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unfinished kunigiri from this post, was looking thru the wips i had before my google docs on my main email ran out of space and i found this! its still such a cute idea to me T___T so i tidied it up

canon compliant(?) until the last goal of the NEL is confirmed + episode nagi panel references, manga spoilers (kunigami), ambiguous relationship but with everything i write just know it's aiming at love. we also have chigiri egoist bible vol 2 references re: his hair. thanks s2e7 additional time you caused this

or: Chigiri heeds his own advice.

Chigiri: But if there’s something you need to tell him, do it while you have a chance. In this place you never know if you’ll get to see someone again.

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A voice keeps singing even

without an instrument.

You make your fingers into a comb.

— Tin Bucket, Jenny George.

1. start

Sharing the training room is fine. More so when it’s with Kunigami—there’s a comfort he exudes that Chigiri thrives off of, taking care of his leg while Kunigami uses the machines, the mechanical strain of springs and panting from exertion making up background noise while Chigiri stretches. In the short time since he’s entered Blue Lock, this is one of the things that has become routine for him.

It helps, too, that Kunigami never asked Chigiri about it. It helps, too, that Kunigami had grabbed Chigiri and tucked him close, back-to-chest, after that game-tying goal against Team W. Almost like the day before, when Chigiri had spilled his guts out to Isagi; the pity, the not-understanding, but new.

How this very moment feels different: that is, Chigiri thinking, knowing, believing, that Kunigami would give him understanding. A person who could hold his leg with care. A person who could hold his leg like it was their own.

It’s clear that something shifts, inexplicable, in how Kunigami shoots him looks every time he rests between sets of exercises. Chigiri rubs ointment over part of his knee, careful around the surgery scar, thinks about how to break the news to Kunigami, or if he’ll ever ask.

After today, though, he deserves an explanation. All of Team Z do, really. Doesn’t mean he’s ready for it.

Like he can read his mind, Kunigami walks over to where Chigiri is sat on the bench, sitting beside him.

“You don’t have to share with me anything you’re not ready to,” Kunigami says, wiping his sweat with the towel around his neck. “I can wait.”

It’s his tone of voice. It has to be. It’s the warming fiery way the words curl around his mouth, something compassionate and resolute. It’s what makes the entire story spill out of Chigiri, bursting the way he does when he’s about to run at top speed, a blooming of red and raw truth.

When he’s done with it all, Kunigami looks at him, bright-eyed, almost awed. “That’s heroic of you, Chigiri.”

Chigiri can’t help a small smile. “You gotta catch up, then. Aren’t you the hero between the two of us?”

Something shifts, infinitesimal. Kunigami smiles back, a soft smile Chigiri has only seen a few times—not the wolfish grin or the roar of victory he’s become accustomed to. The headband Kunigami had given him is a constant pressure against his forehead, grounding. In return, Chigiri hands him a water bottle.

later

Kunigami is the easiest thing in the world to bring up, even during their two week break after the Japan U20 match, when Isagi asks him and Bachira who they invited, rather than who they wished they could invite. He’d gotten his phone back before the two week break, and spent a hot minute staring at it after realising he didn’t have Kunigami’s contact.

Wish I could have, though. Chigiri has learnt to never have regrets, not about soccer, not about his decision to keep running despite everything. Not about Kunigami.

Blue Lock. Shared times in the training rooms. Shared times trying to run away from a lovesick Reo. Shared times on the field, on the same side. Chigiri still wishes that this moment, this victory, this period of freedom, is something that they could have together, too.

2. before

It comes back to the headband, eventually. They drop back down to 4v4 in the second selection, after losing against Rin’s team. Chigiri is rubbing ointment into his leg again, stretching the muscles. He pointedly does not think about Kunigami and Reo—two of them having to fight their way back up from 2v2 portion, but the image of Kunigami comes to his mind, unbidden. 

Once, Chigiri had faced the sheer fire of Kunigami’s resolve and revelled in it. Today, he carries that burning with him the way the headband holds his hair up, gentle yet secure and reliable, like rolling up his pant leg to look at the scar on his knee. 

