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[phyto54]

*:･ﾟ✧Painting request open ! *:･ﾟ✧

Hi! Everyone , I got an announcement to make.

I dunno if you saw my painting before but I open request for paintings !

And you can receive it ! Yes , you'll not only receive a pic but the painting in real life as well !

For furhter information please contact this mail : Contact@acedition.lu

I'm really excited for that ! Also with drawing request I often hear abt characters I didn't knew before, and franchises as well. And somehow while I do research on them I end up getting attached to it.

You can ask for ANYTHING, not obligatory for your request to be for a franchise.

Can't wait to receive your request !

Also this time, contrary to others it won't be free. If you don't wanna pay for it, you can ask for a drawing. Drawings are free.

But before anything, here are some rules :

I do not draw ships

No NFSW

That's all I had to say ... o(￣▽￣)ｄ Bye !

[phyto54]

۫ ۪ 𝆴 . A War of Love part 19 ۪ 𝆴 . :

• A War of Love ( masterlist)

We sat on hard concrete stairs.

She caressed my back in gentle motion,handing me a tissue. I couldn't even look at her. How could I ? After all the secrets I've been keeping from her.

And this... Despite our promise...

There came back to me ,the curls in the rising steam of seafood and rice, soaked in sauce. The cacophony of the kitchen that accompanied and enhanced her presence . The sweet and salty scent of soja and seafood came back to my nose, pulling at memories softened by time, but held dearly by the treasure coffin that is my brain.

It dated back to when I snuck into the kitchen of Judge's boat . Soon after mom's death...

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The kitchen pulsed with life around me, a heart of fire and steel tucked deep inside the bones of the old building. Steam curled up from oversized stockpots, trailing through the fluorescent lights in thin ribbons. The scent of seared meat, scorched butter, and something sharp—maybe lemongrass?—hung thick in the air, layering over itself in waves. Stainless steel counters stretched in every direction, cluttered with half-prepped ingredients, cutting boards stained by beetroot, and the quiet urgency of a dozen chefs working in practiced rhythm.

I stood at the industrial sink, arms submerged in warm, gray dishwater, scrubbing at a cast-iron skillet that seemed to hold onto its grime like a secret. The wire brush scraped against the metal, but my mind was elsewhere—trying to unlock the memory of what had been cooked in this pan. There was still a trace of something sweet and earthy in the air. Cumin? Maybe a hint of fennel. I leaned in closer, nose tilted toward the cooling surface, breathing in what was left behind.

Behind me, the kitchen clanged and hummed, knives thudding against wood, orders called out in short bursts—French, Italian, English. I couldn’t keep up with all of it, not yet. I was just the dish boy—the kid in the too-long apron, soaked to the elbows, with raw hands and shoes that squished when he walked.

But I was always watching. Listening. Learning.

Each dirty plate was a clue. Each crusted pot, each sauce-smeared spoon. I studied them the way someone else might study maps or equations, trying to reverse-engineer the flavors like a detective looking for evidence. A spatula stained with a smear of yellow—was that saffron, or just turmeric? A bowl with a trace of something sour and sticky—tamarind, maybe, or reduced vinegar? I’d sniff at them quickly, before anyone saw, before the next round of hot water and soap erased the clues.

Sometimes I lingered too long over a pan, lifting it toward my face, letting my fingers trace the outline of what had once been there—crispy skin, perhaps, or a glaze thick with citrus and spice. Every scent was a puzzle I tried to solve. Not just to guess ingredients, but to understand how they worked together—why something was sharp here, or mellow there, how heat changed everything.

The chefs rarely looked my way, too busy with their world of fire and plating and precision. But I watched how they moved, how their hands never hesitated, how they adjusted a garnish with the same focus they gave to slicing through raw tuna. I imagined myself among them, not back here in the spray and splash of dishes, but out there under the heat lamps, tossing pasta in a pan, tasting for balance, correcting for salt. I imagined I belonged.

For now, though, I scrubbed. Another pan,after the other...

Amongst this entire cacophony I couldn't hear the suspicious noises that came from the corridors...

A cold hand grabbed my shoulder... There was a silhouette on the ground,right behind me .

I froze .

