squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult. Lips grazing your ear as he leans down to your height. “Gotcha~”

Endo’s piercing blue eyes lock with yours, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Tongue invading your mouth, free hand coming up to cup your dripping cunt. Fingers circling your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. He smirks against your lips as you moan into his mouth. Pulling from you, he quickly removes your soiled panties, running his finger between your soaked slit. Bringing his finger to his lips taking in the way you taste, moaning around his fingers.

“Fuck doll, you taste so fucking good. Already so fucking wet for me.” He uses his thumb to force your mouth open, spitting a glob of saliva between your parted lips. “Go on babydoll, taste yourself.” He chuckles as you instinctively swallow, turning you in his embrace so your bent over. Flipping up your skirt, he leans back to take all of you in, eyes hungrily wracking over your exposed sex. Parting your folds with a thumb, watching as your entrance contracts around nothing a large grin splits across his face as he lands a harsh slap against your ass. “Gotta remind you who this belongs too huh? This cunt is mine princess.”

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I already have a part two in mind for this, so keep an eye out. Until then, see you later!

[kajibunny]

✶⋆.˚꩜ it's not what it looks like, i swear!˙⋆✶ w/ the wind breaker boys

✿ featuring: haruka sakura, ren kaji, hajime umemiya, hayato suo, jo togame, toma hiragi (first time writing for hiragi! yipeee) ✿ contains: suggestive dialogues, crack, mutual pining, some established relationship, a lil bit of fluff ✿ a/n: heads up, please do not read this while drinking coffee because you’ll probably end up like sakura in the banner ( ≧ᗜ≦)  ✿ wc: 2.4k

— what happens when perfectly innocent scenarios with them turn suggestive once they are taken out of context? well, you're about to find out one way or another. 

ʚɞ kaji -

how did you two end up in this position?

kaji was sprawled on top of you, his hands braced on either side of your head with his knees straddling your legs. his face was so close that you could feel his breath against your skin, your cheeks burning pink as his eyes locked with yours.

"kaji, you were supposed to be chasing the cat, not me!" you exclaimed, feeling the heat rise up your cheeks. 

"you were in the way." kaji responded, with a frustrated sigh.

"you were the one who knocked me over!" you shot back at him.

he tried to move aside, but the way your breath hitched, your lips parted and your cute face so flushed left him momentarily frozen.

when you offered to help kaji find risa-chan, you had no idea how things would spiral. chasing the cat with the pink ribbon felt like trying to catch a bolt of lightning. 

as you both darted around in pursuit, kaji eventually found her on a bush and made a desperate lunge to grab the elusive feline. instead, he ended up accidentally colliding into you, sending you both tumbling into an unexpectedly intimate position.

"kaji! that’s not the cat you’rrre supposed to be chasing! arrre you two fooling arrround with each otherrr now?" enomoto’s voice rang out, breaking the spell. beside him was kusumi who covered his eyes with his hands—though the gap between his fingers betrayed his curiosity.

"we weren't—"

"this isn't—"

neither you nor kaji could find the words to explain how you two ended up like this, tangled up and breathless, both of you too flustered to speak. 

finally, kaji regained composure and got up, dusting off his clothes before offering you a hand, still refusing to meet your gaze as you took his outstretched hand to pull yourself up. you two continued your search without uttering a word to one another. 

although, the way kaji fiddled with his lollipop and hurriedly put on his headphones while turning his blushing face away everytime he saw you spoke volumes. why did you have to look so adorable in that vulnerable position? 

kaji did end up catching something else that day, and it was feelings of undeniable romantic attraction for you.

ʚɞ umemiya -

"there, there, let me put it in, i'll a be a bit more gentle this time, okay?" umemiya said, his voice calm and reassuring. "oh no, it won't go in." you exhaled in frustration. 

"ah, it's because your hole is too tight." he said with a slight grin. "what? i-i thought maybe it was just too big to fit in my hole." you replied, a hint of embarrassment in your voice. 

"don't worry, i've got you. i'll help you ease it in - there we go, nice and deep, just like that." umemiya groaned softly as he helped you lift and position the pots in their rightful place. 

"you're so good at this, ume!" you praised him, giving umemiya a pat on the back, your eyes lighting up in admiration as he gave you a wide, proud smile.

gardening together with umemiya was definitely hot. literally. the sun beaming down on you both, with little shade to protect your skin from the heat. 

as you wiped the sweat from your forehead, you wondered how he managed to convince you to be his gardening assistant for the day. maybe it was his irresistable charm, or that infectious smile. 

either way, you were here now, knee-deep in dirt, struggling to transport seedlings - a task that was proving to be far more challenging than you anticipated.

meanwhile, the tamon squad had gathered outside the rooftop garden, their faces flustered as they listened in on your conversation.

"are they-?" nirei whispered, his voice filled with disbelief. 

"but...on the rooftop of all places?" kiryu added, equally shocked. 

"what are they doing, it sounds so-" sakura began, but hiragi cut him off. "okay, that's enough. everybody back to patrol-" hiragi declared, but then the weight of everyone leaning on the rooftop door caused it to whip open.

they all accidentally burst into the garden, only to be met by the sight of you and umemiya...calmly arranging pots. nothing more, nothing less. 

oh, so that's what it's about. the tightness, and the holes, and the depth. it all made sense now.

suo bent forward and whispered to both of you: "sorry, we kind of misunderstood and thought you two were doing something else up here." 

you and umemiya exchanged confused glances with flushed faces, completely oblivious to what they were insinuating. 

upon looking back and gaining realization of what you and umemiya might have sounded like to them, your only wish was to be a transported seedling buried beneath the soil of umemiya's garden.

ʚɞ sakura -

you pressed the back of your hand against sakura’s forehead, feeling the unmistakable heat radiating from his skin. "you’re burning up, sakura." you murmured, in a concerned tone.

he tried to brush it off, his cheeks faintly flushed. "what are you talking about!? i’m fine...!" he protested, but his hoarse voice betrayed him.

you shook your head, a determined look in your eyes. "take off your top."

sakura’s eyes shot wide open. "w-what? no! why are you trying to undress me?!"

you stifled a laugh, and tried to ease him. "to give you a sponge bath, silly. don't worry, i'm used to taking care of sick people. it'll help lower your temperature."

despite his protests, he eventually allowed you to help, his face burning brighter as you carefully sponged his fevered skin, your touch both soothing and embarrassing him.

when dinner time rolled around, you placed a bowl of steaming soup in front of him. "here, umemiya gave me the recipe. it's his special soup!"

sakura, still flustered from earlier, reached for the bowl with shaky hands, but you gently stopped him.

"say ah." you instructed, holding a spoonful of soup close to his lips.

his eyes widened again, his voice shaky. "w-what are you trying to do this time?"

you tilted your head. "you’re too weak to hold the spoon, sakura. let me take care of you." you smiled gently at him.

"i’m...i’m fine!" he insisted, his face a mix of embarrassment and defiance.

you leaned in closer. "sakura, let me do this for you. i’m not taking no for an answer." 

he eventually reluctantly opened his mouth, allowing you to feed him. this feeling was all so foreign to him, as no one ever tried to care of him like this. 

however, the real challenge came when it was time for him to take his medicine. sakura outright refused, turning his head away with a stubborn glare.

"be a good boy and take it." you insisted, holding the medicine out to him.

"no way." he muttered, crossing his arms defiantly.

a sigh escaped your lips. "sakura, don’t make me give it to you by force."

his eyes widened for a moment at your insinuation, but he still refused to budge. so, with a determined look, you gently pushed him back onto the bed, pinning him down.

"open your mouth." you commanded, in a firm voice.

sakura’s blush deepened as he squirmed beneath you. he hesitantly opened his mouth, allowing you to administer the medicine, his cheeks burning with both the fever and the flurry of emotions he couldn’t quite name along with the intrusive thoughts running in his mind.

as he finally swallowed, you wiped a stray drop from his lips and smiled softly. "see? that wasn’t so bad."

but instead of cooling down, you noticed sakura’s face was only getting redder, his body temperature seemingly rising even higher. you frowned, pressing your hand against his forehead again.

"hm, strange. this medicine is supposed to lower your temperature...why are you heating up even more?" you murmured.

sakura turned his head away, hiding his flushed face in the pillow, his voice barely above a whisper. "i-i don’t know either..."

you couldn’t help but wonder what was really causing his temperature to spike. maybe the medicine just needed more time...or maybe it had nothing to do with the fever at all.

ʚɞ togame -

you had asked togame to teach you self-defense, and who better to learn from than togame himself, shishitoren's second-in-command, whose fighting style was totally unpredictable, and could knock a dozen opponents to the ground.

it took a lot of convincing, but eventually, he agreed once you promised him you'll buy him a whole crate of ramune. it also didn't help that you threw him puppy eyes and a pleading face that even the togame jo himself is not immune to.

during your sparring sessions, togame tried his best to go easy on you, since he didn't want to hurt you, but you told him you wanted him to go full-force. 

"is that all you’ve got?" you teased, dodging another swipe from togame.

"nah, i’m just getting started." he shot back, as he lunged at you. you barely had time to react before togame grabbed your wrist, pulling you down onto the floor. you twisted away, but togame was quicker, pinning you beneath him.

"got you now." togame says, his voice low, leaning in close as you struggled under him, his weight pressing down just enough to keep you in place, the warmth of his body making your breath hitch.

"not yet, you don’t." you countered, managing to free one of your arms. with a swift motion, you flipped togame onto his back, your faces being inches apart, as you could see the evident blush on his face from being too close to you. 

his hands found your waist, holding you in place as you both caught your breath.

anyone who caught you two in that position would have thought you were fighting for dominance in a different sense.  

"okay, you win." he chuckled, togame's eyes looking directly into yours. "but only because i let you."

"oh, really?" you replied, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. "i think you just like being in this position."

he blinked, the room and your faces suddenly feeling warmer as your words sunk in. before he could respond, you leaned in slightly, bringing his face even closer to yours, the air between you thick with tension. he was close enough to kiss, and it certainly didn't help that he wasn't trying to make any attempt to stop you.

togame told you he wanted a round two with you, saying he wasn't going to let you off easy this time. 

ʚɞ suo -

you had agreed to help suo and sakura bake a cake for nirei's birthday, as you three were nirei's closest friends, and you wanted to make it a special celebration for him.

suo, who was quite skilled in baking, took charge and offered to teach you, while sakura assisted from the sidelines, helping the both of you in preparing the ingredients. 

it was going well at first, the kitchen filled with the sweet aroma of vanilla and chocolate, but as you and suo began working closely together on the cake, things turned into a bit of a spiced up situation.

first, you and suo mixed the batter.

"oh, you’ve really got a knack for handling the sticky stuff, huh?" suo watched you pour in the ingredients, with a playful smile on his face.

"do i? maybe it's because you help me out all the time." you say to him.

"i'm glad. here let's help you out with this, too." suo approaches you and helps you steady the mixer from behind. "thank you, suo. it's quite big so i might have a hard time doing it alone."

when sakura glanced over, from his angle it looked like suo was pressing you up against the counter, and a furious blush crept up on his cheeks as he swatted away his unwanted thoughts.