It’s possibly here that Chigiri is finally able to process the yearning, feeling the loss cleave through him like the tip of a surgical knife. Chigiri’s been holding the same stretch for a little too long, and—

Well. It’s not like Chigiri didn’t know he’s always harboured a fondness for Kunigami like no other. He adjusts the headband with a hand the way he imagines Kunigami would; I have two sisters, he had said, bashful in a way Chigiri still finds cute.

It would be good to tell him, perhaps.

after

Cynic hero, naive princess. Monikers like these have never been able to fully encapsulate what they are, much less what they are to each other, even less so with the adjectives in front of them. Chigiri watches Kunigami shoot with his right foot and the wrongness of it sinks in almost instantly.

His eyes blow wide. It’s this moment that he remembers watching the footage of Bastard Munchen against Barcha, how the one time Kunigami had scored with his hero’s left foot, he had been nothing but ashamed, disappointed, even—a goal celebration that wasn't a celebration. A display of shame. Upset. Anger. Chigiri doesn’t know what happened in Wild Card—but his chest burns with something akin to misery. How can the Kunigami he knew and the Kunigami in front of him exist together so tangibly at once?

They lose. Isagi evolves. Chigiri’s gaze lingers too long on Kunigami’s figure as he leaves, too quickly.

Once, in a bathroom, while Reo was busy stressing over what he should say to Nagi after seeing him again, Chigiri had walked past him and allowed that one moment to feel, intensely and fiercely, for what he had lost. For Kunigami, for everything he didn’t get to say, then.

No more of this, Chigiri tells himself. He asks Chris and Ego for permission to go to the Bastard Munchen stratum, and is surprised himself when he’s allowed.

That day with Reo, he’d worn his hair up in the headband Kunigami had given him months before, as if to make up for the loss. It’s not quite the same look he’s wearing today, but his hair is tied up in the way he knows Kunigami kind of likes, uncovering the nape of his neck.

It’s expected that Kunigami tries to avoid Chigiri. But he remembers the kindness he’d treated him, back in Team Z, and knows not to prod. He needs time and space, Chigiri thinks, the way I did, back then. Weeks of shared training room space, keeping to his routine of leg care, without any questions.

Kunigami deserves at least a little compassion, too.

He lets himself smile, even if Kunigami’s back is facing him; painfully reminiscent of how Chigiri had turned his back to them when he left during the second selection.

“I’ll be keeping a close eye on you, so keep a close eye on me too.” It’s not quite what Chigiri wants to say, but it’s good enough for now.

They can still be who they were. Rensuke is a creature of habit, like that.

3. then

Kunigami’s not normally restless, but his fingers have been tapping his leg for the better part of the last ten minutes, and it’s starting to get on Chigiri’s nerves a little. It’s the last thing they need before a match, and he doesn’t think before grabbing Kunigami’s hand to make it stop.

When Chigiri looks at him, Kunigami’s face is tinted with a light pink. He looks away. “What was that for?”

“You were fidgeting,” Chigiri says. “Nervous?”

There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, because Kunigami is never really nervous before a match, but surprisingly, he doesn’t reply with a teasing remark at the tip of his tongue like he normally does, instead turning away.

Chigiri’s a menace when he wants to be, so he gasps theatrically: “Kunigami! You’re nervous now?” Chigiri pauses to poke his side. “Does our hero not know how to fight the dragons?”

“Shut up,” Kunigami mutters, but there’s no bite to it. “I normally braid my sisters’ hair every morning, and I haven’t been able to do it recently, since I joined Blue Lock so I feel—I don’t know. Off-kilter?”

It gets Chigiri to quieten. They haven’t really talked about their families in Blue Lock; apart from Bachira letting it slip that his mother’s an artist and Kunigami telling Chigiri that he has two sisters, the topic doesn’t come up often because of sheer soccer immersion.

He feels for Kunigami, though. He misses his sister, too.

“You can braid my hair, if you want,” Chigiri says, pursing his lips thoughtfully. “I normally braid it before I play, anyway. No harm in having someone else do it, for a change.”