My body just froze. For a moment, in a moment between foly and paranoia, I saw his silhouette towering me. And I started to shiver a lot...

It was just uncontrollable, I unconsciously prepared myself for being beaten...

Images blew in my mind, flashing all at the same time and the noises, the whimpers of mine, my useless cries for help, and the ever lingering pain of all that.

I cried like the pitiful moron that I was , defensless, not manly and to whom the only he has was to bow in front of unfairness and survive...

However, it was not a deep and scary voice that spoke...

Not at all.

At that, my eyes widened.

Her voice quivered as she spoke, hesitating now , she fidgeted with her hands .

" S-Sorry ! I... I didn't meant to scare you ... Euh ... " she frowned as she rubbed the back of her head. " AH ! " she clasped her hands, taking from her pocket a strawberry taste hard candy.

" Here ! It usually works to calm down my little bro ... Hopes it helps ?" She laughed awkwardly , averting her gaze from me.

I just stared at her.

I had no tears left, though my eyes were still damp, glistening under the tan light of the ceiling-lamp....

And in front of what seems to me like the sun in human form.

It was new for me. New to see again this similar smile as the one that held me together for all my life long.New , to see a person so kind . New to see a person that shines so bright...

And it was the first time, I felt that warm and fuzzy feeling that clung to me, covering me entirely like a warm and fluffy blanket.

She chuckled yet again , and held my shoulder again, this time more gently and slowly.

" I just met you, but can I ask you a favor ? "

[phyto54]

۫ ۪ 𝆴 . A War of Love part 18 ۪ 𝆴 . :

• A War of Love ( masterlist)

At this point, was practically bouncing off the walls, pacing like a man on the edge. People around him threw dramatic side-eyes, as if silently saying, ‘Here he goes again.’ But Sanji didn’t care—he had bigger problems.

The second I spotted her, with Zoro, my jaw dropped. My eyebrows did that twitchy thing they do right before chaos, and I looked about two seconds away from launching myself into a full-on rage spiral.

I raised a foot like he was about to go full spiral kick mode... but then froze mid-pose. A tiny voice in my head (probably Nami’s) screamed, ‘Don’t be stupid!’

So, with a deep sigh and a muttered curse at the unfairness of life, I lowered my leg, straightened my raven-colored tie, and forced myself to chill. And put on my MOST ADORABLE AND WELCOMING SMILE.

Hope it looks believable.

I'll act calm ,cool and perfectly composed like the gentleman that I am.

I walked up to them. But somehow my feet started moving as if they started to have their own conscience. The pace of my step only accelerated , heat taking over my body. The same heat that arises when she's around and fills my eyes with heart. That lovely curse that makes me loose all control and makes me look like a fool and behave like some fanboy of kpop groups. That heat that feels so good however its consequences are only downsides. A burning fire that burns all reason and its foundation.Reducing it all to mere ashes , it can be reason, logic or reflection. All remain helpless to that red,orange and yellow pulsion. It's heat so powerful that my entire body bend to its will.

My conscience as well, who abandon his role and leaves it all to passion.

I hate and love it at the same time.

Because I wish she could know how it feels.

I ran over to her . " Y/NN-CHWAAAN !!! " Time seems to slow down as she waved to me . " Oh... hi Sanji . " Time seems to slow down. Her smile more beautiful than ever, the same as usual always so filled with kindness and warmth. Her hair flew a little in the air, gently pushed by a fresh blow of wind.

I could just bath in her mere presence forever. As I tried to capture every single aspect of her in my mind... I noticed the bags under her eyes. She seemed paler than usual, her beautiful forms skinnier as well...

My face dropped.

The charm of her presence broke for a moment. As I finally understood what she was enduring all along...

I tapped on my cigarette, small ashes falling to the ground in a faint, powdery rustle.

" Y/n -chan. "

She looked surprised by my sudden change of mood.

Sorry... Y/n but I can't let you hurt yourself like that.

" Y/n, are you doing one of these super strict poular diet ? You're already beautiful and perfect just as you are . You don't need to do all that. " I keeled down on one knee. he said earnestly, hands folded like I was holding my heart in it,"I love you" I claimed, eyes locked on hers " and will always no matter how you look and... "

I think she already knows about the marriage... i didn't expect her to know about it this soon. But I have to be honest to her...