"oh, dear. it might be too wet." you turned to suo to ask for his advice.

"it looks good to me, but here, stick this in." suo says, handing you a stick of butter, which sakura had to do a double take on to make sure it was just butter and not some other kind of stick.

then you helped prepare the frosting. 

"it tastes amazing, suo!" you exclaimed, sampling the frosting.

"mind if i have a taste too?" suo said, leaning in closer. "of course, here, try it." you smiled and offered up the spoon to him. 

"ah, you have some on you, here." he pointed at your hand, which had splashes of frosting on it which escaped the piping bag. "oh no, it squirted out. i'll just lick it off, then." you replied, smiling and darting out your tongue to taste the sweet frosting.

sakura was close to absolutely losing it because of you and suo's interactions.

lastly was assembling the cake. 

"are you ready for this? it might get a bit messy." he asked you, as he brought the baking pan closer. 

"it's alright. i know you will help me clean up the mess after!"   

sakura's face turned as hot as the pre-heated oven as he listened in from the sidelines, feeling his face flush as he heard what sounded like a heated flirtatious exchange between you and suo. 

sakura silently vowed never to help you two bake a cake ever again.

ʚɞ hiragi -

hiragi was always juggling so many responsibilities as one of the four kings of bofurin, that stress had become a constant companion, often forcing him to rely on his stomach medications just to get through the day. 

so when you offered to give him a quick massage to ease his aching joints, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief.

you were very skilled with your fingers, expertly working out the tension in his shoulders, digging into every tight spot with just the right amount of pressure.

"ah, that feels so good." hiragi murmured, his voice heavy with relaxation.

"yeah? you like it there, 'ragi?" you teased, your fingers finding a particularly tight knot.

"mhm. that’s the spot..." he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the pleasure. 

"you’re so stiff." you giggled, leaning in closer. "you really need to relax more often."

as the two of you were chilling in the cozy corner of pothos café, completely absorbed in the moment, across from you sat umemiya, who looked like he was about to choke on his food.

umemiya shot you both an incredulous look. "please, not in front of my salad!" he quipped, his tone half-joking, half-bewildered.

you glanced over at his plate, unable to suppress a laugh. "umemiya, your food isn’t even a salad!"

"yeah, well, it’s hard to focus on what i’m eating when you two are…whatever this is!" he shot back, rolling his eyes but unable to hide his amused smile.

hiragi opened one eye, as he shifted in his seat. "you seem tense. maybe you could use a massage too, umemiya."

umemiya quickly held up his hands in mock surrender. "nope, i’m good! you two just keep that over there, and leave my...omurice in peace! thank you!"

if only you could see what kind of face hiragi was making while you massaged him, his eyes fluttered closed while his brows knitted together in a moment of pure bliss, then maybe you would have choked on your omurice too. 

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[pernesophe]

Wind Breaker Boys x Touch Starved Reader

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

Synopsis: How the Wind Breaker boys would handle a touch averse / touch starved S/O.

Characters in this post are:

Enomoto Takeshi (TW: mention of parental death / grief, reader is caretaker of younger sister, comfort, fluff)

Kusumi Yuto (TW: comfort, fluff, suggestive at the end)

Kaji Ren (TW: comfort, fluff)

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post)

Enomoto Takeshi

(~2580 WC)

One year ago now your parents passed away. Leaving you as the guardian and caretaker to your younger sister - who was only 5 at the time. As a young girl and all throughout your childhood you got ample love and affection - all of it - but your sister only has you to provide that to her,. You do your best despite the immense grief you feel, but at times you worry that your sister is getting a subpar experience compared to you. Other than your little sister, you don’t really give or accept physical affection from anyone.

That is until Enomoto Takeshi walks into your life.

It's a sunny day in the Furin neighborhood and your sister is nowhere to be found. Frantically you search high and low around the buildings and down darkened alleys until you turn a corner and walk right into a Furin high schooler with slicked back black hair. Immediately he grabs you by the arms to keep you from falling backwards and you tense under his touch. After righting you he swiftly releases you from his hold and peers down at your panicked expression.

“Hey, my name is Enomoto Takeshi - I go to Furin High. You seem really worried about something - is there anything I can do to help?” Asking in a gentle and concerned tone as his brow creases, but a kind smile pulls at his lips. A small sob escapes your throat as you nod vehemently, and he leans a little closer to hear you.

In one breath you rush to tell him about your sister and that she’s missing. Before you can give her description he asks if you need to let your parents know causing you to take a step back in shock - as if you had been struck.

“I’m sorry - I didn’t mean,” he says gently. Seeing that he touched a nerve, he holds a hand out in front of him as if to convey that he means you no harm.

“No, no - you’re good. They’re just, um… dead.” The word drops from your lips like a stone and plunks into the dirt at your feet. Still, you had no idea how to work that detail into conversation and it was apparent by the shock on Enomoto’s face.

“I’m so sorry-” he starts to apologize profusely, in a genuinely remorseful tone. Shaking your head quickly with a wave of your hand to cut him off.

“It’s okay,” you say quickly with a sad smile. “I’m her guardian. I-I just need to find her, please.” Whispering softly as you look up at him with pleadingly teary eyes. Enomoto nods vigorously and asks for her description - once he has it he sends a few texts and makes a phone call before turning back to you.

“Let’s go,” he says with a nod as he starts to lead you in the direction you were heading. Together the two of you begin searching everywhere, and unbeknownst to you, an entire army was searching through the neighborhood for her as well.

Apparently, Enomoto made one call to Kaji and then sent a text to Sakura and the Jokuku Second Grade Captain who was on patrol today. With that, the entire Jokuku team and the entire first and second grade classes of the Tamon team were out looking for her. As you see more and more guys in uniforms like Enomoto’s - waving at the two of you and calling reassurances that they’ll find your sister - you turn to your companion and genuinely thank him for getting so many people to help. Enomoto bashfully waves off your thanks and says, "It's what we're here for."

As it turns out, your sister got lost and wandered into Shishitoren turf and was spotted being escorted back by Choji and Togame personally. Choji keeps her laughing the whole way back as she holds onto both his and Togame’s pointer fingers. Enomoto stays with you and helps you look until he gets word that she’s safe and where she is, and then escorts you over to Main street to meet up with her.

As she walks up, you’re holding back tears just from seeing her safe and unharmed. Ever since your parents died you’ve been terrified of her getting lost or hurt, so once you can see she’s okay you turn and thank everyone profusely for their help. They all wave you off with wide smiles and tell you to come find Furin or Shishitoren members if you ever need help with anything again.

Enomoto offers to walk both of you home - you agree as you shoot him a grateful smile and take your sister's hand. Immediately she holds a tiny hand up to Enomoto - who pauses for a moment - but before you can tell him he doesn’t have to he reaches down and gently takes her hand in between his fingers and thumb. 

On the way home he makes conversation with your sister and asks her about her likes and dislikes. Absolutely delighted by how he and your sister are interacting, you can’t help the amused smile twisting your lips as Enomoto converses with your sister like an old friend.

Once at the door, you thank him again and bid him goodbye, but before he leaves he offers you his number. A little surprised, but you swiftly accept with a wide grin as you thank him once again for all his help today. After he left your sister makes sure to tell you that she really likes him and hopes the two of you would become friends. Though you don’t voice it to her, a small part of you wanted to be friends with him too.

Luckily, the two of you saw a lot more of each other around Furin after that. Every time you did Enomoto would make conversation with your sister and ask how she’s doing - she thought he was the coolest guy and told him she really likes how he talks. And truthfully, you did too. After talking to him day in and day out - his familiar face, the roll of his R’s, his comforting presence - you found that you really like him too.

Enomoto starts walking with you and your sister outside of his patrol pretty often, and eventually asks if you want to actually plan a hang out. When you tell him that it would be difficult since you watch your sister basically 24/7, he asks if it would be okay if the three of you hung out together. Completely thrown by his offer at first, until you shake off your disbelief and gratefuly agree.

The Hang Out ends up being a trip to the local children's science museum that’s closer to the city. The three of you ride the train together - Enomoto having a full conversation with your sister like normal so you can enjoy the views out the window for a bit.

At the museum, Enomoto shows your sister some of his favorite sections - you adore watching how good he is with her, and he really seemed to enjoy her company too. Then he takes her to the play area and helps her meet some other kids to play with before coming to sit with you on the bench. You thank him for everything he’s done today and tell him that he’s really, really good with kids. He just smiles and tells you that it’s easy since your sister is such a great kid. The two of you talk about a ton of things while your sister plays - Enomoto remaining conscious and helping you watch her as well - and then the conversation turns to your parents, sister and your situation.

You end up telling him everything. Even divulging some of your fears about being responsible for someone else, and how you just really want to give her a fair shot. Enomoto listens intently, and when you’re finished he tells you that he’s incredibly impressed by you. Even going as far to say that you’re approaching the entire situation with a much more level head than most parents he’s met. A little overwhelmed by his kindness as tears prick your eyes, but you let him know that his words mean the world to you.

After a long moment Enomoto pipes up again and says with an earnest expression, “I know I just talked about how well you’rrre doing, but if you everrr need help, someone to lean on, orrr just to talk to - I’m rrright herrre.” 

Again, you’re taken aback, but immensely grateful as you tentatively accept his offer. After that day, you do start to lean on Enomoto for things. Like when you wanted to finally complete a night school program that you’ve been putting off doing to help you find a better job - Enomoto stepped right up and offered to watch your sister during your in person classes (2 days a week).

At first you weren’t sure about it, but he insisted. Between him and the help of several people around Furin - Kaji and Kusumi for one, Hiragi who found out from them who told Umemiya. Who was overjoyed to help, and even asked Tsubaki and Kotoha if they would be willing to pitch in as well - of course they agreed. Nirei heard about it from Kotoha at Pothos one morning, and was quick to offer his help too, which enlisted Suo, Sakura and the rest of Class One…

Long story short - your sister is wealthy in babysitters now.

Frequently, she comes home with stories about all the different people she gets to spend time with and how cool they are. Of course, after you finished your program and got a job in bookkeeping, you made one of your mom's old cookie recipes with your sister's help and gave them out as a thank you.

It wasn’t too long before you and your sister became regular faces to Bofurin - everyone waves and greets you, even the members you don’t know super well - which only makes you feel safer knowing so many eyes are on your sister. After this, Enomoto starts occasionally having dinner with the two of you and over time he gets up the courage to confess his feelings for you. 

At first you were stunned, which made him second guess himself, but you were quick to quell his worry by confessing too. Even though you just told him your feelings, he asks why you seem apprehensive. A little ashamed, you admit that he’s already given you so much and that you feel guilty taking more. A long moment passes and then Enomoto breaks the silence with his earnest voice.

”Take it all.” He says bluntly, which makes you gawk openly at him. “Whateverrr I have - it’s yourrrs, I wanna give you everrrything I’ve got,” he assures you with a firm nod.

Again you’re stunned, but you slowly nod in disbelief and murmur, “O-okay.” 

After that the two of you are official, but Enomoto doesn’t push physical affection with you beyond when he’s holding your sister and hands her over to you. He’s just so grateful that you opened up your heart and home to him, so he didn’t want to jeopardize the place he’s earned in your life.