Kunigami doesn’t say anything, but the deep gratitude in his eyes speaks a million words. He separates the left side of Chigiri’s hair into three equal parts, laying each part on top of the other in a braid that’s not too tight, in confident, experienced motions.

When a person like Kunigami walks into the room, one would never think he’s capable of this gentleness: but he is, undeniably so. It’s prevalent even in the way he protects his team, in the way he cares for everyone around him. Chigiri lets Kunigami comb through his hair with his fingers, leaning into his touch, a little.

There’s a moment, where Chigiri thinks something more is going to happen. But Raichi calls for them, voice obnoxious and loud: KNOCK IT OFF, LOVEBIRDS!!! and the moment is shattered as easily as it was formed. 

now

The final bids must be trickling in by now, Chigiri assumes. He looks at himself in the mirror, a comb in one hand, holding a rubberband in his mouth while he tries to decide on a hair length. Bunching up his hair into a ponytail at the base of his neck—too short. Chigiri lowers his hand a little bit, something nearing shoulder length, maybe, but it’s too long. Huh. This is harder than he thought.

“What are you doing?” a voice interrupts him, gruff and soft at the same time.

“Hm?” Chigiri looks at Kunigami from the corner of his eye. “I’m gonna cut my hair.” he says through the rubberband in his mouth, slightly muffled.

A flicker of brief horror appears on Kunigami’s face. He looks away, and Chigiri has to stifle a laugh at how needlessly unsure of himself he is, right now.

Chigiri removes the rubberband from his mouth and slides it onto his wrist.

“I saw that last goal you made,” he says instead, while Kunigami rinses his hands. “It was good. Congratulations on the win.”

With his hero's left foot and a chemical reaction involving him, Isagi and Ness—prodigy and genius—that is. This is the kind of Kunigami that fits best, after all; a person like him doesn't deserve to burn from a defensive position.

The water runs from the tap. Kunigami says nothing. Chigiri hums, going back to measuring his hair length. There’s a good inbetween that somehow reminds him of the length he used to keep before his ACL tear. He uses the hair tie to mark it.

Kunigami shuts off the tap, but he stays, still. He’s watching Chigiri, enraptured, hand clenching into a fist at his side.

Chigiri holds out the scissors to Kunigami. “Do you wanna help?”

It’s kind of crude, handing someone a weapon like this, but Chigiri trusts him. Kunigami hesitates before taking it. Chigiri relaxes immediately as he does.

“Just cut it above the hair tie,” Chigiri says. And then, because some things need to be said out loud: “I trust you.”

Kunigami takes the ponytail into his hand carefully, and Chigiri hears the careful snip of the large chunk of hair as Kunigami cuts through it like a thick rope. He knows when it comes off because he hears Kunigami’s hitch of breath, a bunch of long pink hair in his hand.

“I feel like I just killed something,” he says, a little dazed. Chigiri snorts. Everything feels lighter—without the pinch of the hair tie, Chigiri can feel where his hair tickles the nape of his neck. He smoothes over it, once, twice, three times.

“Now you have to help me with these,” Chigiri says, gesturing to his bangs. Kunigami is silent as he moves closer, careful movements—Chigiri closes his eyes to stop his hair from getting into his eyes.

They don't say anything. It's not that they don't need to—Chigiri's well aware of this, wants to tell Kunigami so much and everything; like that time in the gym after the match against Team W. Wanting to meet that passion and that resolve. Wanting to tell Kunigami about the shenanigans Reo and Nagi's gotten up to while he wasn't with them. Wanting to tell Kunigami about all the things Chigiri wants to do now that he's back.

But this is a chance to return the favour: the same patience that had steeped in that gym back at Team Z, the same quiet company. Chigiri hears Kunigami take a step back, and he opens his eyes.

There's a beat, before Chigiri stands up, feeling the foreign breeze of the air conditioner blow across his exposed nape. "You could use a haircut too, you know? Aren't heroes supposed to look smart and dashing all the time?" What Chigiri will not say: you used to be. What Chigiri thinks: you can still be.

