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[anomia-sama]

I just saw the last episode and he's so handsome! I really want to write about him again.

HI !! i just found your blog and followed and i'm so excited to read your works !!!!! i was wondering i could get a scenario (in english!) about Saigiku Jōno falling in love with a regular civilian (someone without an ability)? and his s/o is the opposite of him, very sweet and naive. i think it'd be really interesting to read about this!!!

thank you so much and have a good day/night!! take care ♥️♥️

Hi dear, thank you so so soooo much for your kind words, I really hope you would accept my sincere apologies for making you wait so long. Unfortunately I had a bad moment in my life, so I neglected for a while this blog, but now I'm here and I want to start from your LOVELY request! I love Jōno, he's one of my favorite characters and I crave writing about him! I hope you enjoy it. <3

Pairing: Jōno Saigiku x Reader

Warning: Gender neutral reader (they/them), probably uncorrect english, Jōno being Jōno.

Notes: It's a bit longer then I expected (it's more a one-shot than a scenario, btw), but I was inspired! It was hard to describe the way he fell in love without any visual expression, but I tried my best. Y/N is a florist!

✦ Lilac ✦

Your first meeting was a mere coincidence.

It was an early summer afternoon and Jōno was walking down the street leading to the Hunting Dogs headquarter, perfect as always in his uniform and in his calm but rhythmical, elegant, proud pace. He was so upset, arguing with Tetchō-san about how disgusting was the idea to eat butter cookies with mayo on top, and then he suddenly sensed something new. He knew that street pretty well: smells, voices, sounds, people, he walked up and down that road so many times it had no secrets for him. But that day... that day something different caught his attention, strong enough to interrupt him from harshly scolding Tetchō-san. There was a new fragrance in the air, a caress to his heightened senses, a sweet and intoxicating scent. Jasmine, yes. The bold, unmistakeable and intense smell of jasmine flowers. But also... pink geraniums, so delicate, and roses too. A pleasant symphony of lilies and delphinium. He stopped his walk, slowly tilting his head toward the source of that beautiful smell.

 «...You need flowers?» Tetchō-san asked, confused.

 «What?»

 «You stopped in front of the new flower shop.»

 «I know where the hell I stopped, shut up.»

The new flower shop, huh? It was the only one in the entire neighborhood and the crowd around the little store (Jōno heard an annoying interweaving of voices and heartbeats) showed how well it was welcomed by the inhabitants. But there was still something out of tune in that moltitude of environmental stimuli, something he didn't fully understand. A peaceful heartbeat, different from the others, a deep scent that had nothing to do with flowers. He heard a crystal-clear laughter, the most lovely sound he heard in a while, and then some hesitant steps getting closer and closer. When you talked to him, his brain went blank for a second o two.

And that was the scariest thing he ever felt in his young yet dangerous life.

 «Good afternoon, sir.»

Your voice pierced his mind and then exploded in his nerves. His hearing was delicate and sharp, he always said everything has it's own internal music: an interweaving of tones, rhythms, vocal inclinations that defines its pleasantness. Your voice was something out of any competition. It was an auditory paradise.

«I'm glad to meet you, people here keep talking about you. Since it is the open day, please, accept this as a little gift. I hope to see you soon in my shop, I'll wait for you.»

You put something in his and Tetchō's hands, and Jōno was sure you were smiling (he just felt it, like a shiver down his spine), then you went back to your customers. He was totally unreadable, in that moment, an inscrutable mask on his face, a calm attitude despite the strange feeling he was experiencing. He just approached your gift to his nose, gently holding it in his fingers, and deep inhaled.

 «A white rose. It's nice.» Tetchō-san commented.

A white rose. His mind ran fast.

Purity. Innocence. Reverence. Humilty.

Flower language never fails.

«Yeah, nice. Let's go, we're late.»

Jōno started walking again, but for a second a soft smile, so distant from his usual grin, appeared on his soft lips.

******

It’s been exactly six weeks since that day.

And today is the day.

Jōno sits all by himself in a lonely table at his favourite cafè. Goddamn, he loves that place. It's never too crowded, so he can rest his head in peace, they have his favourite coffee, some desserts he truly likes, and it's right in front of the flower shop. He doesn't wear his uniform, today, he took some free days after a long and difficult hunt. Well, it was an interesting hunt, he enjoyed every single moment of it and had a lot of fun torturing his prey, but now he really needs some time to recharge. He needs to stay away from his work environment, from the stress the other Hunting Dogs use to cause him, and as close as possible to something pleasant. He doesn't stalk you, he really doesn't. He genuinely likes to sit in that cafè and hear you talk with your customers, laugh with them, chant while you water the flowers. Listening to the variation of your heartbeat and of your breath jut makes him feel in peace. But today it will be different.

