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I've been writing a little bit every time I get bored. So I got five to six wips of Kai Hiwatari suffering, because, well, I was bored...

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It was bound to happen: the phantom touch of my screen publishing without me finishing editing. My reaction time, as always, is zero lmao

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I don't have much to say about this. But the saga of my suffering with Kai Hiwatari's hair continues.

[4h31min]

Wip:

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Gotta say, I really like the way you stylized the hair of the boys in beyblade. Absolutely fantastic work

Aww thank you very much ~❀

It's almost always me struggling to make the whole thing look decent, it doesn't always work tho wahaha But I'm glad to read this (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

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God save me every time I see a frame of this boy smiling

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I'm just testing a brush, that's all... (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ - ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Nom nom

Note¹: I also had the complete pose through Easypose, but it was lost because I didn't save it and the tab reset 😞😞

Note²: I'm so sleepy because of the antihistamine, so a mimir

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I lost my gift for drawing. That's it, ladies and gentlemen 🌱

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Bryan and Ian coded

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I prefer the name Yuriy to Tala, but I absolutely love Boris's western version, Bryan. So it's always a stalemate when I'm writing ,_,

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When the fanfic you want to write receives at least four or five versions and you don't want to let go of any of them, even if they are the same thing...

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The feeling of wanting to draw so many things and failing at the first thing you deigned to try 🙌✨✨

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Mayblade 2025 - 22. Affection

Translation by the wonderful @adailytea, thank you very much, truly! ♡♡♡

Original on ao3

At the Neoborg complex, the morning began with the precision of a military clock. The training unit had been awake since before dawn. Cold lights flicked on in synchronized sectors, cameras rotated on their axes, murmured voices echoed off the concrete and steel walls. The building's hallways were silent that morning. All teams, veterans and rookies alike, were in position according to a strict schedule, with no room for even a breath out of line.

In a more secluded stadium, designated for the highest-ranking bladers, Kai trained with an obstinacy that bordered on self-destructive. Every movement was precise, every step measured, but his fingers bore small cuts, and his palms were already marked with dried blood. Not that he seemed to notice. Or care.

Boris was relatively distant, alternating between his own training and supervising a few rookies, but Dranzer’s direct strikes echoed loudly, so loudly he bet he could hear them even from the other side of the damn facility. He watched for a while, that blue blade almost ghostlike in the speed with which it weaved through the arena’s sharp, scattered obstacles. Sitting back on his heels, he observed Kai’s relentless drive with a touch of disdain, unyielding even in training.

In the cacophony of the training area, Boris found himself thinking how strangely Kai had remained with them, even after the recent events with Volkov. He had expected him to naturally drift back to them. But none of that happened, and every morning Kai was silently present in the corridors at the designated hours.

Boris was still watching him. They weren’t exactly friends. Nor rivals. Colleagues worked. Kai was the kind of person who always seemed on the verge of either disappearing or exploding, and Boris wasn’t sure what irritated him more: his constant indifference, or the fact that, despite it, and under very, very specific circumstances  - with strong emphasis on “specific” -, he was strangely reliable.

During a break, Boris got distracted for a moment, and a light cut traced across his face - more of a cosmetic scratch than a painful one, but enough to bruise his pride. In front of him, a trembling mass of a recruit on the verge of dissolving into panic was begging for forgiveness in shaky half-syllables. He cursed under his breath, doing his best to convince the boy that his death wasn’t nearly as imminent over such an unworthy scratch. Then he wiped it away with his sleeve. With a sigh, he turned his focus back to supervising. These brats needed to get their act together.

Kai was already seated not far away, quietly observing. Sweat dripped from his chin, and there were light scrapes on his hands and bare arms. He had felt the other’s gaze piercing into his back for at least five minutes. He didn’t care, really. It was incredibly common, especially from recruits. But not from Kuznetsov. Not him.

Rummaging through the pockets of his training pants in search of the beeping PDA, Kai found one of the many band-aids Max often gave him. A pink one, decorated with smiling little animals - probably penguins, or bunnies, or some other adorable and utterly ridiculous creature. He looked at it for a second. Then at Boris.

It was about time for a break, he had been there long before the first scheduled hour. With his own access card to the building's rooms, he often wandered in even before sunrise. With a relatively satisfied sigh and a subtle motion of his hand, Kai took Dranzer into his palm, fitting the rigid blue plastic between his fingers.

With slow steps and disinterested eyes, Kai walked toward Boris. There was a recruit nearby who looked about ready to faint, pale as a sheet of paper. Feeling the surface of the adhesive in his hand, Kai’s expression remained blank as he approached, his steps light as feathers. But Boris, still sweating and irritated, felt a faint chill of alertness.

“What?” he asked, suspicious.