Kunigami shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Makes eye contact with Chigiri—and appears satisfied with whatever he can find within. Breathes out, a heavy thing, a burdened thing.

"Yeah. You're right."

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a lesson in recollection

Somewhere, a corpse is reanimated. Chigiri is doing his best to keep it alive, for reasons beyond solving a case he’s had on his hands for years.

(or: Kunigami Rensuke dies in winter, is resurrected in spring, and lives in summer.)

kunigami rensuke x chigiri hyoma | T | 6.8k words

- for @bluelockhalloweek day 2: resurrection

- magical realism: sorcerer chigiri, corpse kunigami

- resurrection shenanigans. ambiguously pre-slash but there is love

- also ambiguous/open ending but its hopeful! promise!

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director & cameraman

Love shifting from one side of the court to the other. Separated by the net, a volleyball is the only thing two teams touch for five sets. The longer the rally, the more it becomes the world, its significance inherently bound to the time it stays in the air and the people who hold it. Komori is suspended between; all the love in excess, from Osamu, from Suna, a love that enlarges him.

or: to be held in the eye of the beholder(s)

miya osamu x suna rintarou x komori motoya | T | 7.4k words

- established osasuna, getting together

- canon compliant for the most part

- Komori Motoya is a Chronic Yearner

- relationship study/character study (i do not care if this relationship Supposedly Doesnt Exist im studying it anyway)

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in light of recent events (bllk manga 282 - 283. im crazy about them) i wanted to post a part of the rinsagi zombie apocalypse au i was writing for bllk halloweek (and didnt finish. oops)

implied major character death, rinsagi typical freakishness, descriptions of a zombie bite wound. also guns

The zombie bites a huge chunk off Isagi's shoulder.

Rin punctures the zombie in the head with a bullet—feeling rage melt into dread, as Isagi crumples on the floor, clutching his bleeding shoulder with a hand. Blood spills all over it, trickling down and pooling at his elbow, a slow and painful drip, and Rin cannot feel his legs when he rushes to Isagi's side.

"I have you," Rin says, even though he can already spot the signs of Isagi losing himself, the hyperventilating, skin growing cold under Rin's touch. The sweat everywhere.

How everyone keeps leaving; Sae, Bachira, and now—

Rin brings his mouth to Isagi’s wound.

Isagi hisses. “What are you doing, you idiot?”

Rin doesn’t hear, doesn’t care. He sucks as much of Isagi’s blood as he can from the wound, almost drinking it, infection on his tongue, and at some point it gets too much, maybe. He spits it out on the sidewalk beside them.

Isagi groans, back arching, either away from Rin’s mouth or into it—and Rin wishes he was, wishes for vastly different circumstances. Wishes that this wound was one he made. “This won’t work, Rin. It’s an infection. Either kill me now, or run—”

“I’m not letting you turn before me,” Rin says, voice hoarse. There’s blood on his lips. There’s blood in his mouth. “You promised you would kill me. You have to be the one to do it.”

“Didn’t you say—you would, too? Kill me?” Isagi says. "You promised."

Rin closes his eyes, breathing heavily. His mouth hovers over Isagi’s wound. Blood and iron and rot. He imagines Isagi Yoichi, with purple veins and discoloured skin, green and grey and black in places that aren’t supposed to be. Eyes white.

An Isagi less alive. An Isagi less interesting. An Isagi reduced to a lump of mindless flesh.

Rin bites his cheek. “I lied. I can’t do it.” I can’t look at you like that.

“Do you realise what you’re asking of me, then? Rin, get up,” and Isagi pulls on Rin’s hair, even if the strength of it is weakened by the bite. “Get up, Rin! You have a life after me. You have a life beyond me. Live it.” Isagi growls.

“No!” and Rin is startled with how much he means it. Isagi must be too. He’s still beautiful: wide-eyed, despite the wound on his shoulder. Looking at him like biting into a cyanide pill, a heart-stopping brain death.