Today is the day, yes.

He finishes his coffee slowly, then he leaves a generous tip on the table and patiently wait for the moment you greet your last customer, before heading to the flower store. His entry is marked by the soft sound of his hearring, and he can hear you murmur something to a bouquet of peonies. He chuckles quietly, thinking it's kinda cute, but you notice him and Jōno can clearly hear your heart beating suddenly faster. He embarassed you, huh?

«Good... good evening, sir, I didn't hear you coming, my apologies!»

But Jōno isn't upset at all. He slowly walks with elegant pace among the flowers and his fingers soflty caresses some purple orchids. He's so calm, so unreachable, so ethereal...

«Is it true? Does speaking to plants help them grow faster?»

You violently blush at his insidious question. You hide your face behind a hand and laugh.

«I swear, sir, I don't always talk to my flowers. But I'm always alone here, sometimes it happens. Anyways, if you really want to know it, yes: showing plant some love and care make it grow stronger and faster, sir.»

The Hunting Dog listens to you silently, charmed by the way you talk about your work and flowers. He show you an enigmatic smile, leisurely reaching the counter.

«Jōno Saigiku. "Sir" sounds a bit too formal.»

He can't see your face but he feels that old shiver running down his spine: he's sure you're smiling again.

«Nice to officially meet you, Jōno-san. I'm Y/N L/N. How may I help you?»

It's not a surprise, but he already knows your name. Again, he's not a stalker, but find secrets and information is a crucial part of his job, so he's pretty good at it. He think nice names fit nice persons, anyways he wisely decides to keep it to himself; Jōno's not comfortable yet with such gentle thoughts about someone so he just smiles and patiently crosses his arm. It's the first time he's alone with you, and you're so close your perfume dulls his senses. Once again his mind goes blank for a second or two and once again he's terrified.

You have in your soft hands a terrible, dangerous weapon.

«Lilac. I need a bouquet of magenta lilac. The prettiest you have, thank you.»

Before you can even move, he already puts some money on the counter. Maybe he's in a hurry, you think, so you're pretty fast to react.

«Of course.»

You disappear for a minute in the backroom and come back with a huge pot of fresh and fragrant lilac. Well, he asked for the prettiest flowers you have and that's exactly what you offer him. You start selecting the best flowers right in front of him and braid them with skilled hands, creating a lovely bouquet in a few seconds. He just listens to you: the way you move your hands, the way you caress every single corolla to find the best one, the way you use your mental scheme and creativity to realize something new. Your heartbeat is so calm it almost sounds like a lullaby.

«Is this for... someone special?»

You ask hesitantly, breaking the silence between you. You don't want to seem too nosey, you're genuinely curious about that man. Does he have a significant one in his life? A partner? A family?

«Maybe. I'm trying to figure it out.»

His answer is laconic, but the grin on his lips make your stomach hurt for a second.

«Well, if it's for someone "maybe" special, let's add a ribbon. What color?»

«I don't know. Any suggestion?»

«I'm not reliable, I would put yellow everywhere. It's my favourite color.»

«Yellow is good.»

You smile at him, and even if he can't see your smile he feels that shiver again. Then, with a satisfy and proud expression on your face, you put a yellow ribbon around the bouquet and you offer it to the young soldier behind the counter.

«Here. The prettiest lilac in town -and trust me, they truly are- with the prettiest yellow ribbon for someone maybe special. I hope they will be happy to recieve such a lovely bouquet.»

He stands in front of you, but against all expectations he didn't take the flowers. Jōno just approaches his face to the bouquet and deep inhales its intoxicating scent. His left index glides through the petals in a gentle touch, a slow and quiet study of your masterpiece that ends with a smile.

«Perfect. You truly are a natural, y/n-san.»

He feels proud of himself whe he hears you holding your breath for a moment. You truly are sensitive to praises, he will remember it (oh yes, he will). Keeping his back straigh, then, Jōno waves his hand in your direction and steps back from the counter.

«Well, I think it's a goodbye. 'Till the next bouquet, of course. It was a pleasure, y/n-san.»

He carefully articulates your name before turning his back and slowly walk away. But your voice suddenly stops him, loud and worried.

«Wait, Jōno-san! Your bouquet.»