Eventually, one night - when Tsubaki and Kotoha offered (begged) to watch your sister and give her a “spa” night, to which you gratefully agreed - you finally moved to Enomoto deliberately.

The two of you are sitting on the couch in your living room watching some silly movie - about a foot of space between the two of you. Ever so slowly, you reach out and gently take hold of Enomoto’s hand and he just peers at you curiously out of the corner of his eye. 

Quietly, you explain that you want to touch him, but you’re also afraid. You go out of your way to give that love to your sister because you received it from your parents, but she won’t ever get that chance so you have to make up for it.

But you don’t seek that kind of love, because you already got it - so much of it - from two people who died. Who left you - even if they didn’t want to. It terrifies you to love someone else like that when they could leave you too, or worse die. You’re fearful that you can’t handle missing another person like that again.

Or if your relationship doesn’t work out, your sister might feel abandoned by him and you were honestly barely dealing with your own abandonment issues as is. You just couldn’t shoulder any more.

Once you sadly trail off - gaze focused on the fraying arm of the couch - Enomoto reaches forward and scoops you into his lap, holding you tight against his chest.

“Just because you’re afraid doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve this,” whispering into your hair as he squeezes you tighter to make his point. As the pressure mounts around you, a warbling sob bubbles its way out of your throat. He lets you cry and keeps speaking. “And you know that you need it, because you go out of your way to give it to your sister because you know she needs it. Now, I know I can’t make that fear go away, but I can love you through it if you’ll let me,” he whispers earnestly while pressing a kiss to your tear stained cheek. Then he gently takes your chin in his hand and makes you look at him. “And as far as your sister goes - I love that little girl so much. It won’t matter if we end up breaking up in the future, because she’s my friend now. I never have and I never will abandon my friends.” Speaking firmly as he pins you with a solemn look, and you absolutely crumble sobbing into his chest. Enomoto holds you for the rest of the night, and puts you to bed after you’ve fallen asleep in his arms.

After this, you lean into him so much more. Going out of your way to hold his hand as the two of you stroll through Furin. Hugging him the moment he comes in your home with matching smiles tugging at both of your lips. Kissing him on the cheek before you bid him goodbye - the first time you did this, he turned so red that he was still a light shade of pink when you saw him later that day.

Now Enomoto will go out of his way to touch you too. Eagerly grinning at you whenever you take his hand, and holding yours back tightly. Lovingly tucking your hair behind your ear before kissing you on the cheek or forehead, which always leaves you blushing madly with a bright smile on your face.

The two of you are more prone to PDA as far as the above things go as well as the occasional peck in public. At first you were nervous about it, but the first time your sister saw you kiss Enomoto she released this joyous squeal and clapped excitedly at the display. She absolutely adores Enomoto and the relationship you two have, and that's when you realize your sister seeing you and Enomoto be affectionate to each other is actually really good for her.

In no time the two of you become Furin’s favorite couple. Especially after you and Enomoto were seen holding your sister’s hands while walking down the street. Sometimes swinging her between the two of you as she babbled to you both about starting school and how excited she was.

Now, years after the fact, your favorite thing Enomoto does is when you’re speaking to your children and he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you before pressing a kiss to your cheek. It always makes you and your kids devolve into a fit of giggles as you lean back into his chest. He and your sister are still close - he’s extremely protective of her, especially after she started dating - but now he calls her his sister (in law) as well as his friend.

Often when she comes to visit from university, she’ll give you a big hug before beelining to Enomoto. A lot of her home time is spent telling him about her classes and friends while helping him with her nieces and nephews. She tells you too, but you and your sister text every day so you’re always up to date, and she only gets to really talk to Enomoto when she comes home.

Kusumi Yuto

(~1142 wc)

Kusumi has been your friend since childhood, so he is very aware of your relationship with physical touch or lack thereof. The two of you became romantically involved at the end of middle school. Kusumi had a crush on you for the longest time, and confessed to you on the last day of school.

You were completely thrown, because you’ve been in love with your childhood friend for as long as you could remember - so you confessed immediately after him. Using the opportunity, he asked you to be his girlfriend right there, and you gleefully agreed.

Both of you were overjoyed, but you were terrified that he would try to initiate physical affection after that. But he never did, even now, 2 years into your relationship and he’s never touched you romantically - nor have you touched him.

One day during literature lessons, when you were learning Romeo and Juliet, is how you found out they shared a kiss of death - so young, so sad, and such a short lived tryst. And then it dawned on you that you and Kusumi have never kissed… the two of you haven’t even held hands. The thought plagues your mind for a week and a half, which Kusumi of course noticed but assumed you would tell him in your own time, and on this Friday - sitting on his bedroom floor next to him with your backs resting on the end of his bed - you finally do.

”Hey Kusumi?” Murmuring quietly to your shaggy haired boyfriend, and he hums in response. ”Why haven’t we ever held hands?” Posing the question timidly, and he tilts his head so he can look at you through the part in his hair.

”Because you seem uncomfortable by it,” he responded simply. Bewildered, you furrow your brow, and Kusumi sits up a bit more as he pushes his hair away from his eyes so he can see and talk to you more directly.

”So… you’re just okay with that?” Uttering softly, in disbelief. Guilt and fear douse your nerves as the muscles tense up in all through your body.

”Well, yeah… you’re my girlfriend, and I’ve known you forever, so I know how you feel about physical affection. It would be really shitty if I pressured you into doing anything when I’m fully aware of your discomfort,” he explained calmly. As if this was some math problem he was helping you work out. Releasing a slightly frustrated sigh through your nose - the same one from your childhood days that makes Kusumi’s lips twitch into a smile.

”But… What if I’m never comfortable… Are you okay with that?” Muttering softly, voice steeped with apprehension - terrified that he’ll suddenly abandon you for this indiscretion.

”If that’s how you feel, then yes…” he reassured you with that same simple tone, and you blink at him dubiously as tears start to well up in your eyes.

”I don’t think that’s fair to you though…” warbling out quietly as you curled your fists into the fabric of your shirt. “Why shouldn’t you receive physical affection just because of me?” You asked in a cracked voice, the first tear dripping onto your knee and soaking into your pants.

”But I don’t want to touch anyone else, and if I have to choose between feeling your touch or experiencing you, then I’ll choose you every time. Easy.” He spoke without missing a beat, and you looked up at him as more tears began spilling down your cheeks - an unspoken question in your eyes. “But, if you think that you’re uncomfortable because it’s just not something you’ve had before, then I’ll stay right here until you do feel comfortable.” He assured you gently while answering your question at the same time. With slightly parted lips, you mutely nod at him with rounded eyes like the full moon.

”I-I think it’s the second one,” you whispered gently, ashamed, but he just nods slowly with no judgment in his eyes. 

”Then let me know when you feel ready, and if you need my help figuring out how to become comfortable with it, then I can do that.” He said gently, and it’s like your prayers have been answered - all you ever wanted was someone to show you how.

”Mhm, I want your help Kusumi - I’m ready… please,” pleading softly as you scooted slightly closer to him. Kusumi’s breath hitched in his throat, not expecting you to want his help now, but he doesn’t hesitate to reach forward and pull you into his lap.

Situating you so you’re sitting in between his legs with your back flush to his chest and his arms wrapped lightly around you - his hands holding your hands gently in your lap. Leaning forward, he rested his chin on the top of your head silently. 

”How’s this?” He asked cautiously, and you inhale deeply and then exhale slowly, relaxing more into his arms - the tension slowly seeped out of your muscles.

”Go-good…” breathing out slowly, and Kusumi gently tightened his arms around you. “Mmm, that feels good.” you whispered softly as you leaned back into his chest more and curled your body up into him. Kusumi let out a shaky breath and just relished in being able to hold you for the first time since you two were kids. 

The only other time you’ve willingly sought out the physical comfort of another was when your parents' marriage was spiraling towards divorce and they were fighting all the time. Unable to stand it any longer, you climbed over the fence into Kusumi’s backyard where you hid. When he came outside to water the plants and saw you, he asked if you were okay. Wordlessly, you started bawling and ran straight into his arms. Little Kusumi was stunned - not having the chance to meet you until just then - but still, he hugged you tightly while you sobbed and sniffled into his graphic shark t-shirt. He made it his mission to be your friend after that, and once he officially was - Kusumi stayed faithfully by your side through everything. Years he waited for the day that you felt you could lean on him again. 

The two of you stayed like that on his bedroom floor for hours until you drifted off to sleep. Eventually, he gingerly scooped you up and tucked you into his bed before he laid down next to you over the covers with one arm draped around you in your sleep. You awoke to your face buried in his chest with your arms twined around his torso with his arms wrapped snugly around you.

After this you and Kusumi hold hands all of the time - wherever you go - and sometimes he’ll even kiss your cheek or forehead in public. In private, your time is spent with lengthy cuddle and tender makeout sessions. From outside the relationship, it would be hard to believe that there was a drastic change, but - to Kusumi - the fact that you lean into him without tensing up at all is like night and day.

Kaji Ren

(~2938 wc)

The day you met your snowy haired boyfriend was random and by chance. You were scavenging for your favorite sucker at the one Konbini you’ve been frequenting since moving into town. Finally - at long last - you had found them!

But there was only one bag left, so you rushed to grab it, completely missing the guy reaching for them at the same time. Neither of you saw the other as your fingertips touched over the bag. Immediately, both of you had pulled back and stared at each other in shock. He looked rather upset about you taking the last bag, but didn’t say a word as he turned and walked away - leaving you in the aisle with the bag still on the shelf.

After you recovered from the shock, you grabbed the bag and rushed to the register to pay. Once you handed the money over you didn’t even wait for the change - apologizing profusely - as you sprinted out of the store. Stopping out front, you whipped your head back and forth until you see him - the severe looking teen with his hands shoved in his pockets, headphones on, and shoulders slumped forward as he marched away. 

“Hey, wait up!” Calling to him as you chased after him, but he didn’t turn - like he didn’t hear you at all. But then you fully face palmed yourself as you remembered the headphones on his head. So, you sprinted after him at full speed to close the distance before he rounded a corner, and since he couldn’t hear you - you reached out and grabbed his sleeve. 

Whirling around, body completely tense, he glared down at you like you were a threat, so you flinch and shrink away. For a moment he just stared at you - his glare changing from anger to confusion - until you sheepishly held up the bag of Chupa Chups in front of you. Rocking it back and forth in your hands you nervously swallowed before trying to speak.

“Um, sorry - I took the last bag - do you want to split it?” Mouthing the words to him since your voice completely failed you, but thank God he was used to reading lips. Slowly, with brows still furrowed, he reached up and removed his headphones - eyes darting between the bag and your face.

“You wanna share them with me?” He asked, completely incredulous of the mere notion, but then you nod eagerly at him. Taking a step back he slowly shook his head at you in disbelief. “Why?” This time he asked in an accusing tone.

“U-um, because… These are my favorite and it’s taken me like… two months to find them, so if they’re your favorite too then I know how it feels when they’re out of stock…” explaining quietly as you slowly started to open the bag. He just gawked at you in absolute bewilderment as you take out about half a bag’s worth of suckers and thrust them into his hands. 