She let out a quiet breath, more startled than anything else, and reached out in a movement that felt instinctive, her hand holding my shoulder.

“Sanji... what are you talking about?”

she asked gently, her voice full of concern rather than judgment.

There was no edge to it—just confusion wrapped in care. Her eyes searched my face, not pulling away, but trying to see me for who I am, to understand what's in my mind...

My eye softened,turning down a little they seemed to water a bit but there was no tears. I pursed my lips, looking away because I probably weirded her out.

As usual.

As its the effect I have on every woman ...

" Sorry... - You don't need to apologize. - But... "

I looked up to her. She pat my head.

" You didn't bother me. " My eyes widened.

now ... I really wanted to cry.

She made a sign of the head towards mosshead.He left.

NO.

I'm a man.

I cannot do that... I have to stay strong... Or else Y/n will not...

The voice of my father rang loud as ever in my head :

" GET UP ! You are a Vinsmoke ! STOP CRYING ! YOU WHINY STUFF !!" The sound of his kick pierced my brain.

I got up, trying to force Y/n's hand out of me...

I couldn't. The only part that obeyed to my orders( or those of my dad,I don't even know at this point) was my head. It looked up to Y/n...

And for a brief moment, she looked exactly like mom...

A tear fell down.

Now, because of me, she looked worried ...

" S-Sanji ?!! Did something happened ?! Tell me ! Are you ok ?? " I leaned under her touch, hiding my face with her soft hands... It felt warm....

At that warmness... That feeling that I missed so much... That feeling that makes me feel all soft... And that I didn't felt since that day in that hospital long ago...

That warm and soft feeling...

Who broke the wall of stupid virility that kept my tears from flowing ...

They were free now .

"F***"

[phyto54]

Hi !👋

Today is the first time I do that . It is going to be just me posting my art and rambling abt it and the process. Let's get into it !

It's been a while since I painted something and I'm pretty happy with the results. Though I still think that there's lots of visible messy lines so I'll try to avoid that next time I paint.

As I have ADHD, my mind is VERY often filled with thoughts . Like they are all popping at the same time and I am used to it. But I still can find that annoying at times so I really value things that helps me just not think at all .

Painting is something that eases my mind. There's just something so relaxing in mixing the paints, using the brush and washing them in the pot before using another color, the texture of the canvas.

It's different from usual because I always try to go fast and still do well while improving as fast as possible.

Here's the goal is just to enjoy.

I usually put my phone down when painting . Just so I can't see the clock and starting to worry about other tasks that are waiting to be done. Moreover, seeing the results makes me happy.

Anyway...

During that one , I think the hardest parts were the highlights and the eyes . Especially the highlights cuz I started to add white ones before realizing I have put on too much but also that there should be yellow on it cuz the background of corse, reflect onto the character. And in the meantime, since I didn't decided yet of the light source beforehand, I just try to go along before just making it come from the top just like normal sunlight would do plus I goes well with the entire lighthearted feeling it was giving off .

The dress also was a happy accident , at first I wanted to do it beige but unfortunately... my color palette was limited since all I got is a small set of painting with some colors that ain't really the basic ones. But at the end it was indeed a good choice cuz it lightened up even more the painting and highlighted the presence of the character, making it pop up.

For those who followed me for a while , I dunno if u noticed but I use lots of curves . It's my specialty and I especially like it cuz it makes my pieces look less stiff dynamic. Aaand I just think I like curvy stuff.

And the weird pop of blue in her hair ? No explanation to that, I just love blue and wanted a way to just make it fit somehow. So I used it for shadow in her hair.

[phyto54]

S. TODOROKI SHORT STORY

Synopsis: Shoto Todoroki is out around the city on patrol duty. While on patrol, he meets a cheerful little girl who, like him, has a mark over her left eye.

Note: This story was inspired by a video of a little girl with a birthmark seeing a Todoroki plushie. ☆Inspo Link Here☆ Also, Part 22 of my adult Bakugo fanfiction is out now!! If you are a fan of my writing and Bakugo, then I'm sure you will love my story!!