You tend your arms holding lilacs in his direction, but he suddenly raises his left hand to interrupt you. You can see an enigmatic smile reflected in the showcase of your flower store.

«No need to worry. I think my lilac bouquet already reached the right person.»

And then he walks out of the door, leaving you confused and surprised at the same time. You hold the bouquet to your chest, an intense frown on your face, and the meaning of his action suddenly hits you with the force of a typhoon.

Lilac. A new love.

You smile.

Yes, flower language truly never fails.

[anomia-sama]

Guess who's working on a new, exiting Jōno request~?

Stay tuned!

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HI !! i just found your blog and followed and i'm so excited to read your works !!!!! i was wondering i could get a scenario (in english!) about Saigiku Jōno falling in love with a regular civilian (someone without an ability)? and his s/o is the opposite of him, very sweet and naive. i think it'd be really interesting to read about this!!!

thank you so much and have a good day/night!! take care ♥️♥️

Hi dear, thank you so so soooo much for your kind words, I really hope you would accept my sincere apologies for making you wait so long. Unfortunately I had a bad moment in my life, so I neglected for a while this blog, but now I'm here and I want to start from your LOVELY request! I love Jōno, he's one of my favorite characters and I crave writing about him! I hope you enjoy it. <3

Pairing: Jōno Saigiku x Reader

Warning: Gender neutral reader (they/them), probably uncorrect english, Jōno being Jōno.

Notes: It's a bit longer then I expected (it's more a one-shot than a scenario, btw), but I was inspired! It was hard to describe the way he fell in love without any visual expression, but I tried my best. Y/N is a florist!

✦ Lilac ✦

Your first meeting was a mere coincidence.

It was an early summer afternoon and Jōno was walking down the street leading to the Hunting Dogs headquarter, perfect as always in his uniform and in his calm but rhythmical, elegant, proud pace. He was so upset, arguing with Tetchō-san about how disgusting was the idea to eat butter cookies with mayo on top, and then he suddenly sensed something new. He knew that street pretty well: smells, voices, sounds, people, he walked up and down that road so many times it had no secrets for him. But that day... that day something different caught his attention, strong enough to interrupt him from harshly scolding Tetchō-san. There was a new fragrance in the air, a caress to his heightened senses, a sweet and intoxicating scent. Jasmine, yes. The bold, unmistakeable and intense smell of jasmine flowers. But also... pink geraniums, so delicate, and roses too. A pleasant symphony of lilies and delphinium. He stopped his walk, slowly tilting his head toward the source of that beautiful smell.

 «...You need flowers?» Tetchō-san asked, confused.

 «What?»

 «You stopped in front of the new flower shop.»

 «I know where the hell I stopped, shut up.»

The new flower shop, huh? It was the only one in the entire neighborhood and the crowd around the little store (Jōno heard an annoying interweaving of voices and heartbeats) showed how well it was welcomed by the inhabitants. But there was still something out of tune in that moltitude of environmental stimuli, something he didn't fully understand. A peaceful heartbeat, different from the others, a deep scent that had nothing to do with flowers. He heard a crystal-clear laughter, the most lovely sound he heard in a while, and then some hesitant steps getting closer and closer. When you talked to him, his brain went blank for a second o two.

And that was the scariest thing he ever felt in his young yet dangerous life.

 «Good afternoon, sir.»

Your voice pierced his mind and then exploded in his nerves. His hearing was delicate and sharp, he always said everything has it's own internal music: an interweaving of tones, rhythms, vocal inclinations that defines its pleasantness. Your voice was something out of any competition. It was an auditory paradise.

«I'm glad to meet you, people here keep talking about you. Since it is the open day, please, accept this as a little gift. I hope to see you soon in my shop, I'll wait for you.»

You put something in his and Tetchō's hands, and Jōno was sure you were smiling (he just felt it, like a shiver down his spine), then you went back to your customers. He was totally unreadable, in that moment, an inscrutable mask on his face, a calm attitude despite the strange feeling he was experiencing. He just approached your gift to his nose, gently holding it in his fingers, and deep inhaled.

 «A white rose. It's nice.» Tetchō-san commented.

A white rose. His mind ran fast.

Purity. Innocence. Reverence. Humilty.

Flower language never fails.

«Yeah, nice. Let's go, we're late.»

Jōno started walking again, but for a second a soft smile, so distant from his usual grin, appeared on his soft lips.

******

It’s been exactly six weeks since that day.

And today is the day.