“Thank you - for letting me take the last bag by the way,” thanking him genuinely as you tossed him a small, grateful smile. “I just moved here, and it’s been really stressful - it’s probably not good for me, but they’ve been a nice stress reliever.” You added, and finally the guy’s severe expression smoothed out to one of understanding.

“No problem…” he spoke quietly, “they are for me too,” he added with a grateful nod towards the suckers piled in his hands. “I’m Ren Kaji. What’s your name?” He asked - genuinely curious.

“Y/N L/N! It’s nice to meet you,” chirping as you beamed up at him. Kaji basically had to squint away from your bright eyes and smile, but he enjoyed it all the same. After that, the two of you would often run into each other at the Konbini, and whenever they were down to their last bag of Chupa Chups the two of you would split the bag.

The budding friendship continued like this for months, until one day the Konbini was out of the Chupa Chups for 4 weeks due to shipping issues. Kaji was noticeably more on edge than usual because of it. Your theory was only supported more when you started seeing other Furin members in the Konbini asking about the suckers too. Finally after 4 weeks, much of your customer loyalty had waned, so you ventured out to other areas around the city until you struck the motherload! 

A small, run down Konbini stood at the edge of the Red Light District, and in the back of the store were boxes and boxes filled to the brim with bags of your favorite Chupa Chups. Even better - everything was still in date!

Apparently, this is where the shipping issue had happened, but the shipper just charged this Konbini for them and sent another shipment to your regular Konbini - so everything here was extremely discounted.Maybe you went a little overboard, but you bought three boxes worth. It made sense to you - one box for you, one box for Kaji and one box to act as a ‘rainy day fund’ for the both of you.

The next day, you ventured into the Furin neighborhood for the first time with Kaji’s designated box of suckers in tow. The looks you received as some of the older shopkeepers shot you knowing glances before smiling and waving at you, to which you just smiled back and nodded at them. Completely oblivious to their knowing smirks and whispers about a certain white haired Furin member.

It didn’t take you long to find Kaji, especially since he was screaming at some thug at the top of his lungs while some guy with a shaggy bowl cut stood close by clutching his headphones. You approached as Kaji got to the end of his rant, dropping the man who crawled into a sprint, before he whirled around to find you standing right behind him.

The expression on your face was bright as ever and completely unbothered by the display you just saw. The shaggy haired guy as well as a few others in the same uniform stared at you as if you were insane - one with slicked back hair stepped forward to intervene before Kaji blew up on you. Especially since their Captain was staring at you with wide eyes and a deep furrow in his brow, but then you spoke.

“Shipping problem, but I fixed it,” speaking in a sing-songy voice with a bright grin as you held the box up to Kaji. Who finally tore his gaze away from your face to see a box overflowing with bags of his favorite suckers.

He just stood there frozen as he looked back at your face - expression unchanging. Tilting your head slightly, a small notch forms in your brow as you look down at the suckers and then back up to his face. “These are still your favorite, right?” You inquired, innocently unaware of the range of emotions Kaji was going through.

“Ye-yes,” he murmured quietly. “Why?” He demanded in an accusing tone immediately after, but you just giggled at his confusion.

“Because the Konbini has been out of them for four weeks, and I’ve been spending all of my free time searching for them because I’ve been going kind of crazy,” you laughed out sheepishly. “So, when I found a huge stock - super discounted by the way - I thought I’d grab some extra because you may not be having a great time either,” making a cautious guess as you held the box out for Kaji again. He blinked rapidly at you, but finally accepted the box and easily held it under one arm before he turned back to look at you with a perplexed expression. After a moment of silence you smiled awkwardly and clapped your hands together - breaking him from his stupor.

“Well, that’s all I really came here to do…” murmuring awkwardly as you turned to leave, but then you remembered the extra box.

“Oh, by the way,” pulling out your phone and swiped to your photos before showing him one of the three boxes - one labeled ‘rainy day fund’.

“I have an extra box in case we run out!” Trilling as you presented the treasure proudly, which only made Kaji sputter a little bit as an entire zoo stampede in his stomach. As you turned to leave, he quickly spoke, making you stop.

“Can I have your number?” Kaji asked urgently, and then his entire face flushed red - his companions’ eyes went wide as they exchanged worried glances. You stared at Kaji curiously for a moment before your face lit up. 

“Oh, duh, of course - for the ‘rainy day fund’!” You said cluelessly as you swiped over to “New Contact” and handed him your phone with a bright smile. Kaji gulped and then nodded before entering his information. Truthfully, you hoped he wanted more than just suckers from you, but you really didn’t expect him to like you like that, so this was good enough.

The friendship progressed like that, every so often meeting up to exchange a stock of suckers between each other (usually you to him since he goes through them so quickly). The whole time you were clueless to Kaji’s signals actually being signals: the shared playlists, him eventually walking you to school every day, to him asking you to hang out with him on the weekends.

Finally, when he asked you out on a date (without actually using that term) - surprised you with flowers, and took you to dinner before going on a romantic walk along the canal - and you still hadn’t picked up that he liked you, Kaji was beyond frustrated. When you said he was the sweetest friend you’ve ever had, he finally lost it.

“Y/N. Do you think I do this for my friends?” He asked incredulously as the two of you stopped on a bridge to look over the water, annoyance seeping into his tone. Turning to him in shock, you were surprised to see a vulnerable look in his eyes behind his angry expression.

“I’m not sure… I don’t see you hang out with a lot of girls,” you admitted softly. You’ve never dated anyone before, and you never had any ‘guy friends’ so, honestly, you had no idea if Kaji was just being nice this whole time. The second year grade captain sighed heavily at your response as his head dropped into his hands, his elbows resting on the railing.

“Exactly, Y/N.” He finally spoke after raising his face from his hands and giving you a tired look. “It’s not that I’m against being friends with a girl, but I’ve been trying to show you for months that I want to be more with you.” He confessed desperately, hoping and praying that you finally got it. But, you just stared at him in silence for an incredibly long time, until understanding dawned over your features like a slow sunrise.

“Ohhhh…” you whispered out so quietly. All Kaji’s tension and frustration dissipated into laughter in that moment as he watched you completely flounder as everything he’s done in the past few months and every time you were just clueless ran through your mind. Slowly, he nods as a blush creeps over your cheeks to the tips of your ears and you clap a hand over your mouth. “I didn’t know… I’m so sorry Kaji!” You gasped out from behind your hand.

“I realize that now,” he said simply with the most amused expression on his face. Still, you can’t recover from the embarrassment as you just shake your head and blush deeper under his gaze.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He blurted out, shocking you out of your embarrassment, as he stared down at you intensely. You blinked up at him in surprise before nodding vehemently - your bright smile returning to your lips. After that the two of you were official, though for the most part your relationship didn’t change much from when you were just ‘friends’, especially when neither of you initiated physical contact with each other.

Now, almost a year into the relationship, the two of you are sitting on a bench at the park - it’s midday on a Saturday with a spring breeze fluttering past. He’s listening to music and you’re reading one of your books. For the past hour, you’ve been sneaking peeks at your boyfriend, which he has been kind enough not to mention.

Suddenly you feel confidence well in your chest as you reach out and gently take his free hand in yours. Immediately Kaji gives you a confused look, which you interpret as anger and drop his hand before pulling back and looking back down at your book without reading.

”Um, sorry! I didn’t mean to…” you say softly as your cheeks burn. Refusing to lift your gaze, you begin smoothing out the folded corner of your page - most of your books had them from being thrifted.

”You didn’t mean to… hold my hand?” Inquiring suspiciously as his eyebrows furrow at you. Looking at your boyfriend only makes you more nervous as anxiety convinces you that you crossed a line.

”Um, no… Well, yes. I did mean to, but I’m sorry if that wasn’t okay to do,” whispering softly, and averting your gaze to anywhere but him. A bluebird catches your eye so you focus up on that. Kaji just stares at you bewildered - he knew you were an anxious person, but sometimes when you apologized for things you didn’t need to he just felt guilty, like he did something wrong.

Suddenly, he pulls out two Chupa Chups and hands one to you, which you gingerly take. Unwrapping the sucker in unison, you both stick them in your mouths at the same time which makes you giggle as some of the tension dissipates. Kaji will never tell you - and you never pay enough attention to figure it out - but he always times it when he gives you a sucker so it’ll go exactly like this because you giggle every time and he loves the sound. After a long moment, you begin speaking again - just like he knew you would.

”I want to touch you Kaji,” you say bluntly which makes him jump and choke on his sucker as he shoots you a desperate look of ‘mercy please, Y/N’

“No, not like that… Well yes, maybe like that eventually?” Speaking slowly as to not risk Kaji going into cardiac arrest. “For right now, I just wanna be able to hold your hand sometimes… Maybe feel confident enough to kiss you one day?” Musing softly as your gaze returns to the bluebird. Kaji blinks slowly at you. Feel confident enough? What?

”What do you mean? You’re way more confident than I am with this stuff…” He says quietly, leaning closer to you subconciously to study the expression of your side profile.

”Well, yeah, but… I mean,” sighing softly before meeting his concerned cerulean eyes again. “It’s not like I got a ton of physical affection growing up, so it’s still really hard for me…” explaining slowly - deliberately - as you splay your fingers out in your lap to calm your nerves a bit. “I have to force myself through the discomfort of it, because it’s not natural to me… But I want to be physically affectionate with you, so I want to work on it for me and you…” trailing off quietly, suddenly self conscious that you aren’t making any sense.

Kaji blinks rapidly, stunned. Never did he consider his bubbly girlfriend who is always bouncing at his side and brightening his day had been pushing herself through something that he always thought was easy for her. Slowly, Kaji reaches out and awkwardly takes your hand in his, and just like him you jump and choke on your sucker a bit. Leaning back into the bench, Kaji turns his gaze forward before he speaks.

”I’m sorry…” he whispers out, and you don’t even know what to say, you're so stunned. “I never knew - I just thought it was natural for you. I didn’t really consider that you’ve been fighting through this the whole time, alone.” He murmurs softly, in a genuinely apologetic tone.

”It’s not like that…” Protesting quietly, but he just shakes his head as he looks at you with guilt ridden eyes causing you to pause and wait for him to speak again.

”It kind of is though…” he says gently and before you can protest further, he’s squeezing your hand to keep your attention.

“I’ll do better,” he promises genuinely. Slowly, you nod, because his expression is leaving no room for argument. The rest of the hangout is spent in silence, doing your separate activities, but still holding hands - albeit awkwardly, but sweetly too.

Kaji keeps a firm hold on your hand the whole way back to your house as well. The change in your relationship isn’t night and day, but there are some things that anyone who knows you or Kaji would notice. After that day, Kaji starts initiating more physical contact with you: he goes out of his way to hold your hand, and when you seem a little down or stressed he would give you a sucker (like normal) but now he pats your head afterwards. It's a little awkward at first, but you still blush and throw him a bashful smile every time. 