“If you turn, I turn. That’s my new rule. My new promise.” Rin brings his mouth to Isagi’s wound, lapping at it, ignoring the taste of metal on his tongue. Urging everything into his bloodstream. Wants to cauterise the wound with his own tongue. Wants to be burnt by him. These are the things that have made him stronger, before—wanting to have an effect on Isagi, wanting to be affected by Isagi. These are the things that will be his undoing.

There’s a hand in Rin’s hair, gently stroking, and then pulling him up into a kiss. Isagi heaves a heavy sigh, and Rin captures the feeling of life on his lips. Blood and saliva—Isagi licks into his mouth, like trying to clear Rin of the infection. Salvation. Once, Rin had wished for something like this: for someone to save him.

Rin feels Isagi push cold metal into his palm, and then guide his hand to the side of his temple. Isagi’s hands are cold and wet with blood and rotting. It’s hard to swallow.

“Close your eyes,” he hears Isagi whisper. His face is so close, flushed and pale at the same time, and Rin desires to commit it to memory. “It’s like you’re simply teaching me how to aim. Remember?”

The things Rin has seen of zombies—of humans, turning, that moments before it they turn delirious. Manic, even. And Isagi is here, purpling veins, cold sweat, bleeding, and still coherent, if to just tell Rin to kill him.

It's that easy, Rin hears himself say in a memory, revolver in hand—Isagi's, Rin remembers—before it became his. The makeshift target infront of them with a bullet through the head. What Rin means, now: It's that so easy to lose someone.

Maybe Isagi closes his eyes. Rin wouldn't know, because he's closed his too.

The gunshot that follows is the most deafening sound for miles.

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let this moment be your reason

In hindsight, every day Rintarou spends with them is a reason to stay. or: the Rite Of Passage (getting new bed)

miya osamu x suna rintarou x komori motoya | G | 1.1k words

- established relationship

- domestic fluff

- drabble

thats literally all it is i fear

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looking back @ my writing + 2025 hopes

i've always wanted to do one of these after bllk and hq reinvigorated my want to write i've decided it wouldn't hurt to think about the events that led up to Writing, specifically, given that i do intend on. doing it more often. call this. accountability. or something.

scheduled for dec 31st noon

prsk - shinonome akito x aoyagi touya, let him cook (for me)

so this was posted as a new year's offering with my (poor) attempt at blending japanese food traditions with prsk. this pairing is one that holds its heart in their hands: the teenage angst of it, trying to capture that kind of youthful rough edge that akito has in my first ever prsk work, and then being able to write touya (who is actually my oshi along with kanade!) felt so liberating. because there's a calmness and introspection that belongs to touya that resonates with me a lot, and i tried to bring it to life with all the food metaphors. it was written at a point where my interest in prsk was at its highest, mainly because of the sanrio collaboration among other things, and this is definitely one of the fics i look upon very very fondly. in the past if i wrote a fic and looked back on it literal months later i'd often cringe because of my writing, but this is one of those i can wholeheartedly say that. even after time passed it is still my favourite.

and then comes the writing break i kinda took because of the semester starting: with it i stopped being able to catch up with prsk apart from a quick tier for the toya and kanade event on jpsekai, and even then i have so many backed up wips for them but i still love them so much, i really do. their companionship is so heartfelt and i adore it so much.

bllk - kunigami rensuke x chigiri hyouma, a lesson in recollection

which now brings me to the fandom that brought me back to writing: i have so many wips for them as well that i haven't gotten to either because right now they don't have as much canon content or (the more likely option) i'm just writing too much hq fic but. we have rnis bcrnis bcis kncg in this household (my google docs). this is my second tumblr (and ao3. honestly) account and starting fresh was a very weird experience. i think. trying to find blogs to follow, fanart in a new fandom. i started trying to write again after coming into the bllk fansphere, and failed multiple times (we have scrapped kncg royalty sparring fic in the google docs, for example) untillll my brain landed on pacrim bcis. and then i started writing, and then i found bllk halloweek and was like maybe i can try to write something for this????? i feel that this was mainly me trying to find my foothold on writing again after just. not writing. for so long.

