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[shampgyu]

noo we could make u a bambirrito !!! hehehe omg so cute 🥲☺️

HDJSHDJ BUT UR 2 CUTE AWW😭💔lemme lemme hug u through the screen i’m

[lupineshieldmaiden]

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[drugsneko]

[underachieverinlove]

[red-ghoulish-behaviour]

[floralgraveyard]

jiraiblr in a nutshell

[schizsou]

[mezzo-pianist]

mentally ill bitches logging onto tumblr the moment something goes wrong

[eternaparadise]

If you: Only support mental health when it's "cute" or "quirky"

You should try: Getting hit by a train.

[yamikawaa]

watching the blood drip from a fresh cvt is like therapy to me

[shampgyu]

your theme 🩵 so pretty

so is ursss🥹🩷

[lupineshieldmaiden]

guerlain muguet limited edition bottles

[drugsneko]

[underachieverinlove]

[towasuki]

i’m so happy the fact akaashi being canonically weird is getting attention. he is very nearly just an introverted version of bokuto

[kittenisstarstruck]

Hard Learner

Tsukishima sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he glanced at the clock. Two and a half hours. That’s how long you had been staring at the same set of notes, chewing on your lip in frustration, groaning every few minutes when something still didn’t click.

At first, he had been patient—explaining things in different ways, breaking it down step by step—but you? You were over it. Your brain felt like mush, the numbers blurring together, and at this point, you were convinced you’d never understand.

"Again," he said, his tone bordering on exasperated as he tapped his pen against the textbook. "Walk me through it."

You groaned dramatically, letting your head drop onto the desk. "Tsukki, I swear, if I look at one more equation, I’m going to combust."

He huffed out a laugh, leaning back in his chair. "That would be entertaining."

You turned your head to glare at him, and he smirked, clearly enjoying your suffering a little too much.

"You’re so mean," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "I’m really trying, but I just don’t get it."

He watched you for a moment, tapping a finger against his bottom lip. Then—just as you were about to give up entirely—he shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours.

"Alright," he murmured, his voice dropping just slightly. "Maybe we need a different approach."

You blinked, suddenly hyper-aware of the way his gaze had darkened, the teasing glint in his golden eyes making your stomach flip. "...Different how?"

Tsukishima leaned in, his fingers grazing the inside of your wrist before trailing up your arm, slow and deliberate. His touch sent a shiver up your spine, and you swallowed hard.

"Clearly," he mused, his breath fanning against your ear, "words aren’t working for you." His fingertips ghosted along your shoulder before slipping beneath the collar of your shirt, barely there, but enough to make your breath hitch.

You felt your cheeks heat. "T-Tsukki—"

"Shh." His smirk deepened as he traced lazy circles on your skin. "Maybe if I reward you for getting the right answers, you'll finally pay attention."

Your pulse quickened, your frustration with studying completely replaced by something else—something heady and electric.

"...You think that’ll help me focus?" you murmured, tilting your head slightly, giving him more room to touch.

His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face toward his. His eyes were lidded, his usual smirk softer, more dangerous.

"I know it will."

The textbook lay forgotten between you as Tsukishima leaned in, his lips brushing just barely against yours.

"Now," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement and something darker, "let's see how fast you can really learn."