The biggest surprise to everyone, including you, are the forehead kisses. Kaji was awkward the first time he did it but he never let the awkwardness stop him - because, well, you never did. Now, he greets and bids you goodbye - anytime, anywhere - by pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead and smiling serenely at you afterwards. You're reduced to a blushing, stuttering mess every single time.

[perkypeony]

𝔹𝕌𝕊𝕋𝔼𝔻!

Umemiya Hajime x girlfriend reader ft. Sakura Haruka

“Y/N, a first-year needs some patching up. I told them we’d go to their class since we were about to head down anyway,” your boyfriend said after reading the message on his phone.

The first-years from the Tamon team were on patrol duty today, which probably meant they ran into trouble with some bad guys and got injured in the process.

“Alright, let me grab the first aid kit,” you replied.

The two of you left the rooftop and made your way to the first-year classroom. After knocking, you entered and were greeted by Sakura and his injured classmate.

You pulled up an empty chair, sitting in front of the boy to assess the scrapes on his elbow and face. With careful hands, you began tending to his injuries.

Breaking the silence, Umemiya asked, “Sakura, how was today’s patrol?”

“There was a group of guys causing trouble in front of the bakery, but we handled it,” Sakura replied, his voice casual.

Umemiya smiled. “You and your team did a great job.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Sakura said with a slight shrug, earning a quiet chuckle from you.

You finished wrapping up the boy’s injuries and packed the first aid kit. “There you go. Be more careful next time, alright?” you said with a kind smile.

The first-years nodded, murmured their thanks, and quickly left the classroom.

“Let’s go get dinner,” you began, turning toward Umemiya—only to find him watching you with an expression so soft that it made your heart skip a beat.

“What?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion.

“Nothing,” he replied, though the smirk playing on his lips betrayed him. Leaning against a desk with his arms crossed, he kept his gaze fixed on you. “I was just thinking about how cute you look in nurse mode.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “Stop it, Hajime.”

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he stepped closer, his smirk softening into something more affectionate. “Seriously, though. Watching you take care of our junior…makes me think you’d make an amazing mom someday.”

Your face grew impossibly warmer. “W-What kind of thought is that? Who even thinks like that?”

“Me, apparently,” he said with a casual shrug, now standing just inches away.

Before you could come up with a response, his hands gently cupped your face, and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was sudden yet tender.

Your breath hitched, but the warmth of his kiss made your heart flutter.

“Hajime…” you murmured against his lips, melting into his hold.

One kiss turned into two, and then three. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer as your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

For a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear—until the sound of a loud gasp shattered the moment.

You broke apart instantly, turning to see Sakura standing in the doorway. His wide eyes and beet-red face told you he’d seen everything.

“W-What are you—why are you—” He pointed at both of you, his voice rising. “Here?! Doing that!?”

Umemiya sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Sakura, did you forget something?”

“I—THIS IS A CLASSROOM, NOT A MAKE-OUT SPOT!” Sakura stammered, his voice cracking as he avoided looking directly at you two.

Your face burned as you hid it in Umemiya’s chest, leaving him to handle the situation.

“Relax, Sakura. We’re leaving. You can have your precious classroom back,” Umemiya said, trying to stifle his laughter.

���D-Don’t bother! I’m traumatized now!” Sakura shouted, flailing his arms as the two of you walked out.

“Sorry about that,” Umemiya said casually, pulling you along with him.

Once you were out of the classroom, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst into laughter. Umemiya joined in, his deep chuckles echoing through the empty corridor.

“Did you see his face?” you managed between giggles. “I thought he was going to pass out! Poor Sakura.”

“Eh, he’ll live,” Umemiya replied with a grin. “But I’m pretty sure he’ll never look at us the same again.”

“Well, it's his fault for barging in,” you teased, still smiling as your cheeks finally cooled down.

Umemiya wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as you walked. “True, but I’ll admit—it was kind of funny. Totally worth it.”

Shaking your head with a fond smile, you couldn’t help but think that, despite the embarrassment, moments like this were what made being with him so special.

[lilyofthevalleyys]

just wanna say i have wind breaker brain rot right now (the manga)

10/10!! highly recommend reading/watching it!

i’m hoping that i can find the manga but i dont have high hopes. some merch maybe? the chance is probably really low too though :/

more photos under the cut! + me talking about them

also i really want suo’s earrings but they’re impractical so i probably can’t get them 😭 maybe next time 😔

also please tap on the photo for higher quality!

also x2, there blood in the second photo, not a lot but just a warning!

LOOK AT THEM

i haven’t watched the anime on my phone to screenshot yet so i don’t have any good pics but KIRYUU <33 he’s the longish haired person. can you tell he’s my favourite. and Nirei being best supporting character <33

i had mixed feelings about kiryuu at first cuz i was uncertain about his vibe BUT HES AMAZING

kaji is a favourite too!!! his headphones, lollipop and hoodie is so iconic. i also love his parallel to sakura! sakura has someone to ask advice for who’s similar to him :))

introducing the four kings of furin/bofurin!

MOMOSE, the zojo king (the guy with a hood and sweater paws) we don’t know much about him yet (i hope we get more) but i just like him so he’s a favourite! so my top three are kiryuu, kaji and momose, in no particular order

tsubakino, the jikoku king (the one in the second frame)! the way the whole town just accepts them!! and their crush is treated like any other normal crush! they’re so older sibling vibe i love them so much

hiragi, the tamon king (the one in the third frame)! the dad of the group and the one who pops those stomachache pills/tablets like it’s nothing. tbf having to deal with the leader of furin, who legit yells into the broadcast mic thing, isn’t easy 😭

mizuki, the komoku king (the guy in the first frame)! nothing much is known about him either but he’s seems serious and is the strategy person of furin. also he takes off his glasses when he fights which is just really cool

also i realise i haven’t said this but the one with dual colored hair (kinda like todoroki shouto) is the main character of the manga, sakura, who’s goal is to be at the top of furin! he’s got ✨ trauma ✨ but he’s slowly learning to accept and rely on people :)) he also blushes at any kind of romance (and also when he’s shy or embarrassed), even hand holding. i don’t know how he’s gonna date people honestly

and of course, the leader/representative of furin, hajime umemiya! he’s really just like an elementary school kid, as Suo says. hes the sunshine character who you wouldn’t wanna piss off. he’s also the one who united furin with the four kings when they used to be a dog-eat-dog kind of school, so major respect to him!

(the next one contains a bit of spoiler on suo?? idk but just a warning. it’s more of a mini analysis)

a more formal introduction of suo and nirei, sakura’s vice captains and the supporting characters! nirei is good with people and collects information on people in his notebook. he’s the sunshine in the trio, and the other two are the sunshine protectors! suo is a joker, but don’t let that kind face get to you. he’s like the main instigator of most of the (harmless) shit that goes down in 1-1. he’s also mysterious with little information about him. oh and he doesn’t eat?? not in front of other people at least. i really wanna know his backstory tbh

but also:

suo. hes mostly easygoing with a smile on his face all the time. but also freaking scary when pissed off like if someone was looking at me like that i’d run and never look back. yes sakura is right, that’s not the face of someone who’s kind, not in this case. i’ll make a post psycho analysing him later

but he takes fourth on my favourite character list! then tsubakino, umemiya, nirei, hiragi, tsugeura, kusumi, suzuri, choji, togame, the twins etc. the list goes on.

point is: wind breaker is great and i highly recommend reading/watching it.

thats all! imma go make a post analysing suo later, because seriously he’s so mysterious. thanks for reading!

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

BR/AVE

{ "Don't dedcate to anyone elss but me." / "I'll give it my all!" }

Blinking at the male, you hold out the package in your hand. Uniform covered by your coat as you gaze at his pitiful appearance. The cold, tired stare, a dark hoodie, body slightly hunched over. He seemed meek, even skittish to a degree. 

Tamon Fukuhara.

You raised a brow in familiarity, you knew him.

…In a sense.

Sighing through your nostrils, you offer a smile.

“Package for… You?.” You say gently, treating him as if a wild animal that might be spooked.

“Ah… T-Thank you.”

He… Closes the door further, sweating bullets as he gazes at the small item in your hand. Taking a more daring approach, you step closer. “E-EEEK- !” He hides his scream with a cough, cowering even further.

“...”

The two of you stare at each other as you feel your lips wobble.

You laugh.

“HAHA-  Oh, god-! I-I’m so sorry… It’s just… You seem pretty brave!”

You reply proudly, making sure you’re eyes met his after the giggle fit. “I-I.. I…” He tries to spit out any words, mumbles of worries and jumbled sentences leave him. 

“Oh god- you probably think I’m weird-! Or some incompetent dumbass that can’t talk for shit-!” He collapses on his knees, head banging on the door as he wails. “ BRAVE?! I’m the least of that-!”

“..Okay.’’

“You had EVERY right to laugh-!”

You cut him off, choosing to kneel down to where he sat. “No, no I didn’t trust me. If someone saw that, they’d think I'm a jerk.” You recall a certain fan who'd probably bite your head off at such a action.

You offer out the package once more, “So… You gonna’ take it?”

“...Yes…” He nodded, slowly reaching out to the box. Losing your grip on it, he takes it fully. Glancing at the item.

“Uh..Um..”

You stand up, watching him fiddle with it, confused.

“T-This is.. The wrong address.”

You laugh again, this time at yourself.

-

After apologizing for the whole mix-up, he too started bowing his head. Even if he had no need too.

Soon, you kept seeing his strange presence pop into your life, (since he wore a paper bag on his head, you could easily spot him in the crowds).

A strange acquaintance-ship bloomed into your life. While, you were cautious enough to not go deeper into this situation-ship with him.  You didn't mind pulling him along on your daily outings.

“Y-you.. Always laugh at everything..”

He mumbles to you one day while you dragged him to get some new tableware.

Mulling over what cups you wanted, you turn your attention to him. “Yeah… Is that bad?” You tease him a bit.

“NO! Of course not…” His voice falters a little, clawing at his hoodie strings nervously.

“I.. I really like it, your laugh.” 

Pulling your lips together, you hold in your grimace, choosing to nod. Knowing the words on your tongue weren’t needed.

Turning away from him, you gaze at the two pink tinted glasses. Picking them up, you huff at the bargain. “Ha.. I think I’ll buy a couple of these.”

“Those?” The paper bag tilts slightly.

“Yeah, reminds me of your hair.” You reply, keeping your eyes trained on the glasses as you place them within your basket. Walking to the next aisle, you pause.

“...Fukuhara?”

Said male, held his paper-bagged covered face. Jittering and shaking as you hear his gloomy words ring out.

“Reminds them of me… I’m not worthy as their friend…”

Face scrunching up, you hold in your mirth as you walk back to his side.

-

Kinoshita Utage was one your favorite MC's as of late. With an optimistic smile, the passion the fan held for F/ACE or specifically. Tamon, the supposed, wild and sexy idol of F/ACE.

You loved seeing their growth with one another. It was sweet, uplifting! 

You recall grinning in amusement at their antics on the page. Looking forward to each installment with baited-breath!

So, when seeing Kinoshita, you absolutely wanted to bare-witness the events live! Knowing that the plot will start soon.

…But you’d have to get used to seeing Tamon’s face plastered in their room.

“You still haven’t told me your bias yet!” They squealed, cradling her Tamon hand fan. 