Jōno sits all by himself in a lonely table at his favourite cafè. Goddamn, he loves that place. It's never too crowded, so he can rest his head in peace, they have his favourite coffee, some desserts he truly likes, and it's right in front of the flower shop. He doesn't wear his uniform, today, he took some free days after a long and difficult hunt. Well, it was an interesting hunt, he enjoyed every single moment of it and had a lot of fun torturing his prey, but now he really needs some time to recharge. He needs to stay away from his work environment, from the stress the other Hunting Dogs use to cause him, and as close as possible to something pleasant. He doesn't stalk you, he really doesn't. He genuinely likes to sit in that cafè and hear you talk with your customers, laugh with them, chant while you water the flowers. Listening to the variation of your heartbeat and of your breath jut makes him feel in peace. But today it will be different.

Today is the day, yes.

He finishes his coffee slowly, then he leaves a generous tip on the table and patiently wait for the moment you greet your last customer, before heading to the flower store. His entry is marked by the soft sound of his hearring, and he can hear you murmur something to a bouquet of peonies. He chuckles quietly, thinking it's kinda cute, but you notice him and Jōno can clearly hear your heart beating suddenly faster. He embarassed you, huh?

«Good... good evening, sir, I didn't hear you coming, my apologies!»

But Jōno isn't upset at all. He slowly walks with elegant pace among the flowers and his fingers soflty caresses some purple orchids. He's so calm, so unreachable, so ethereal...

«Is it true? Does speaking to plants help them grow faster?»

You violently blush at his insidious question. You hide your face behind a hand and laugh.

«I swear, sir, I don't always talk to my flowers. But I'm always alone here, sometimes it happens. Anyways, if you really want to know it, yes: showing plant some love and care make it grow stronger and faster, sir.»

The Hunting Dog listens to you silently, charmed by the way you talk about your work and flowers. He show you an enigmatic smile, leisurely reaching the counter.

«Jōno Saigiku. "Sir" sounds a bit too formal.»

He can't see your face but he feels that old shiver running down his spine: he's sure you're smiling again.

«Nice to officially meet you, Jōno-san. I'm Y/N L/N. How may I help you?»

It's not a surprise, but he already knows your name. Again, he's not a stalker, but find secrets and information is a crucial part of his job, so he's pretty good at it. He think nice names fit nice persons, anyways he wisely decides to keep it to himself; Jōno's not comfortable yet with such gentle thoughts about someone so he just smiles and patiently crosses his arm. It's the first time he's alone with you, and you're so close your perfume dulls his senses. Once again his mind goes blank for a second or two and once again he's terrified.

You have in your soft hands a terrible, dangerous weapon.

«Lilac. I need a bouquet of magenta lilac. The prettiest you have, thank you.»

Before you can even move, he already puts some money on the counter. Maybe he's in a hurry, you think, so you're pretty fast to react.

«Of course.»

You disappear for a minute in the backroom and come back with a huge pot of fresh and fragrant lilac. Well, he asked for the prettiest flowers you have and that's exactly what you offer him. You start selecting the best flowers right in front of him and braid them with skilled hands, creating a lovely bouquet in a few seconds. He just listens to you: the way you move your hands, the way you caress every single corolla to find the best one, the way you use your mental scheme and creativity to realize something new. Your heartbeat is so calm it almost sounds like a lullaby.

«Is this for... someone special?»

You ask hesitantly, breaking the silence between you. You don't want to seem too nosey, you're genuinely curious about that man. Does he have a significant one in his life? A partner? A family?

«Maybe. I'm trying to figure it out.»

His answer is laconic, but the grin on his lips make your stomach hurt for a second.

«Well, if it's for someone "maybe" special, let's add a ribbon. What color?»

«I don't know. Any suggestion?»

«I'm not reliable, I would put yellow everywhere. It's my favourite color.»

«Yellow is good.»

You smile at him, and even if he can't see your smile he feels that shiver again. Then, with a satisfy and proud expression on your face, you put a yellow ribbon around the bouquet and you offer it to the young soldier behind the counter.

«Here. The prettiest lilac in town -and trust me, they truly are- with the prettiest yellow ribbon for someone maybe special. I hope they will be happy to recieve such a lovely bouquet.»

He stands in front of you, but against all expectations he didn't take the flowers. Jōno just approaches his face to the bouquet and deep inhales its intoxicating scent. His left index glides through the petals in a gentle touch, a slow and quiet study of your masterpiece that ends with a smile.

«Perfect. You truly are a natural, y/n-san.»