fantasy isn't my go to genre generally and my experiences with worldbuilding comes mainly from other fantasy aus. but this was written as a love letter to kunigiri, to chigiri's conviction: "i'll wake you up, cynic hero" / "look squarely at the new me, too", and i thought that they really really deserved something that could convey that emotion appropriately. for me it was magic.... something about them in fantasy au just fits the bill so well. it was a very experimental Thing for me, but one i'm glad i undertook: it was the first time i wrote anything more than 2k words in one go and i am. proud of myself (and this fic) for it!!!!

hq - kuroo tetsurou x tsukishima kei, astrophysicists say

no one could ever make me hate krtsk. i genuinely adore them so much it's almost sickening: their push and pull, their rivalry but also how they are equals despite that, the way they have contributed to each other's futures (tsukki currently playing in v.league div.2 and how imo kuroo was an integral part in that, getting tsukki to get better at blocking so that he could move up to competing against other people, poking and prodding at him, to get better at blocking so he could have That One Moment against ushijima / kuroo finding how amazing it is to see someone enjoy volleyball, and wanting to spread that joy as he did to tsukki, then.) and i thought god. they're so down bad for each other imo and i have such a soft spot for the amount of yearning they have. aps was a meditation on quantum physics, as i understood it, and some of my favourite lines have come from this silly fic. i want to expand on it. the way time and space is soooo inherently tied to memory: does tsukki walk into the 3rd gym during training camp, akaashi a 3rd year, remembering every single moment he spent there with bokuto and kuroo? anyways. i love them and i love the research i did for this fic because i found an article that reminded me of bcrnis. if i can get around to writing it i will. this is probably one of the times i felt most comfortable writing. somehow. because it kind of felt like an exploration on their characters (even if lacking) and. science.

their love, to me, is really a science. i will see them in the background of some zoomed out frame in dumpster movie. my principle for them is just. how you can only be each other's rivals because you are equals—how else will you keep being their match, their rival, at every step of the way? i love them so much i adore them so much they will always mean the absolute world to me, the equivalent of my sailor moon and tuxedo mask in 2024.

miya osamu x suna rintarou x komori motoya, director & cameraman

oooh okay. we're getting into the demon throuple. i call them a demon throuple because god the way they consumed my entire life on the last week of my exams is not even funny LOL. for three characters so commonly out of the spotlight, trying to characterise them in a way that i was happy with was challenging. but the idea of how suna takes photos of important and funny moments--the general (at least from what i've seen) consensus that he does it for blackmail. just felt really funny to me. because yeah, there's that, but also i think it's saying something that he's willing to keep so much blackmail of two random high school teenagers from his volleyball club. and it's like, when i look at him and i look at the miya twins, i wonder: when was the actual moment suna decided to go pro? did he know he would still be intertwined in their lives even if he didnt choose to? and we see him in timeskip, looking a lot softer and less sly/foxy/nonchalant that he was in inarizaki (at least from what we saw), we see him smiling (!!) at his phone. and then i was like: brain whirring. this is a suna rintarou who is at ease with the people he has in his life, who got scouted and moved from aichi to inarizaki, to a new prefecture, who decided to go pro after that, and is now satisfied with the state of his life (because i frequently wonder about the Suna who had just moved to hyogo and trained inarizaki, and wonder if the experience and the transition of moving was perhaps eased up by. miyatwins.)

and then i wrote a fic about it, fully going into it being like okay so this is gonna be a sunarin character study. and then i think at some point it turned more into komori because i love his voice so much. gah. i think he talks about people so kindly and knows the right things to say, recognising their strengths--in fact i honestly feel a little disappointed with my characterisation of komorivoice because i know he's fully capable and, i dont know whats the english word but i dont want to 弱化 (like. weaken/make weak? diminish?) his character in that sense uuuu. he's so selfless and i love him so much. so much of my characterisation, especially with them, is influenced by existing fanon content and i've been trying to get more into their heads a bit more. i still am.

