michael-hoshino

[michael-hoshino]

And then when I want to write that down, I forget everything 😭

[michael-hoshino]

i could fuck a thunderstorm if i really put my mind to it

[michael-hoshino]

I have the potential of having the most popular oc x canon of Marc Snuffy in the Blue Lock fandom? Yeah, I like to think I do

I have the will and the desire to make a detailed comic of the lore that I made about it?... Well... No, clearly not

And I have no desire of being known now, so maybe in the future, once everything gets better mhmm~

[michael-hoshino]

LMAO GUESS WHOS BACK

SAE ITOSHI!!! (and me)

[michael-hoshino]

I think there needs to be more ryusae in this world

[michael-hoshino]

happy pride month

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[michael-hoshino]

more blue lock little guys!!! freak cultivation soccer anime i adore you

[michael-hoshino]

Pow!

[michael-hoshino]

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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GUYS REMEMBER THIS IM A DAY ONE FAN OF HIS OKAY LIKE IDC HOW EVIL THIS MAN TURNS OUT TO BE OR HOW FRUITY HE IS LIKE IM ALL HIS😈

[michael-hoshino]

Some bacl studies except i'm not finishing the kaiser one 😂

[michael-hoshino]

kunigiri!! Hell yeah!!

[michael-hoshino]

Hooked up with a British guy once and he said "awh that's propah" while I ate his ass

[michael-hoshino]

pov you interrupt aryu mid-game

[michael-hoshino]

Roommates Wanted! fem!reader x s. ryusei late night talking

summary: shidou expected to have the night alone, yet there you were to mess up his plans.

tags and themes: roommates au, shidou and reader-centric, late nights, comfort, shidou being vulnerable, reader seeing that he's more hesitant, drawings, markers, just shidou being the artist that he is, very ooc (don't hate. we all like to read shidou being soft at least once)

author's notes: we're stepping into the interaction territory! I'm glad I'm starting with Shidou. Out of the three, he's someone who keeps more to himself and would slowly open up to you if he's given the chance and if he feels safe. Aahhk!! Excited for you to read this! It's a little shorter, but meh! As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated!

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It was already late at night as you were curled up at the far end of the couch, a loose blanket wrapped over your shoulders and a cup of tea in your hands, when you heard a creak of a door opening. As you glanced up to look at the source of the sound, you saw him there.

Shidou stood by the hallway, hair down and tousled, eyes wide for a second like a kid caught sneaking into a cookie jar. He had a sketchbook tucked protectively under his arm and a zipped bag full of rattling markers hanging from his hand. “I thought everyone was asleep,” he said as he shifted his weight.

“I thought so, too,” you replied, giving him a soft smile. Your eyes landed on what he had with him, and you raised your brows at him. “You draw?” you asked him, not teasing or anything. Just asking out of pure curiosity and surprise.

Shidou shrugged as he quietly entered the living room, slowly… carefully… like this man wasn’t so loud and explosive at the gym during his classes. He looked away as he stopped there, just a few steps from you, jaw clenched. “Helps me think.”

You watched him act more hesitant around you, like this was something he didn’t expect anyone to find out. He wasn’t acting cocky or making you laugh. He was genuinely looking… so vulnerable in this light.

“... Is it okay if I draw here?” He asked, swinging the hand that held his bag of markers. “I can go back if-”

“Are you seriously asking me that right now?” you chuckled. “I should be the one asking you if you’re comfortable with me here while you draw.”

Shidou blinked, then relaxed. “You have a point.”

You watched him settle on the carpeted floor as he unzipped the bag and spilled a few markers in front of him. Shidou opened his sketchbook at a blank page, as if trying not to reveal any of his works to your curious eyes. He picked out the markers he planned to use: electric pinks, neon greens, a few darker colors that you assumed were blacks, purples, and blues. And then…

“Draw me,” you joked as you scoffed softly. Shidou glanced back at you, as if you had said something absurd. “What?” he asked.

“Draw me, Shidou,” you repeated, your voice now turning soft yet serious. “That is… if it’s okay with you.”

“You serious?” he asked again, tilting his head at you. You shrugged. “Why not?”

Without a word, Shidou bent over his sketchbook, uncapped one of his markers, and started to work. He didn’t speak, didn’t laugh or joke. He didn’t look up at you again except for sharp glances as he took in your details more seriously, memorizing them: the slope of your nose, the curve of your cheeks, the way your legs were folded under you as your sat comfortable with your blanket, how you cradled your chin on your hand. All that could be heard in those ticking seconds was the sound of felt-tip markers against paper, sharp and sure.

It was maybe about twenty minutes when you heard him tearing the page off of his sketchbook, and when you glanced down, he was handing the sketch over to you, the paper face down. “Here,” he murmured, looking away.

You carefully took the paper from him, and when you flipped it, you were met with the most unique rendition of yourself. It was… messy, artistically. Bold. Pink everywhere. Some of the lines didn’t quite match, but they were there for a reason, a loud harmony of every element on the sketch. Nonetheless, it was you. The way Shidou sees you in his artistic eyes. He has captured the softness in your eyes, the attitude, and the fire under the calm.

Chaotic, but cared for in every stroke.

“You’re good,” you spoke softly, genuinely. You heard Shidou scoff and uncapped a new marker to start another artwork. “Don’t tell the others.”

“Why not?”

This time, Shidou looked up at you with a crooked grin. There he is, you thought. “I like being the dumbass of the group. Lowers expectations.”

Then, you laughed. Warm, full, alive.

But Shidou… he looked at you for a beat longer than he should have. Because maybe, just maybe, someone knowing this part of him didn’t feel bad after all.

You made sure to frame his sketch and put it on your vanity, a reminder that someone sees you in colors.

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More text posts tabieita edition yippiee

[michael-hoshino]

the things id do just to know what it feels like to have snuffy's large warm hand rest on the nape of my neck while he engages in casual conversation with someone over the phone, absentmindedly thumbing the side of my neck in soothing strokes,,, the man has range and he has a way of making even the most mundane and domestic of experiences feel just as good as sex. i need him BAD