You shrug, “Does, all them, count?” You play dumb. 

“Yes- but-!”

“Then all!” You make a show of it, getting up as you spread out your hands with a small twirl. “The entire group!” You state as a fact.

Utaga laughs at your antics, tone becoming serious. “IF you had to choose ONE member though?” 

“Tamon.” You blurt out easily.

Utaga excitedly gets up, grabbing your hands. Eyes shinning with utter joy at the words, “I know right! He’s amazing!”

“...The best.” You give back a reassuring squeeze.

-

“(Y/N)...!” Utaga sobs out, starry-eyed.

“This is… Beautiful!” Holding up the shirt high, she gazes at the details of Tamon’s face. Tracing the fabric in awe as you lean back. “Well, I thought a Tamon themed goodie bag might’ve lifted your spirits after exams.”

“It DOES- Awah! You’re too good to me! You’re amazing!” Placing the shirt (carefully) to the side, next to the Tamon plushie. Grabbing you, hugging you close, grip firm. Tearful praises singing out as you to grin like a fool.

“You’re welcome!” 

-

“You know THEM!”  The two teens point at one another.

“Of.. Of course (Y/N) has friends outside of me… I’m a terrible friend…” The pink haired idol bemoans as the brunette tries to cheer him up.

“Now hold on-! You’re not! What would (Y/N) say if they heard you say that!” 

“Y… You're right…” He crumples into himself on the couch. Noticing (Y/N)’s contact picture on Utaga ‘s cell. A affectionate smile worms its way onto his lips. “That’s… A really good photo of them.”

The fan (internally) explodes from the gaze their oshi produced. Immediately offering up more photos that were on the phone of you. The two gush over each new difference in each photo.

"Ah! They lent me that jacket..!"

"Lucky! I was wondering why they weren't wearing it the other day."

-

[Some silly, indulgent fic for me and fans of Tamon B-Side! I hope when the anime comes out, the series will get more love! I really want some merch of it! If anyone wants a mini/series of this. Please let me hear your thoughts! Comments appericated and reblogs! Thanks!]

[girlactionfigure]

⚫WARNINGS, AID TERROR, DEAL BLOCKERS SPOKEN OUT LOUD - Real time from Israel  

⚠️(Arab Desk) We have officially entered a dramatic 24 hours in which there are presidential elections in the US, an Iranian attack threatened and equipment on the move, major American military deployment in the Middle East, and Israeli military preparations in the areas to thwart any incident that would come from the east.

⚠️Official Iranian X account:  “Day of Revenge” (posted last night)

⚠️EMERGENCY PREPARATION IN ISRAEL..  (Links work IN Israel only.)

.. Supplies and Equipment for Emergencies.  https://www.oref.org.il/12490-15903-en/pakar.aspx

.. Preparing your home for an emergency.  https://www.oref.org.il/12490-15902-en/Pakar.aspx

.. Help Prep your Neighborhood and Elderly.  https://www.oref.org.il/12550-20999-en/pakar.aspx

▪️SOCIETY & WAR.. Defense Minister Galant approved the issuance of 7,000 additional draft notices to members of the ultra-orthodox sector starting next week.  Deputy Minister Avi Maoz: "immoral - functioning as an opposition".

▪️ECONOMY.. about 100 airport workers have received a summons to a job hearing - preliminary to being laid off.

▪️PROTEST - AYALON SOUTH.. hostage families block the road SOUTH, demanding DEAL NOW (see the Deal News section at the bottom).

▪️FOOD - Min. Of Agriculture brings a strategic food plan to increase local food production by 35% over the next 10 years.

▪️MORE GAZA AID ORGANIZATION TERROR.. French investigation: members of the organization "Doctors Without Borders" actively participated in terrorist acts against Israel. (Le Journal du Dimanche)

⭕Alarms sounded in Masada, for the first time since the revolt against the Romans - due to incoming SUICIDE DRONES from IRAQI SHIA MILITIAS. Intercepted.

♦️SAMARIA - JENIN.. Reports of 2 terrorists killed by airstrike (or drone strike) in the south of the city.

♦️SAMARIA - KABATIA.. IDF: an aircraft attacked a squad of armed terrorists in the area of ​​Kabatia.

♦️SAMARIA - TAMON..  terrorist in the town of Tamon was killed after he barricaded himself inside a house which the forces surrounded.

♦️JUDEA - ETZION CHECKPOINT.. arrested a suspect from Hebron who came with his vehicle to the checkpoint for inspection, suspect is wanted for arrest dealing with terrorist funds. During the search of his car, security seized NIS 1,100,000 in cash in one hundred and two hundred bills.

♦️IDF SUMMARY - Lebanon & Gaza - 100 targets attacked, capture of hundreds of rocket launches, RPG rockets, explosives, rifles, and more. Dozens of terrorists eliminated in face to face battles.  Anti-tank fire positions eliminated.  Airstrikes on weapons warehouses, launch positions, military buildings.

♦️LEBANON - Battle for Bint Jbeil - (enemy reports only) yesterday around 16:00 IDF maneuvering forces arrived in the south of Bint Jbeil, these forces arrived through Ramish and Ein Abel and also through Yaron - they clashed for several hours with Hezbollah operatives.

🔹A Syrian source reveals: Iran has large weapons warehouses located along several beaches in Syria, including Ladakhia, from there, using fishing boats, Hezbollah transfers the weapons to Lebanon.

🔸DEAL NEWS.. US Sec State Blinken to his Egyptian counterpart: "Hamas once again refused to release even a small number of hostages, in order to guarantee a ceasefire and relief for the residents of the Gaza Strip."

.. Prime Minister Netanyahu instructed to promote a new proposal, in which Israel would offer (large sums of) money and safe passage (out of Gaza) to those who hold (and return alive) Israeli hostages in Gaza.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

local man has feelings

A memorial garden (or as much of one that could be maintained given the current climate) had been created within the city walls to honor the dead of the Eastern Highlands and Lowlands. If one could provide enough funds, a small space could be squeezed out for a more private place to honor loved ones lost.

It was in one such alcove that Augustine found Mathye. Two small headstones poked up from a patch of grass. One was plain, marked 'Anton Bishop'. The other had a carving of a flower, and was marked 'Marie Bishop'. The paladin watched as his older brother carefully wiped snow from the gravestones with a gloved hand, and then ventured forward.

"...They probably appreciate you stopping by." He offered. Mathye didn't respond, and Augustine exhaled. Moving forward, he knelt next to Mathye. His mismatched gaze went to Anton's tombstone.

"...Think there's another one of us running around in the city someplace?" Mathye uttered a laugh at that, a bitter sound.

"Do you know, probably?" He replied. Silence descended again, and Augustine exhaled.

"...Mat, what's bothering you? Is it still Zoissette?" He asked. Mathye was silent for several moments, looking at the graves.

"...Riven and Estinien."

"Huh?"

"Riven and Estinien. You look at them...and...they seem so...solid. So sure." Mathye let his gaze drop to the wildflowers he'd put before Marie's tombstone.

"I...had the thought that...I wanted to see what it was like. To try it."

"...You are aware that Riven and Estinien were not like how they are now, correct?" Augustine asked, incredulity on his face. "They had to work to get to that point!"

"I know that!" Mathye snapped. Then he stopped, inhaling and exhaling. "I...know that. I know they had to work. But I wondered...what would it be like to have a partner that...understood. This." He gestured. "Us. What we do."

"Doesn't mean it still can't happen." Augustine said. Mathye continued looking at the flowers.

"I can't even be angry at Zoissette. It's not fair to her." On his side, Augustine deadpanned.

"So who are you going to be angry at? Yourself? Please stop being noble, it doesn't fit you very well." The paladin didn't flinch as a pair of violet eyes locked onto him, narrowing. Then Mathye sighed, looking away.

"...There's someone in Sharlayan who I...briefly thought was...attractive." He admitted. Augustine blinked, tilting his head.

"...Before or after..."

"Recently."

"Aah." That probably might explain things, Augustine thought. His dumbheaded big brother. Mathye could feel so much, yet be such an ass even about himself. With a sigh, he rested an arm on Mathye's shoulders.

"You are allowed to find other people pleasing, you know. Even after you've broken up with someone. You're not engaging in a relationship, you just find them easy on the eyes." Honestly now that he was thinking about it, maybe a rebound might be just might be what the doctor ordered for Mathye. Not a relationship however, maybe a few nights of sex. Augustine frowned, thinking.

"Although there's nothing wrong with perhaps engaging with a welcoming party and working out some stress." His brother had all but become a monk. A far cry from the stories he'd heard about Mathye when he was a dragoon. The more Augustine thought about it, the more promise it held.

Dame Tamone might be willing to help if I asked--or rather paid her enough. Beside him, Mathye sighed. He could feel the ghost-nibbles of Hrist on one of his ears--a habit of hers when she was mirroring his upset. He needed to get a grip, he really did.

<I'm fine.>

"I didn't want to feel anything for this person." Mathye suddenly blurted out. Augustine started in surprise, looking at his brother. "I don't want to feel anything for them at all. Or anyone who isn't you, or the others--at least right now." His heart was at least safe with his sworn-siblings and half-brother.

"You're not built to be heartless, Mathye." Augustine said quietly, but he could understand. But like hell was he going to let Mathye stonewall. Letting him work and hide was only making things fester. Zoissette had at least given his brother a clean wound, it just needed to heal properly. And if that healing was sexual, well--maybe it'd finally get the tree that seemed to be firmly planted up his brother's ass removed.

Surely there has to be a courtesan or two who don't mind prosthetics. Preferably without paying them not to care. Augustine affectionatly laid his head against Mathye's own.

"Come on." He said. "Let's get you some hot chocolate, and a night of you not working. Riven got the latest novel of that demon-hunter series for Estinien. We'll snatch it, stretch out in the living room and read it."

"I have--" Mathye began.

"No working." Augustine's voice was hoarfrost, and Mathye blinked at him. "You're taking the night off!"

"Alright, alright..." Gods, Augustine looked legitimately terrifying when he had that tone of voice, Mathye mused. His brother smiled.

"Good."

----

(Dame Tamone belongs to @chysgoda !)

[kaq3yma]

𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 [sakura haruka]

It makes everyone absolutely wonder how an aloof person such as Haruka could pull off someone like you. No, it's not the terms of 'he doesn't suit you' or that kind of things but rather with his personality and your personality that draws people in, they didn't see how you both manage to stick alongside each other so well and prominent. It's like mixing water with oil kind of situation.

Most people would call you crazy for dating him. They think you could've done much better than what you started with but everytime the topic is bring up, argument rises in the air emitting threatening aura around you. They wouldn't understand even if you told them a thousand times Haruka is incomparable to anyone else. They wouldn't understand the kind of longing you have for him.

Of course there's time where, even Haruka think you could've done better than him but your answer remain as repetitive as it can get "I only love you, Haru." Obviously, he couldn't argue with that. Haruka can be sensitive to your affection, sometimes he can get uncomfortable with you when you get too close. It's not like you could blame him, he's adapting to change and that's more than enough. Having Haruka around in enough.