Matching Marks:

The city was alive with its usual evening hum—a symphony of car engines, muffled conversations, and the distant buzz of neon lights flickering to life as the sun dipped toward the horizon.

Todoroki Shoto walked along the sidewalk, his hero costume neatly in place, his heterochromatic eyes scanning his surroundings with a calm, practiced vigilance.

The fiery orange hues of the setting sun reflected off the glass buildings, casting long shadows that stretched across the pavement.

Todoroki, as always, moved with an air of quiet authority, his hands tucked casually into his pockets.

Though he didn’t mind patrols, he couldn’t deny the monotony of walking the same streets, waiting for his shift to end.

He turned a corner, his gaze drifting toward the horizon where the sun was melting into the skyline, painting the city in a warm, golden glow.

The peacefulness of the moment wasn’t lost on him.

These quiet evenings reminded him of why he became a hero—not just to fight villains but to ensure moments like these could exist for others.

About fifty feet away, a mother cradled her young daughter in her arms, her steps slow and deliberate.

The little girl had her face buried in her mother’s shoulder, her small hands clutching tightly at the fabric of her mom’s coat.

“Sweetheart,” the mother said softly, her voice warm and comforting.

She adjusted her grip on her daughter, patting her back lightly. ���I know you’re disappointed, but we’ve been searching for an hour. Maybe next time, okay?”

The little girl shifted slightly but didn’t lift her head.

Her voice was muffled but carried a clear note of sadness. “But I really wanted to see him, Mama...”

The mother gave her daughter a sympathetic smile, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “I know, baby. I know. You’ve been so excited all week.”

The little girl’s shoulders slumped, and she let out a quiet sigh. “It’s not fair. What if I don’t ever get to meet him?”

The mother stopped walking for a moment, hugging her daughter a little tighter.

“You will, honey. I promise. He’s a hero—he’s always out here helping people. We just have to be patient.”

The little girl nodded slowly, though her disappointment was still evident.

The mother resumed walking, her gaze scanning the street ahead as she tried to think of a way to cheer her daughter up.

Neither the mother nor Todoroki noticed each other at first.

He continued his steady pace, his mind half on his patrol route and half on the fleeting beauty of the evening.

The mother, focused on comforting her daughter, didn’t see him either—until she lifted her head to glance ahead.

And there he was.

Shoto Todoroki, the Pro Hero, walking calmly down the same sidewalk they were on.

The golden light of the setting sun caught the stark contrast of his red-and-white hair, making him stand out even more than usual.

His expression was neutral but approachable, his posture relaxed, and his presence radiated the quiet confidence that made him so beloved.

The mother froze mid-step, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She instinctively tightened her hold on her daughter, her heart skipping a beat as she realized who was just a few strides away.

“Oh my god,” she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the city sounds.

Her lips parted in a small, stunned smile as she turned her head slightly to glance at her daughter, who was still nestled against her.

“Honey,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the excitement bubbling up inside her. “Sweetheart, look up.”

The little girl stirred, her small hands loosening their grip on her mom’s coat.

The mother’s smile grew as she whispered, “He’s here.”

The little girl stirred at her mother’s gentle insistence, slowly lifting her head from the crook of her mom's shoulder.

Her small, sleepy eyes blinked as she turned to look ahead.

There, just a few steps away, stood Pro Hero Shoto Todoroki.

Her breath hitched, and her expression transformed in an instant.

A radiant smile spread across her face, her tiny, chubby cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.

Her eyes, wide with wonder, sparkled like stars as they locked onto Todoroki.

“It’s him,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.

Her stubby little hands pressed eagerly against her mother’s shoulder, trying to lift herself higher for a better view.

The big, brown birthmark over her left eye crinkled adorably as her smile grew impossibly wider.

Her mother couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her daughter’s sudden burst of energy. “Yes, sweetheart, it’s him!”

That was all the encouragement the girl needed.

She began to wiggle in her mother’s arms, her legs kicking in anticipation. “Put me down, Mama! Please, please, please!”

“Alright, alright,” her mother laughed, carefully lowering her to the ground.

As soon as her little sneakers touched the pavement, the girl bolted forward, her small legs pumping as fast as they could.