He feels proud of himself whe he hears you holding your breath for a moment. You truly are sensitive to praises, he will remember it (oh yes, he will). Keeping his back straigh, then, Jōno waves his hand in your direction and steps back from the counter.

«Well, I think it's a goodbye. 'Till the next bouquet, of course. It was a pleasure, y/n-san.»

He carefully articulates your name before turning his back and slowly walk away. But your voice suddenly stops him, loud and worried.

«Wait, Jōno-san! Your bouquet.»

You tend your arms holding lilacs in his direction, but he suddenly raises his left hand to interrupt you. You can see an enigmatic smile reflected in the showcase of your flower store.

«No need to worry. I think my lilac bouquet already reached the right person.»

And then he walks out of the door, leaving you confused and surprised at the same time. You hold the bouquet to your chest, an intense frown on your face, and the meaning of his action suddenly hits you with the force of a typhoon.

Lilac. A new love.

You smile.

Yes, flower language truly never fails.

[anomia-sama]

Right in my feels, yeah.

Shoko’s Birthday! 

07/11/2021

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I'm in tears, please, this is so perfect! I totally forgot how to breath!

“Ok.”

Maki from the last chapter of Jujutsu Kaisen, ch.151. He knocked out Naoya with one punch. The homage to Saitama from One Punch Man was a must.

Thanks to @anomia-sama for the idea.

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grow up.

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Hell yeah.

REBLOG IF IT IS OKAY TO COME INTO YOUR INBOX AND SAY THE RANDOMEST SHIT I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH YOU.

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How do they kiss? | First Year version [Pt.1]

Pairing: Yuji Itadori x Reader; Megumi Fushiguro x Reader.

Warnings: Gender neutral reader (they/them), probably uncorrect english, swearing, make out mentioned.

Notes: Have you ever wondered how do our beloved sorcerers kiss their s/o? This is the first part of three (or maybe four) headcanon in pills full of kisses, smoochies, tenderness and maybe a little bit of spices! I hope you'll enjoy it!

◈ ━━━━━━━ Headcanon in pills ━━━━━━━ ◈

Itadori Yuji – Enthusiastic kiss.

This boy is full of energy. So, when he kisses you, he does it in a very energetic way.

It usually happens out of the blue while you both are joking around or watching a boring movie, he just grabs your waist and firmly presses his lips against yours with a smile on his face.

He never starts with just a peck, if Yuji wants to kiss you, he’s careful to do it properly and in a very passionate way.

At first he just takes his time tasting your lips in rough, greedy and quite ardent movements, his eyes are fully closed in pleasure and your bodies are really close. He’s a bit inexperienced, but he learns fast and he soon understands how you like to be kissed.

Pecks generally come later, between a kiss and another. He starts smooching all over your face, genuinely laughing and whispering mellifluous nothings in your ear. How adorable you are, how he likes your smell, how addicted he is to the taste of your lips.

He is very very touchy, so his hands usually wander almost everywhere: they cup your cheeks, then hold your waist, then caress your shoulders, he just feels the need to touch you and hold you thight while he kisses you.

Yuji has a loooot of stamina. So, make out session with him can be quite long, but satisfying.

Sometimes Sukuna pops up on his cheek with a very annoyed tone: “Didn’t you get enough, brat? It’s disgusting.”

That’s exactly the moment Yuji’s face violently turns red, he yells at the King of Curses about minding his own business and you start laughing. It’s always, always the same old story.

“Hello, Sukuna.” You say.

“Fuck off.”

Fushiguro Megumi – Soft kiss.

You can easily understand when Megumi is planning to kiss you: he always starts staring at you with a growing interest, especially in your silent and quite moment. When you rest together, for example, or reading in the same room.

You can feel his blue eyes caressing your face, his gaze become deeper and deeper, it persistently descends on your lips. He looks like a predator faking disinterest in his potential prey. Be careful, if you accidentally bite or lick your own lips while he’s staring at them, you can kill him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a soft smile. He slowly shakes his head and smiles back at you, but instantly looks away. He gets embarrassed quite easily.

“Nothing. Just… you’re beautiful, you know?” he asks in a flustered whisper.

“You’re beautiful too, Megumi.”

You can see his eyes widen and a lovely pinkish shade on his cheeks. Fushiguro doesn’t know how to handle your compliments, the best he can do is to blush and avoid your gaze almost breathless.

“You really mean it?” He asks.

“I do.”