Haruka's patrolling session with his Suo and Nirei ceased to a smooth end. Today's rather a quiet day, no chaos embark outskirts of town they're in and before long, they are on their way home. The grade-captain walk ahead of the two, hands tuck inside his empty pockets. They pass by the middle of the town on their way back to school, and every sellers starts to swarm them with food and goodies "Have this freshly baked buns, young men!" "Ooh, try my taiyaki!" "Here, some dango for you!" It's overwhelming to say the least but one older woman offer them gently with a bag of her signature dish and it immediately reminds him of you. You love this thing.

He grab the food from the lady and walk away, eyes inside the bag to see the freshly made food, steams oozing from inside and the smell elicit through the cool, windy air. They trudged up to the gate and only then, Haruka notices you waiting by for him "Haru!" You wave at him, Nirei and Suo visibly brighten up at the sight of you. Haruka was the first to walk up to you making you smile "Good work today," He grunted, not saying anything as he hand you the bag of food "For you'" He said in a gruff tone.

The duo behinds him grin, satisfied to see Haruka showering you with a teeny bit of affection "Thanks, Haru." He look away, face burn in embarrassment. Million shades of red hues across his cheek when you thanked him with your usual honey-like voice.

"Whatever..."

After school ended, the Tamon first-year finally in sight. There's Haruka amongst the crowd, beside him is Nirei and Suo with the other duo, Kiryu and Tsuge tailing close behind "Haru!" He didn't expect you to be waiting for his school session to the end but here you are, by the gate, waiting for him with that same smile on your face "What're you doing here, idiot?" His face blossom into million shades of red once again. You take his hand, dragging him after bidding good bye to the group "Waiting for you, 'course. Come on, my mom said she'll make us omelette rice today!"

Like that'll subside the already, flustered-Haruka. In the past, he wouldn't know what to do at this situation. His past self would freak out and as Suo likes the call it, his romantic sensor would bleep out but right now, after being with you for so long, after getting to know you better than anyone else, he learnt a thing or two. That is to return your hold. He gotta tighten your hold around his hand, hoping you won't slip.

The dinner at your mom's restaurant went well because your mom know not to peer into his business so suddenly. She's an understanding person, after all. She made him an omurice, and tend him a drink of her special fruit boost. You needn't to ask him how it taste, you could've just judge from his eyes, and the way it widen and sparkles once he munch on her food "Ooh, eat a lot. I can make another for you if you want..." Haruka being Haruka, blushes once more but look away, hiding the vulnerability of his expression though you find it nothing other than cute.

"I told you this before but you're cute, Haru." He almost spit every nutrients he digested a moment ago when you said that. His eyes fury red in both embarrassment and surprised "What de hell is that supposed to mean?!" You laugh, handing him a fold of tissue while you're at it "What? It's the truth..." He look away, pouting in embarrassment "Wha-whatever..."

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open. all rights reserved goes to @kaq3yma on tumblr.

[falseandrealultravival]

DO NOTHING:The core of urban engineering (3:3/3 Essay) last

My manga drawn at the beginning of graduation thesis　（my Guernica）

Lifeboat by Associate Professor Morimura

Two years later, Associate Professor Morimura was very helpful to me during my thesis examination. After my voluntary exercise, I repeated a grade (second time) and worked on my thesis in a situation where he had to graduate properly this time. On the day of the examination, when it was my turn to announce, Associate Professor H was biting. I was wearing very rough clothes and had a muffler around my neck. He said: "Morishita, I'll never graduate you,if you don't take the muffler and announce it!" In response to that, I: "I understand, should I take it? I did.

I had a close relationship with Associate Professor H. I once had a busy part-time job and told Associate Professor H that I didn't have time to attend exercises (required). This imitated the critic Hideo Kobayashi once told Professor Yutaka Tatsuno of the French Literature Department, "I have to earn money because I live with a woman, so I don't have time to attend classes." However, in the case of Kobayashi, he was given an exam, and when Professor Tatsuno saw the result, he said, "If you can do this much, you don't have to go to class." Instead, I was just told, "Anyway, go to the exercises." Associate Professor H and I were worst relationship .

He belonged to the mainstream of urban engineering and sanitary engineering. Associate Professor H is one of the servant of Mr. Tamon Ishibashi (deceased), who is famous for good or bad in the world of water treatment. Mr. Ishibashi is a person who has a good face in the Ministry of Health and Welfare (at that time), and he is doing various bad things. One example is how to get involved in the water supply plan in Takayama City, Gifu Prefecture. Takayama City has selected a site with an abandoned mine upstream as a water source. There is a risk of mine poisoning.

After seeing the plan, Mr. Ishibashi gave a go-ahead to the construction just by reading the plan, that is, without looking at the actual situation. Anxious, the locals turned to a graduate student in sanitary engineering for help. Here, an unprecedented war broke out between the professor and the go apprentices. Mr. Ishibashi hung up by the graduate students, but at that time, it was Associate Professor H who helped Mr. Ishibashi by putting pressure on the graduate students, such as not arranging employment.

The above process is described in detail in "Pollution Principles ( Voluntary course)". I knew that, so to Associate Professor H I had something close to hostility, and so did he. It happened that the person in charge of employment at my time was Associate Professor H, so I refused to mediate. By the way, the current sanitary engineering of the Department of Urban Engineering is solidified by the network of Associate Professor Ishibashi-H. It's not a gorgeous thing.

I was able to graduate remarkably. Assistant Nakanishi taught me the first act of the faculty meeting. Associate Professor H disagreed with my graduation and said, "The announcement was amazing, but he haven't written half the text of my thesis yet. Can I graduate this guy!" At that time, Associate Professor Morimura said, "Mostly, H! Some people go on an overseas trip without writing their thesis properly, but he writes the text properly. Let him graduate!"

That's right. Unlike Associate Professor H, who became an assistant professor through connections, Associate Professor Morimura, who became an assistant professor with his own abilities, said "a heavy and precious word." It seems that no one disagreed. I was also fortunate that Associate Professor Morimura was an instructor in urban planning, not in sanitary engineering. Urban engineering consists of urban planning and sanitary engineering.

At the graduation party, Associate Professor Morimura said, "I thought you would do it, but I didn't think you would do it this much. You can do anything after graduation, but please let me know your activity report." He talked to me. My work also impressed Professor Morimura. For me, Assistant Ui and Assistant Nakanishi are Mr. Ui and Ms.Nakanishi. Associate Professor Morimura will be "Professor Morimura" forever. By the way, Professor V did not attend my thesis examination.

[a-student-out-of-time]

Any updates on the Storm trial?

*Monday, December 24th, Tamon residence, evening*

What’s going on?

You two might wanna stay for this.

Is this about Storm?

Newscaster: -about the recent trial of Maverick Storm, former member of Hope’s Peak Academy’s Class 75.

Hey, good guess!

Newscaster: The man, convicted of the Sunny Days Vacation Island incident, has been found guilty on all charges and will now be facing execution.

About time.

*Sigh* He really should’ve just stayed in prison.

You think he should’ve got a life sentence?

No, I mean he shouldn’t have escaped in the first place.

I can’t say I’m broken up about the court’s decision.

[willowhaven-blog1]

2018 was a year of ups and downs for me. In January I went back to college at Benedictine College to work towards my bachelors in sociology. I was working full-time at night and attending school full-time during the day. Exhausted doesn’t begin to describe it.

As busy as it was, I felt such a great sense of accomplishment everyday as I worked towards such a difficult goal. I enjoyed the classes I was taking and  the challenge excited me. Then everything changed. Cancer took that all from me. The excitement, the motivation, the incredible sense of accomplishment. With three words, that all was gone.

When I was no longer able to work or go to school, I lost my sense of purpose. I laid in bed for days and weeks feeling in credibly sorry for myself. I began to give up on myself, and to give up in life in general. During this time I was talking to a friend of mine about my younger sister who had recently moved to Arizona. I was talking about how proud I was of her for moving so far away to chase a dream. It was while we were talking that my friend suggested that maybe I should take a trip to visit her. My initial response was are you kidding? I can’t even get out of bed, let alone make a trip halfway across the country. But my friend told me that it would be good for me, to get away and see something new.

Suddenly I had a goal to work towards. I began pushing myself to get out of bed, even if just to walk around the house and get my own meals. In the beginning it was incredibly hard. I was extremely weak and couldn’t walk without a walker. But I kept pushing. Soon I graduated to using a cane, and finally I was able to walk short distances unassisted. I was so proud of myself. It’s amazing how much you take for granted in life until it’s gone.

In late November I had a hysterectomy to stop my body from producing the hormones that were feeding the tumor in my breast. While this surgery was incredibly necessary, I was a little sad because I figured my recovery would set my trip plans behind but I had a goal. I decided I wasn’t going to let something as minor as surgery stop me.

I pushed myself more and more each day. I became more active. I started driving again. Surprisingly enough, the more active I became, the pain that had become a part of my life began to fade. During my worst days I had been taking as many as 24 Percocets a day without relief. Suddenly I realized I was down to as few as four during a 24 hour period. Slowly I was taking back control of my life. Cancer wasn’t winning the war anymore. I was. The sense of pride I felt couldn’t compare to anything I had ever done before. I felt as though I had just won the Boston Marathon.

I had an appointment with my oncologist scheduled for December 10th. My goal had been to leave for Arizona the Wednesday following if my doctor felt I was healthy enough to go. He was so pleased to see the progress I had made since my first appointment when my pain was so bad that reduced to using a wheelchair because I was unable to walk. Now I was walking again and had actually driven myself so my husband didn’t need to miss a day of work. Much to my delight, my doctor told me he thought the trip would be great medicine for me.

Having received my oncologist’s blessing, I began to make the final arrangements to take the bucket list trip of a lifetime. I had considered flying into Phoenix to shorten my trip, but after much deliberation I decided that driving would offer me the opportunity to see more of the world and with no real time table in my head I planned to take my time and see what there was to see.

As I left Atchison on December 12 I began to have second thoughts. Would I be able to make such a long drive after being bedridden for so long and having only been getting up and around for such a short time? Would my back hold up to the strain of the trip? I was facing a 21 hour drive, the longest drive I had ever made in myself. I almost changed my mind many times as I set out for Arizona, but I kept telling myself I can do this.

The further along on my trip, the better I felt. For the first time in months, the weight of my stress and anxiety began to evaporate. With each mile I drove, a happiness and calm settled over me. Normally when I am driving I become so focused on the road that I miss everything around me. For the first time, I opened my eyes to everything around me taking in each little detail seeing the world with a childlike wonder.

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I had my first daughter two days before 19th birthday. I had spent my entire adult life caring for my children and had never really had the opportunity to travel. While my peers were traveling to Europe and going to college, I was changing diapers and burping babies. I had never really made it outside of the midwest and this was one of the few times I had ever taken a vacation that didn’t involve a soccer tournament. Normally those trips were rushed and there was very little time to relax and enjoy the sights around me.

The further I got from home, the more I saw all of the beauty in the world. As the miles passed, I began to believe in myself and for the first time I believed that cancer wasn’t going to beat me. I was going to fight with everything I had in me and I was going to live whatever life I had left no matter how long or short as though each day was my last. I decided that I refused to die with regrets.