Her giggles filled the air as she ran, her arms flailing slightly in her excitement.

“Shoto!” she called out, her voice high-pitched but full of determination.

Her mother followed closely behind, her pace quicker now as she kept an eye on her daughter.

“Wait for me, sweetheart!” she called, though she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her child’s joy.

The little girl didn’t stop, her giggles growing louder with each step as she closed the distance between herself and the hero she admired so deeply.

---

Todoroki walked at his usual pace, his gaze idly scanning the streets as the golden light of sunset bathed everything around him.

The city was peaceful tonight, the hum of life a comforting backdrop.

But as he turned a corner, a high-pitched, excited voice broke through the ambient noise, calling his name with such joy that it caught his attention immediately.

“Shoto Todoroki!”

He stopped in his tracks, his head swiveling toward the sound.

At first, his eyes landed on a small blur of movement—a child running toward him, her tiny legs carrying her with all the determination and excitement her little body could muster.

Just behind her, a woman, presumably her mother, followed closely, a warm smile on her face as she called after her daughter.

Todoroki blinked, his expression shifting from neutral to one of disbelief as the girl approached.

She was tiny, probably no more than five years old, and adorable in the way only children could be.

What struck him most was the large, brown birthmark that adorned her face, just over her left eye.

His breath caught for a moment. The mark was different from his, of course—it carried no scars, no painful memories—but there was something about seeing it on her bright, smiling face that made his heart ache in the best possible way.

For a second, he stood there frozen, his heterochromatic eyes wide as he tried to process the overwhelming wholesomeness of the moment.

The little girl, with her chubby cheeks flushed pink and her giggles filling the air, was running toward him like he was the most important person in the world.

His disbelief melted into something much softer, a warmth spreading through his chest as a rare, genuine smile stretched across his face.

It wasn’t the polite, reserved smile he usually offered in public—it was wide and full of unrestrained joy.

As she got closer, he bent down to her level, his arms opening wide in a welcoming embrace as he smiled warly as her.

The girl’s laughter grew louder as she reached him, her tiny arms outstretched.

She practically threw herself into his embrace, landing against his chest with a soft thud.

Todoroki caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame in a hug that was as protective as it was heartfelt.

Her giggles muffled against his chest as she buried her face there, her stubby little arms squeezing around his neck.

“I found you!” she said, her voice muffled but brimming with happiness.

Todoroki chuckled softly, his hand gently patting her back. "You found me.”

The girl’s mother came to a stop a few steps away, crossing her arms as she smiled warmly at the scene before her.

“Is he cutie too?” she teased, her tone playful as she shifted her weight onto one foot.

The little girl, still nestled in Todoroki’s embrace, pulled back just enough to look at him.

Her tiny hands cupped her own cheeks, her expression of picture admiration as her eyes sparkled with delight.

“Very cutie!” she exclaimed, her cheeks turning an even brighter shade of pink.

The little girl stepped back slightly, her cheeks still a rosy pink and her excitement as bright as ever.

Her tiny hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, but her wide grin never wavered.

Todoroki straightened just a little, still crouched at her level, his gaze soft as he watched her.

Her mother walked closer, her presence calm and full of warmth.

She placed a hand on her hip and giggled, her eyes glancing between Todoroki and her daughter.

“She really wanted to meet you,” the woman said, her smile growing.

Todoroki tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a soft smile in return. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice gentle but curious.

His eyes flicked to the girl, who was nodding enthusiastically.

“Yeah,” her mother said with a chuckle.

“Sweetie, why don’t you tell him what you told me earlier?” She leaned down slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter’s face.

“You know, how you said he was cool?”

The girl’s face lit up even more, if that was possible.

She clapped her hands together before pointing at Todoroki with both index fingers, her excitement bubbling over. “Yeah! Because he has white hair and red hair!”

Todoroki blinked, momentarily surprised by the straightforwardness of her statement, before letting out a soft chuckle.

“White and red, huh?” he said, amusement lacing his tone.

The girl stepped closer, her small hands reaching out toward him with curiosity.

“It’s sooo cool!” she declared, her voice filled with awe.

Todoroki leaned his head down slightly, making it easier for her to reach. “You really think so?”