Just a second later he gently cups your cheek with his left hand, and his lips brush yours in an extremely slow kiss. He’s so soft, so delicate while he kisses you, his thin lips are exactly like butterfly wings. Sometimes he hesitates, just to look at you with half-closed eyes, quietly enjoying your scent. He stays there, just a few millimeters from your sweet mouth, just long enough to inhale your breath.

His deliberate slowness is like a bittersweet torture. Megumi seems to barely taste your lips, he plays with your desire and studies your reactions. You can feel the warmth of his breath and skin, his intoxicating cologne, the growing tension between you.

He just leads you to the edge of madness, before passionately kissing you properly, exactly the way you like most.

[anomia-sama]

My heart can't handle this ❤️

“5 things I thought before I met you“ Dazai x reader

Sometimes, I wish I could disappear into a void. Somewhere far where I can clear my thoughts. Somewhere safe, like for example-

1. I avoid physical contact “It’s alright. Everything’s alright. - Dazai hugs you while your face rested on his chest. - I see you do not handle alcohol very well, belladonna.”

Dazai chuckles while patting your head. “It feels safe in your arms, Osamu.”- your voice sounds heavy because you have pressed your face against his chest, and yet Dazai heard it well. You called him by his name, which left Dazai a bit surprised. 

He smiles while tightening the grip around you, pulling you closer to his embrace. “I’m here for you, love.” - like a whisper dancing around your ears, unknowingly you smiled, raising your head to meet his eyes.

2. Kissing is disgusting.

“Osamu, - you say breathily, - will you let me kiss you?” Although you were drunk, you still asked for consent which made Dazai smile.

“You don’t even have to ask but, - Dazai caresses your cheek. - do you really want to not even remember our first kiss? You’re barely standing on your feet.”

“You’re right. - you agree, but your eyes are fixated on his neck. You raise a bit and kiss his neck, to which Dazai almost surrenders.

“Belladonna, - he takes small pauses while struggling to control himself. - We really shouldn’t-

Running your fingers through his hair, every kiss on his skin leaves Dazai with immense pleasure. Maybe it’s just coincidence, but you managed to touch all his sensitive places without giving much thought.

“Wow. - Dazai smiles. - Who knew you also had a side like this?”

3. Love doesn’t exist.

“Osamu, - you stop for a moment to meet Dazai’s eyes who were filled with half passion and half were empty, as usual. - I’m in love with you.”

Dazai wasn’t sure if it was you or the alcohol talking. But, once he meets your eyes, he stares into them, trying to figure you out.

“Belladonna, you can’t love me, - he cups your cheek while holding your hand.- I’m not a man of love.”

“To me, you are love itself.”- you answer, eyes slowly shutting down from exhaustion.

4. I trust nobody

“Belladonna, - Dazai’s left surprised by your confession. - I should take you home.”

“Osamu, - he became accustomed to you calling his name. - please do take me home.”

Dazai chuckles at you, who a few days ago refused him to even walk you home.

5. Love can not change people.

“Come inside. - you grab Dazai’s hand but he stays still. - Come, Osamu.” “I’d rather not love, the alcohol is getting the better of you.”- Chances are that he wouldn’t resist so he chooses not even to enter in your apartament.

“Alright then, - you lightly punch his arm. - You’re always like this, so stubborn.” Dazai chuckles, then you meet his eyes.

“I love you.”- those were the last words you said to him that evening, which kept repeating in his head all night long.

Dazai caresses your cheek with a subtle smile. 

“I love you too.”- though you didn’t hear him, his voice came out soft like a piano melody, his eyes softened and there were filled with love. All of them.

Love doesn’t change people you said but yet, it changed you completely, as the things you thought and believed before, were all lonely lies.

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I truly missed picrew stuff ❤️

And this is a real outfit I currently use. So nice!

Tag: @rinkunwritesstuff @sodium-noodles @povery @lovequeenofdiamonds and everyone who wants to join us!

Starting on of those picrew things ❤️

@starkidstan @nejire-chans-vibing @koipoolz @tamarinstudios

oh also anyone who wants to (sorry I didn’t add that)

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You are so special ❤️

to everyone who’s ever said something kind about my work: you help me get through the day. thank you.

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Oh, my boy... 💔

No one ordered Kaeya angst but I want to draw angsty facial expressions so

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Holy mother of slimes...

High ponytail kaeya please

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My my...

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Yup!

Reblog if its okay to message you on anon until I am comfortable enough to reveal myself to you

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Birthday boy!

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I'm low-key in love.

Naoya Zenin has beautiful hair … 

but what will her original color be? Which of these combinations do you like best?