anyways. favourite part from this fic, apart from the self indulgent volleyball metaphors, hilariously enough, is the sakuatsu part. of course the 2 of the miya4/miya5 will take the precedence. what story about a side character.

but everything i wrote there is really what skts are to me: pushing each other's limits. knowing how high sakusa can go and pushing it, as his setter. love needs to be doubted: even if it's atsumu's toss, he'll analyse it before hitting. etc. sakuatsu is such a big tag though and i'm honestly terrified of writing a fully skts fic (14k works!!!!! what the heck!!!! prior to this year the largest tag i wrote for had 2.5k works!!!!!!! even writing krtsk at 7k works was scary!!!!!!!! so many good words... and i am nothing but a little fish...)

miya osamu x suna rintarou x komori motoya, let this moment be your reason

literally just wrote this to cope with the feeling of writing yet it is still spring LMAO god. i was very comfortable for once writing this because i really just kinda let loose and got into a headspace which i haven't really been in since i started writing again. it was comfortable. it made me very happy. with this fic we also hit 20k words this year!!! it was a first but i was sooo happy TT i've never written. this much. i look at this and feel so fond and happy man i dont know it was seriously just me trying to get into suna's head. i feel they deserve nice things. fluff.

miya osamu x suna rintarou x komori motoya, yet it is still spring (it is still meant tenderly)

i loved the premise like the entire tomfoolery of inception the movie is so appealing to me because its just. dream and reality. and then having the power to create anything you want to create in your dreams. and then craving to not have that power. it's just hands down one of my favourite movies of all time gah i love it so much. while trying to conceptualise this fic for the prompts i honestly. the idea of having osamu/rintarou/motoya has the best gang in the extractor community consumed me. it was supposed to be something short and turned into a 6k word monster i was genuinely petrified.

writing this. i was really operating on a feeling i wanted to convey....... and i think i learnt a lot about myself in the process tbh Like. i don't particularly regard plot as one of my strong points because i'm just to used to writing small drabbles and this was relatively long in comparison.... still again trying to find that writing headspace or place that i can work well in. trying to be better at it. i don't think its my best work but it served its purpose imo and i learnt from it!!!!. words are a finicky thing to work with and i will try to continue wrangling them into neatness in 2025. and characterisation too.......

2025 goals (accountability)

- post one genfic. could be a character study even!!! just. a something

- write something (plotful) that reaches 10k?

- band au band au band au/musician au [shaking myself] you didnt take music as your major for the life of it to be sucked out of you okay. make music appealing again even if you have to make people kiss in ur silly fic for it to happen

- write more smaller things to post on the tumblrs as a little exercise. get comfortable with posting things. get comfortable with putting things out there. etc

- improve dialogue/attaching body language and expression to dialogue. and read more mindfully, paying attention to how writers i like use their words

- get better at characterisation (!!!!!!!!!!)

if you read until the end: thank you so much T_____T large portion of this was me yapping about. nothing. LOL but. still!!

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happy christmas i offer wipwed ive been working on them on and off (bllk)

left: igaguri & kunigami, genfic, wild card + 2nd selection guilt. this is the only way shape or form you will see me perceiving igaguri he doesn't deserve the light he doesn't even deserve the stage i cannot tolerate his very being otherwise

right: bllk pacrim au!!!!!! this is from the bcis backstory but. yeah. there is a lot behind this...... and i like the idea that ryurin are drift compatible because of their complementary ways of thinking (creation/destruction) while approaching the same exact goal. LOCCENT people include hiori sae reo ness (german shatterdome), kscience has gagamaru yukimiya niko otoya, jtech is karasu kunigami chigiri zantetsu kurona

theres also the. detroit become human bachirinsagi au i wanna write (android isagi because i was rewatching and he and connor are seriously so similar... maybe it's the anime protagonist Look) (bachirin who repair him and teach him all the aspects of humanness through immersion..... bachira as life. rin as death. the good and the bad. idk something like that. dots.)