“Uh-huh!” she replied, her fingers carefully grabbing a strand of his red hair and then switching to a piece of the white.

She ran her fingers through them gently, her touch light but deliberate.

Her mother stood back, watching the interaction with a soft smile. “See? I told you she’s a fan,” she teased lightly.

The girl, still engrossed in his hair, looked up at him with wide eyes. “And your blue eye and grey eye!” she said excitedly, pointing at his face.

“They’re so cool too!”

Todoroki’s smile softened further, his heart warming at her genuine admiration. “My eyes?” he repeated, tilting his head slightly so she could get a better look.

“You think they’re cool?”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed, her hands now cupping her own cheeks as she grinned at him. “Super cool!”

The mother watched the scene unfold with a soft smile, the warmth in her eyes reflecting the golden glow of the setting sun.

She tilted her head playfully and asked her daughter, “Anything else you think is cool about him, sweetheart?”

The little girl’s eyes sparkled, and she gasped as if the question had unlocked the most exciting thought in her mind.

She placed her hand over her left cheek where her birthmark rested and beamed.

“And he has a birthmark like me!” she exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

Todoroki’s expression softened further, her words tugging at his heart in a way few things ever had.

For a moment, he just looked at her, the corners of his mouth lifting into a warm, genuine smile.

The way her small face lit up, framed by the golden light of the evening, was like a picture-perfect moment he didn’t want to forget.

“He does!” the mother added with a gentle laugh. She knelt behind her daughter and placed her hands on her tiny shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. “You two match!”

“So he matches me!” the girl echoed, turning her bright gaze back to Todoroki with a grin that could rival the sun itself.

Todoroki chuckled softly, a rare, genuine sound that seemed to surprise even him.

“I guess we do,” he said, his tone warm and kind.

Without hesitation, the girl stepped closer, her small hands reaching out curiously toward his face.

Todoroki leaned down further, his knees bending to meet her at eye level.

“Do you want to see it?” he asked gently, his voice soothing.

The girl nodded eagerly, her tiny hands fidgeting with anticipation.

Todoroki reached out and carefully guided one of her hands to the scar over his left eye.

Her chubby fingers brushed against the raised skin, her touch soft and full of wonder.

She squealed in delight, giggling as she explored the scar with her tiny hand.

“It’s real!” she said, her voice filled with amazement.

Todoroki smiled wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It is,” he said, his tone light and affectionate.

The girl giggled again, her other hand instinctively moving to touch her own birthmark as if comparing the two.

“We really do match!” she declared, her excitement bubbling over.

Todoroki leaned slightly into her touch, his own hand gently resting over hers.

“We do,” he said softly, his voice carrying a quiet sincerity.

The mother watched the interaction with a smile that spoke of both pride and tenderness. “See, sweetheart?” she said, giving her daughter’s shoulders another gentle squeeze.

“I told you he’d be just as nice as you imagined.”

The little girl nodded vigorously, her giggles filling the air as she continued to trace the edges of Todoroki’s scar with her tiny fingers.

“You’re the coolest hero ever!” she declared, her voice bright with conviction.

Todoroki chuckled again, his heart swelling at her words. “Thank you,” he said, his tone warm and genuine.

“But I think you might be the coolest one here.”

---

As the sun began to dip behind the horizon, Shoto Todoroki found himself caught in a rare moment of pure joy.

Meeting the little girl, who had shared so much warmth and innocence, filled him with a sense of wholesomeness he hadn’t expected.

The girl, with her bright smile and the undeniable bond they shared through their marks, left an imprint on his heart.

Her unfiltered admiration, the excitement in her eyes, and her gentle curiosity had melted the walls he had carefully built around himself.

For the first time in a long while, Todoroki felt a deep connection to someone, one that was simple yet profound.

It reminded him of the power of genuine affection and the joy that comes from unexpected moments.

As the interaction continued, the little girl’s laughter echoed in his ears, and he realized how rare it was to feel so carefree, so present.

Her excitement, her innocent admiration, and her genuine affection for him as a hero had warmed him more than he could express.

The moment felt like a reflection of something he had been missing—a reminder of the little joys in life that often go unnoticed.

As the day drew to a close, the mother suggested a photo, and the little girl eagerly agreed.