When I reached the mountains of Arizona and my sister’s home, I was overwhelmed with everything I had seen. I was excited to see my sister, her husband, my adorable niece and my favorite floofer (code word for dog). I spent four days relaxing in the warm Arizona air, far from the cold of Kansas. The days with my sister were lazy and simple and incredibly calming. My mind was clear and free of worry over my future. I took each day as they came without thinking about whether cancer would beat me.

As my days with my sister came to a close I made the decision to head further west since I was only four hours from the sandy beaches of San Diego. I was amazed as each mile passed and I drove through the mountains and palm trees. I was amazed by the mild weather and when I reached San Diego  I fell in love with the sights all around me. I walked through the beautiful winter wonderland of Balboa Park at night, and dipped my toes in the ocean during the day. I enjoyed the tastes of authentic Mexican and Italian food, and let my mind clear from any of the negative thoughts that had held me hostage since my diagnosis.

As I returned home I had a new goal. My journey had given me a new purpose. My passion for nursing was still there and I realized just how much I missed taking care of and spending time with my patients. But I also realized that my time might be short and I wanted to experience as much as I could for whatever time I might have left. The more I thought about this, the more my mind wandered back to an idea I had a few years earlier. I wanted to move on from my staff hospital position and become a travel nurse. I realized that travel nursing would offer me the opportunity to combine my love of nursing with the ability to travel and see all that the country has to offer.

I celebrated New Years Eve by mailing my applications to Arizona and California to obtain my nursing licenses. In the weeks following I began discussing opportunities with recruiters, and began the initial process to build my file for submission to future employers.

As excited as I was, a cloud of fear hovered over me. Would my body be strong enough to return to work? When I had my appointment with my oncologist on January 10th, as terrified as I was to hear the answer I asked my doctor if my career was over. He looked at me and told me he didn’t see why. In one moment all my fears evaporated. I will be able to return to the work I love so much. Cancer didn’t take nursing from me.

2018 brought a lot of pain and fear as I was forced to accept my new reality. 2019 is going to be a year of adventure and discovery for me. Some days I am angry for all of the changes that have come to my life since I heard those terrible words ‘you have cancer.’ There are still days that I want to cry when I think about possibly not being here to watch my nieces and grandchildren grow up.

Even with all of the sadness and uncertainty cancer has brought to my life, some days I am thankful for the things I have gained. I have realized how very precious life is and how important it is to appreciate the gift of each day. I live more fully, I love more deeply, and I appreciate each moment I have. I’m living with cancer, not dying from it. I’m LIVING. Each minute of every day.

Jennifer – Extensive mets to bones. Diagnosed de novo at 43 on 9/25/2018. Cancer won’t win. I won’t let it. Life’s too short not to fight for every minute. Dx 9/25/2018, invasive ductal carcinoma (IDC), left breast, 1.5cm, Nottingham Grade 3, hormone receptor positive, ER+ (estrogen receptor)/PR+ (progesterone receptor), HER2- (human epidermal growth factor), BRACA- (genetic mutation), Stage IV, metastasized to bones First CA 27.29 10/9/2018 83 (goal <38) Hormonal Therapy 10/12/2018 Tamoxifen pills (Nolvadex, Apo-Tamox, Tamofen, Tamone) Targeted Therapy 10/12/2018 Xgeva injection (Denosumab) Hormonal Therapy 10/19/2018 Lupron Depot injection (Leuprolide Acetate) Surgery 11/29/2018 Vaginal hysterectomy with bilateral salpingo-oophorectomy First CA 27.29 post hysterectomy 12/10/2018 73 (goal <38) Hormonal Therapy 12/11/2018 Femara pills (letrozole) Targeted Therapy 12/23/2018 Ibrance pills (palbociclib) First CA 27.29 post medication change 1/10/2019 60 (goal <38)

New Year, New Me! 2018 was a year of ups and downs for me. In January I went back to college at Benedictine College to work towards my bachelors in sociology.

[sugu-soba-de]

瞬間: Moment

It’s a story best experienced in present tense, and I will use past only here: this happened last night. I want you to feel as if you are standing beside me as I tell it. (I rather wish you were standing beside me. I would feel a little braver, then.)

I will explain more later. For now, we start in my room, where I am wrapped in my comforter inhaling my dinner, tracing the blue line on Google Maps with my finger with a silent prayer not to get lost. My 200 yen for the tram is already in my pocket. The tickets are already in my purse. I will not forget anything: this would become my mantra.

I arrive at the venue and join the queue. I see my friend and wave at her: her ticket number is much better than mine, so she is ushered inside straightaway. I will catch up with her later. The woman standing in front of me glances back to see who my friend is waving to. “Kawaii!” she exclaims, and even as she is looking directly at me, I half-consciously glance over my shoulder to make sure she means me. It is. A short while later, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I am pulled into conversation with two wonderful older ladies who barely speak any English, but we somehow make it work. I end up interpreting for another foreigner there, which I am not qualified to do, but if the conversation stays in the safe zones of (1) Arlequin, (2) what I do in Japan, (3) lengths of time, or (4) hobbies and favorite foods, then I’m fine. The women excitedly tell me that my Japanese is very good. They are being kind, but I am happy anyway.

I stand just behind the seated rows beside my friend. Another tap on the shoulder. This time, it is a college student who wants to study English in Canada, so we chat in mixed English and Japanese for a while. Her brother is with her, though he has only listened to one song by Arlequin. He is a good sport. He knows zero English and zero Arlequin, but somehow, we talk anyways. Everyone is very sweet.

The lights dim and the screens turn off, and Daizystripper taught me what this means: it is deadly quiet as Arlequin enters, each member dressed in yukata and sandals. I hear their shoes squeak across the floor and the scrape of the metal stool Aki pulls to the center of the stage. I remember that I, too, was once a performing musician, and these sounds strike a nostalgic chord in me. They are human, I remind myself once again. This is real.

This is an acoustic live, so while the guitars and bass are electric, they are turned down low. Nothing shakes with their sound tonight. Tamon plays the box and hits a single tiny cymbal with his hand. They begin the set and I am immediately taken aback by their sound. Arlequin is not soft rock by any means, and the force and power of their music is evident even through cheap headphones. However, this set is mellow, gentle even, with the insistent drive of a skilled dance partner, but nothing more than the gentle press of a hand on your shoulder. The rhythm is almost Latin, in a way. One of the first songs is Maze, a favorite of mine, though the acoustic version is quite different from this one! Please do give it a try in any case.

Aki sits in profile to the audience, slumped slightly, the white stage lights illuminating the curved crook of his back. His face is barely visible from this angle, even from my good vantage point, but I can see how his countenance contorts with the power of the song. I have seen many live videos of theirs before, and I love the energy they put into their music, but even now, in the utter quiet of the live house, Aki pours his heart into the show. It is incredible. When a song finishes, no one applauds, and Aki slumps forward slightly and lets the silence consume the darkness. He brings the microphone to his lips and mutters, “Uso,” and I cannot even think of what this means until Tamon claps the rhythm and they begin “Makka na Uso.” This is the first time I cry during the live. It is not the last.

We only clap after Aki thanks us and begins the MC. Aki speaks slowly and deliberately, which I am intensely grateful for. I follow nearly all of the conversation during the night, and here is why. Their discussions cover the following topics: (1) Arlequin, (2) food, (3) the weather, and (4) yukata. Aside from the first, these are all beginner units in Japanese. I feel just the smallest bit skilled. They discuss food because Nao has to leave to fix a problem with his guitar, and he is gone for some time, so Aki runs out of Arlequin-related things to talk about. Then, they introduce themselves. First, Shohei simply says, “I’m handsome,” and then he amends, “I’m Shohei. I’m also Nao, the guitarist,” because he sits behind the conspicuously empty seat. It’s hysterical, honestly.

They play “Zankyou,” “Toge,” “Ichijiku,” “Karma,” and “Akatsuki” among others. Aki misses his entry in “Zankyou,” and Aki himself laughs hardest of all. I think that I loved Daizystripper’s live because it was a polished performance; it felt like a perfectly-orchestrated show that they wanted to present to us. This feels like the truest way to love Arlequin, where they are human and lovely and enjoying themselves. It is quite incredible. Aki interrupts another of Tamon’s intros to complain to him that Tamon tied his yukata wrong: when a yukata crossed on the wrong side is the traditional garment of a corpse. “Do you hate me?” Aki asks, and then laughs so hard that he stamps his feet on the stage. He then accuses Tamon of sitting weird on his box, which Tamon says he must do because of the yukata. He attempts to rearrange himself and fails. Aki makes a soft sobbing sound into the microphone. They begin the song again.

(It is during “Ichijiku”, a song that once became synonymous with my excitement for achieving my dreams here, that I cry again, and I think about how this moment is something that I cannot experience again or replicate anywhere else. A completely unique and inimitable moment. Arlequin only performs acoustic versions of songs at lives, so I will only ever here these versions here. I will likely only see Arlequin in Japan. And this moment, this time, is the only time that I will exist exactly as I am now. I think about how precious and fleeting this is. Therefore, I want to remember this moment as if I can live it forever. Present tense.)

Chekis sell out almost immediately, so my friend and I resolve to buy some tomorrow (today, now). Today is goods day! Please wish me luck!!

We queue up for the CD signing, and the excitement overtakes me again. You know the feelings of anticipation I have described previously: the pounding in your chest, the drop of your heart straight to your feet, the churning of your stomach. Tonight, I feel the pulse of my heart in my face. I am pretty sure I am going to die. I see girls beginning to file past me with marker-covered CD cases in their hands. I am certainly going to die.

(”I’m going to get nervous and forget everything I want to say to them!” My friend says. It makes me feel a bit better that she, though fluent in Japanese, is nervous too. “I’m going to forget all of my Japanese,” I say.)

Here is an approximate transcript of my conversation with the band:

Tamon: Hello! Please, go ahead! Is here okay? [to sign] Me: Yes! Thank you! Thank you for being so kind. Nao: [in English] Hello, hello! Me: [Japanese] Ah, your English is perfect! I’m an English teacher. I came from the US. Nao: [Japanese] Eh? The US? So cool! Thank you for coming to see us. Aki: Good evening. Me: Good evening. It was my dream to see you. Thank you for making my dream come true today. Aki: Thank you. Kuruto: Hello! Cute! Me: Thank you! Thank you for today, it was like a dream. Kuruto: It was for us, too! Thank you. Shohei: Oh wow! Hello! Me: Hi. Thank you for today. Today was the best day I’ve ever had. Shohei: So nice to meet you. Thank you!

Shohei then sends me off with an enormous smile and an adorable wave. I feel a little like I’m going to throw up. Somehow, I don’t. (”They thought you were so cute!” My friend tells me. Really?)

I go home with my CD clutched in my hands, because if I let it go, then the moment slips into the past, and I cannot bear that. Even as I write now, it feels like a dream. But a dream can be a true thing, too, can’t it? If you believe in it enough? I will see Arlequin again today in a different light, so I look forward to it.

Present and future tense are the same in Japanese, you know? I can think of this moment now and forever, interchangeably.