Kai didn’t answer. He simply raised his hand and, without ceremony, stuck the band-aid over the scratch on Boris’s right cheek.

The touch was light. Quick. But strange.

Boris blinked.

“What the-?”

Kai shrugged, the corner of his mouth curling into an enigmatic nearly-smile.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, as if stating the most obvious fact in the world. Then, he headed straight for the exit as if nothing had happened.

Boris stood there, feeling the warmth of the colorful bandage on his face. He could swear he felt every eye on him - but no one said a word. Not Yuriy, who walked by with a water bottle and cast a curious glance. Not Sergei, who widened his eyes and then quickly looked away as if he hadn’t seen a thing. Not Ian, who swallowed a laugh before walking off.

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Later, after his shower, Boris was leaving the locker room with damp hair, zipping up a hoodie. In the mirror, he noticed the bandage was still there—perfectly stuck, even after getting wet. It was stupid, but surprisingly good quality. He could take it off, of course. Maybe he should. But he didn’t.

That night, when he got back to the dorms, Boris threw himself onto the bed, grabbed his phone, and opened the front camera. He looked at the bunny-patterned bandage.

He smiled, just a little. Not really sure why.

Bonus

At night, Yuriy reviewed the daily reports with the silent patience of a commander used to handling an unstable object. Having Ian’s reports typed was a good thing, it solved the problem of illegible handwriting. The new problem was called cohesion. He’d have to make the dwarf take some remedial writing lessons.

The next report was Boris’s, sixteen pages for each recruit from the morning, along with a note about documents and access requests. Yuriy was reminded of earlier that day.

When Kai approached Boris with that ridiculous band-aid, Yuriy already knew something unusual was about to happen. And yet, the scene still caught him off guard.

Kai, from the height of his meticulous apathy, sticking a pink band-aid with smiling bunnies onto Boris Kuznetsov’s cheek. It was one of those images the brain archives simply because it doesn’t know how to process it. Kai’s enigmatic aura clashed violently with the childish tone of the band-aid - and yet, there was something genuine about it.

Later that evening, Yuriy knocked lightly on Boris’s door, a pair of documents in hand. He found him in a hoodie, a worn-out flannel cloth in his hands, probably polishing his gear.

“Still wearing the band-aid?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Boris frowned.

“So what?”

“Nothing. I just found it... curious.” Yuriy crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly, studying his friend.

“He just... saw I was cut and slapped that thing on. Didn’t even say anything. Kai’s weird.”

“Yeah,” Yuriy replied with a faint smirk. “But you didn’t take it off.”

Boris shot the captain a sideways glare, then turned his eyes back to the mirror.

“I forgot. I’ve been busy.”

Yuriy gave him a look that clearly said ‘Sure you forgot’.

Boris huffed, tossed the flannel cloth aside, and muttered something in russian that sounded a lot like ‘go to hell’. But Yuriy just handed over the papers and walked off, still smiling.

Deep down, he knew. Kai Hiwatari never did anything by accident. And Boris... well, he could have taken it off. But he didn’t.

Yuriy made a mental note. It wasn’t something to interfere with.

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22- Affection

I also wrote something, but it's in my native language, sorry 😞😞

Bunnies 🥕

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I drew this a while ago, I always wanted to draw Ming-Ming 🌈

17. Song

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I'm going to be even busier soon. I'm obviously not looking forward to it. But every night I think about these two and it comforts me 🍵

I would have written a YuKa right now if I wasn't so damn indecisive

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I would have written a YuKa right now if I wasn't so damn indecisive

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Thank you for the tag @istan-idraw ☕

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

Last song: I listen to a lot of music all day long and of all kinds, yesterday I simply left it on autoplay. The last song I listened to was Kindred spirits (Evangelion 3.0).

Last movie: Puss in Boots 2, was worth waiting so long to watch the movie properly. I loved every second of it. (I may have shed a tear or two…)

Last book: Probably something related to university. It's been such a long time since I picked up a book to read for simple pleasure, what a shame.

Last TV show: I don't watch TV, so... Nothing to put here.

Sweet/savoury/spicy: I'm not sure what that means, but if I have to choose, I'll probably follow in my father's footsteps and get hypertension.

Relationship status: So damn single ✨✨

Last thing I googled: Apart from academic research, a japanese song whose lyrics/translation simply do not exist on the internet.

Looking forward to: Day off. And lunch.

Current obsession(s): BorKa, Beyond Evil (kdrama). Origami. My two beyblade OCs. (Fanfics I never write about either. I just think about them all the time. But I don't really write.)

No pressure tags 🍵: @ahemnaaaasebenyaaaa, @just-lexy, @syfien, @creanima, @tribius-art, @kuroinana, @itsbeen20years, @needfornostalgia, @erose-18, @deathycat