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astrophysicists say

kuroo tetsurou x tsukishima kei | T | 2.8k words

Love, like physics; a discovery, a setting in motion.

or: black holes, moons, haikyuu tokyo training arc, dumpster battle movie.

- non-linear narrative, established relationship, developing relationship etc

- space as a metaphor for love (many metaphors, actually!)

- mild science jargon but it's mostly elaborated on

- like when time is not linear and everything you have experienced you are constantly experiencing

- Happy Birthday Kuroo Tetsurou

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. so like this is just me rambling but

suna as a journalist who's interning at this news anchor and his superior (i imagine this to be oikawa LMFAO) is like so if you can uncover spiderman's identity you'll get the job and suna's like. ok great. because even if he genuinely cannot be bothered to care about superheroes i imagine he just enjoys blackmail and tomfoolery. like that. komori (spiderman fanatic) comes along for the ride to help suna (and to also see spiderman up close!! and talk to him!!). they hide in some obscure place near where osamu (spiderman) is fighting crime and osamu's like It's dangerous here and well. suna's not really good at the interviewing thing but komori's just good at talking to people and making them comfortable methinks and they make it work.

and then suna publishes an article about spiderman #exclusive interview with a picture of osamu in cool battling alien creature position. but they still continue hanging around and eventually osamu confronts them bc hes like well i gave you that interview already don't stay so close it's dangerous and theyre like ok sure but u gotta take off ur mask and osamu's like ok not happening so whenever theres reports of osamu fighting snkm are there ready with drinks or food or w/e LMAO and eventually atsumu sees spiderman on the news but it's like hey. i haven't been doing those things. and then it's like why does this scrub get an article before Me (osamuvoice: STOP HANGING AROUND YER NEIGHBOUR and pick up more jobs) (osamuvoice: we're literally the same thing / atsumuvoice: but You got interviewed. where can i find this journalist) so at some point snkm meet atsumu and its like oh this isn't our usual spiderman. (it's free fodder for suna to write about. especially after he finds in the pictures of osamu/atsumu their suits share a slight difference aka the webbing pattern is either silver/gold respectively)

skts time: omi is atsumu's neighbour and well. [insert canon typical skts here: it starts when omi walks out of an elevator that atsumu is entering and then his interest is very much piqued LOL] but one time while fighting he gets really badly injured and straight up passes out on omi's doorstep at like 11pm and omi's about to take out the trash when he straight up sees. atsumu half dead on the floor. and omi cleans his wounds using that large antiseptic collection of his. this turns into omi being the only person apart from osamu who knows his identity etc...... there's a few directions i can imagine it heading from there either their friendship has been Building Up to the wound tending (and confession) or from there atsumu just goes over to get his injuries fixed instead of sleeping them off as he usually does. point being they get together. omi sees suna's article at some point perhaps and puts two and two together so he knows also that osamu is spiderman. now he goes over to komori and suna's apartment with their detective mystery corkboard and red string of all the spiderman identity related clues and finds it funny. if only a little bit.

i honestly dont know where to go from here I just. ossnkm endgame. i just think they keep meeting up with osamu and keep meeting up with each other. perhaps the catalyst is omi asking komori to meet the miya twins. perhaps komori brings suna along because. yeah maybe they've been spending too much time looking at spidermen. perhaps its because snkm's corkboard of clues starts to look more like a list of reasons to fall in love with this spiderman. cooks. cares deeply for the people he's close to. looks extremely cool in his suit and even when he's strangling the life out of alien creature. or zapping webs to immobilise someone. or swinging across buildings. carries himself like a normal civilian until disaster strikes. until even at work oikawa is teasing him like hows ur rendezvous with our neighbourhood spiderman.

i do want to twist this into hostage situation with suna and komori because perhaps. perhaps osamu brings them food as well (#onigiri) and delivers it to their apartment one time but some antagonist is watching and kidnaps snkm. forces osamu to choose between one of them. osamu has two hands to shoot webs from to catch them. send tweet i don't think this is coherent

ossnkm/skts spiderman au where the miya twins are spidermen duo.....