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( WELL those three seconds were fun, but I’m outtie. This blog is on hiatus indefinitely, and honestly if I do come back it’ll be next year in like August because I start my program soon so don’t hold your breath. Bye guys, it was very fun. But yes, I’m fine and good, just not up for Tumblr and all that it entails. So see ya! ) 

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gently strokes you

        Gasp.

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Nyello

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( rises from the dead )

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❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years... feed me shikkunnn ❜

        Yahaba stood, moving to the refrigerator to find something simple for him to make- it turned out that all they had was drinks. “Why would you neglect your neopet, Teru?” The setter turned to feign shock before throwing a jacket at his dormmate. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”

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❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜

       “Are you in a bad mood now?” The question was punctuated by a small, innocent-seeming grin as he leaned back at to eye the blond.

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( nap time )

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IM CRYING

SO IS YAHABA

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        There was a moment’s hesitation, the smallest blossom of regret for the destruction of whatever this prince thought he could have been. Slender fingers dance along pale, very NOBLE skin as lids fell just enough to look flirty. This was his job, but never had it felt this disgusting. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know who Yahaba is 

       “Yes- I can and no one will have any questions as to why either, but you might not like some of the implications it leads to.” Dark eyes flit around the room, bouncing from person to person- some staring at Yahaba with jealousy and some with disgust, as per usual. 

       “Have you figured out my role yet?” Perhaps it was interpersonal reflection or an illusion due to what Shigeru knew he felt, but the words sounded tired, almost bitter.

     In a more casual gesture, the blond crossed his arms across his chest. He knew that if his family saw him, he’d be chastised for ‘common’ behavior, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The other boy relaxed him in a way he hadn’t experienced with other nobles. 

     And to think they called Prince Sugawara Mr. Refreshing. Surely they hadn’t met this young man.

        “ Can you? Honestly, I’d do anything to get out of this party. It’s so pathetic, eugh. ”

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        Sweat wiped from his brow, Shigeru let his shirt fall again before legs carried him towards some of the first years. Tapping the back of the younger’s knee, Yahaba spoke in a calm, but matter-of-fact tone. “Your stance is a little weak, spread your feet a little more and bend your knees- there you go.” It was halfway through admiring the rapid improvement of this future setter, Shigeru heard his name.

       “No, we aren’t taking a break, but you know you’re allowed to be here whenever you want.” With a bright smile, the captain swiftly conveyed a water break with a simple flourish of the wrist- to say that their team was in sync was an unforgivable understatement. 

       “It’s nice to see you, Oikawa.”

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     Oikawa’s life since graduating from Seijou had become relatively simple. Volleyball had taken a backseat for the better, if he didn’t want to destroy his knee entirely, though he was still actively part of the team as an assistant coach on occasion, as well as always visiting his alma mater to keep an eye on his legacy.      If there was one thing Oikawa enjoyed more than volleyball, it was seeing his old team continue to be so successful with his absence. Yahaba was an excellent captain, as he had predicted the boy to be, and it made him proud to see that yeah, his team was in good hands.      “Yahaba-chan~” He never promised not to be a distraction, though. “Hmm, on a break? I came at a good time, then!”

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❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜

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        Issei put in an effort, and that’s all he cares about, “I might not listen to it all, but thank you. I’m not done with your gift.”

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"Please rest" I say with a worried expression giving him a hug.

Yahaba Is Sick

        SCREAMS, THERE IS A STRANGER IN HIS HOUSE.

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❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜ maybe he's had enough to drink for the evening

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        Yahaba casually plucks the drink out of Terushima’s hand with a frown, something weighed heavy on him at those words- how could YUUJI, of all people, think that of himself. Alcohol doesn’t manifest fake insecurities, so this came for somewhere. 

       “Teru- no one PUTS UP with you because that implies that you burden people, and as your dormmate and friend I can tell you that your presence is at the very least, uplifting.” Maybe that wasn’t enough, he could say more, but out of fear of Terushima turning it into a joke- he kept it short. 

       “No more alcohol tonight, yeah?” 

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( also, i’m changing the way I format because it’s ugly for one liner’s or short threads. So it’s going to be like this now:

       “Gay,” he said quietly with a soft, awed gasp, “I’m a gay.”

  so it’s pretty much just normal paragraphs now. )

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❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜

       “well- I can change at least ONE of those things.”

        with a suggestive grin, the setter slid down next to the other and trailed a hand down his arm. 

       “give me some of your homework.”

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❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜

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       “that was really random, why are you saying that? Do you want me to go buy some flannel-”

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Headcanon

        yahaba is like his mother, work oriented and a bit distant         he may be very happy and polite, but he craves quiet         the main difference between them is that Yahaba is far         less socially awkward than she is, her being unable to          express herself verbally is probably what bred Yahaba to         show affection physically. 

        she isn’t around much, but when she is, she’s very quiet         even to her own children she’s a mystery. Yahaba can         probably count on his fingers the real conversations they         have had, however, she is very physically affectionate.         often, even in his older days, Yahaba and his mother          would lay together and read in silence or do work at the         table together. 

        she doesn’t neglect him or his brother, she’s just not sure         how to show her love for them.