#yawakacanon

[honeyael]

does anyone celebrate their anniversary with a fictional character? oh, just me? well... here's a self-indulgent anniversary delusion fic 🥰 lower case intended! 500+ wc

cw: SPOILERS FOR SPIDER-MAN NO WAY HOME!

today marks another 365th day of us being together. some opt to celebrate with fancy dinners or a toast on a yacht. for us though, it's no way home and takeout. it's quite entertaining to watch toshi try to make sense of the movie. the way his eyebrows crease combined with his head tilting signals just that.

"it's just a movie, toshi. don't think too much about it." i reminded him.

"i guess if they have magic there then that's possible." he reasons to himself.

i believe love in little things. just like how mj held out peter's shirt right where his arms was so he can easily put it on and not be half-naked while distracting talking to aunt may. a second, blink and you'll miss it action that shows how much she cares for him. how in tune she is to his needs. how innate her love is that it's second nature.

"here, my love" he says, handing me a glass.

"thank you" i smiled at him. truly, i am grateful. i found my mj. a person who's love for me is second nature. i can sense it while sipping the half-cold half-roomtemp water just as he know i prefer. he knows how cold makes my teeth tingle in pain. he knows what i need.

"that dr. strange must've been wondering how long would he need to hold on."

though what he didn't know was how emotional the movie is. 'it's spider-man. they'll fight, he'll lose at first, he'll talk to somebody, learn something, and beat the villain.' he probably thought. well now, his sleeve is damp because of my tears. it's not my fault that the desperation on zendaya's face while trying to find a way to not forget peter is making my tear gates burst open.

like how mj hates magic, i hate goodbyes. and i hope to never say those words to him. the thought of toshi forgetting who i am is terrifying. before i could make myself cry even further, i heard him speak.

i couldn't help the tears this time but not because of sadness, no. his comment came out of nowhere and during an emotional scene at that. him being the ushijima wakatoshi that he is, is wondering about the greater things.

"why are you laughing? he's holding the universe. that must be extremely hard." he defended.

"yes, it is. i just didn't expect that." i say as i catch my breath, stomach sore from laughter.

"i made you smile" he focuses on me, his eyes examining my features as if committing it to memory, like he's to forget.

"actually, that was a laugh, my love." i do the same, feeling time and space bend and stop.

it's just us.

in our home.

surrounded by half-eaten food.

feeling the time nearing, the two characters sealed goodbyes and promises of meeting again with a kiss as we did. if we were to forget, i know i'd be broken. but i see it as a chance to fall in love with him over again. like the first time. like how it was years ago.

with ifs aside, today is a day i won't forget. another year of us together. another year grateful i found my way to you, my home.

happy second anniversary to my beloved 🫶 thank u for reading this btw pff this acc was dead for a while. i am cooking something in google docs tho and ofc it's a toshi fic. hopefully i get it done soon <33 (it's a series this time hhehhe)

[honeyael]

ushijima brainrot is here again

it's a day before finals and for the last week, wakatoshi and i had been pretty busy because of it. not having practice means that he'll have more time to spend either studying or practicing by himself like the ushijima wakatoshi he is. slumped with papers to learn, i haven't been able to spend time with him and he seems to caught on it.

"love, can we talk?" he asks, worry lacing his usual stoic features.

"um... yeah, i think so. is there something wrong?" i say as i look up to see his eyebrows scrunching thinking of the right words.

"you... you haven't called me 'my toshi' or 'my baby' for the last week, have i done something wrong?" his eyes genuine. i couldn't help but giggle at the sight of 6"2 captain and ace volleyball player feared by his spikes asking why he wasn't called baby for the last week. but i wouldn't trade this moment for anything.

"hmm, is that so? i'm sorry my baby. was just busy lately. you want hugs?" i asked opening my arms which he gladly settled into.

"mm, thank you, love"

"anything for you, my toshi"

[honeyael]

more self-ship brainrots

there's nothing feels more domestic than after lunch hang-outs with toshi. dishes cleaned and put away, bright sunlight seeping through the curtains, cold afternoon breeze compensates the blazing sun, and of course, laying on wakatoshi's lap. faint voices of commentators were heard from the match he's watching while i lay and relish the moment.

"toshi?" i called out, breaking the comfortable silence.

"hmm?" he hummed pausing the video

"what made you decide that i'm the one you want to be with?"

"love? isn't that what the basis of romantic relationships?"

"mm yeah of course but other than love. what made you think 'ah yes she's the one' type of thing"

"oh, is that so? i haven't given that a thought." he paused.

"but i think it's that you understand me. some times you don't but you understand me enough that i know we can make our relationship work. i'm certain that whenever we have problems, we'll be able to fix it no matter how big or small."

it's these moments that remind me that wakatoshi is my home. he is and will forever be.

[honeyael]

more selfship brainrots; so, we had our research defense earlier and i just need ushi to say good job to me sobs

many months of frustration, near tear moments, and hard work paid off as a "thank you and congratulations to your study" was uttered. it calls for a celebration but a fancy dinner is not what i need.

"congratulations my love, you've done a very well job. you can relax now." wakatoshi assured. his features soft like the smile he has.

wrapped between his beefy arms, resting on his broad chest, surrounded by the scent of him. this is all the celebration i need.

[honeyael]

(a/n: welcome to my ushijima brainrots i love him sm)

home is not the one with couch pillows that needs to be washed, the one with unwashed dishes i thought would be gone when i arrived, the one with bed covers ready to be changed.

home is being enveloped by his scent, rough hands caressing my sides, fingers raking his hair while his head buried on my neck.

wakatoshi is home.