Todoroki, still smiling, lifted the girl onto his broad shoulder, her giggles filling the air as she perched there triumphantly.

The mother took out her phone, capturing the moment—a picture of the hero and the little girl, both smiling brightly, surrounded by the soft glow of the evening sky.

With the photo taken, Todoroki’s smile lingered, and he felt an unexpected sense of fulfillment.

It wasn’t just about being a pro hero—it was about moments like these, where the simple, small interactions with others could leave such an everlasting impression.

The little girl beamed down at him, and he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this heartfelt encounter.

ADULT BAKUGO FANFICTION

Part 22 of my adult Bakugo fanfiction is out now!! If you are a fan of my writing and Bakugo, then I'm sure you will love my story!!

If you do check it out and enjoy the story, make sure to vote and comment!! Those mean a lot to me and the story, so if y'all do not mind, please do!!

[phyto54]

Hey ! I'm back... And worn out.

I wanted to tell u that for now, publishing my usual draft and writings will be hard. So , as for doing something more comfy and sweet while being fun. I'm gonna do something a little different this time. A sketchbook diary ! Here's the concept, the goal is to take u with me on my artistic journey with me. I will show u pages of it, the process behind those drawing, what I'm trying to learn or improve, as well of some little gushing if there will be a fan art.

[phyto54]

Atsumu bursts into the room 

“[Name]! Are you seriously gonna marry my brother?! I thought it was a joke!” He yells at you after he comes barreling into the room. 

It was the night before you and Osamu were going to be married. You open your mouth to respond before Osamu comes barreling into as well but unlike his brother he has his eyes set on Atsumu. 

Osamu lunges and takes Atsumu down and tries to pin him to the ground. And Atsumu in a panic starts yelling.

“I mean I like you, and I’m excited to have a sister but like… you’re gonna have kids!! He can’t be trusted around kids!” 

Osamu pushes and shoves Atsumu while they writhe together on the floor. 

“Shup your trap Sumu!”

Atsum yelps as he feels and elbow dig into his kidney but doesn’t relent. 

“He made me eat worms, and he chased me with wasps. And you think that’s an appropriate man to be raising kids with???” He gets out while trying to get his twin off of him. 

“Sumu, I like your brother, he’s such a great guy and I’m excited to marry him.” You say gently like you’re trying to calm a feral cat. 

“He tried to stab me with knives! He can’t be that nice.” He pants, finally extracting himself from Osamu’s grip. 

He gets off the ground and dusts himself off dramatically and makes his way to the door. He gives you a pained look. “Well if he makes you happy…” he says reluctantly. “Just know that if he gives you a gummy worm don’t believe him.”

And with that his gives Osamu a solid kick in the side before bolting out of the house. You watch your fiancé chase him out of the house and hear a car peel out of your driveway. 

Osamu comes back in and collapses down next to you. 

“So did you actually feed him worms?”

“…he was a very gullible kid. I got him like 4 times.”

“…that’s… oh…”

inspired by this ticktock. Here

[phyto54]

۫ ۪ 𝆴 . A War of Love part 17 ۪ 𝆴 . :

• A War of Love ( masterlist)

Without bragging I could say that I cleaned the kitchen at Mach speed.

“Dishes, check. Counter—”

I paused, catching my own reflection on the spotless shining surface. The corners of my mouth stretched into a cheeky smile. “ Aaand ...Check ! ”

Satisfied, I turned on my heel, almost dancing toward the cold chamber, a flowery, sparkly aura seeming to trail behind me like glitter in the air.

I learned that only years later, when these morons were drunk .

Pattie, the only black, burly man ever to become a chef despite his gigantic hands, nudged the old blond man. Who as he likes to at the end of every rush-hours ,stared down at us with his cigare in hands.

Just an grumpy old cat...

I wish nobody will hear that. Tho I'm pretty sure they'd agree.

Pattie tried to keep his voice low, though not quite successfully.

Everyone accross the entire kitchen could hear him. But my the thoughts in my hears were even louder, kinda forming a shield around me, cutting me apart from the rest of the world.

“Oi... Zeff ? is he sick or somethin’?"He gasped " Don’t tell me he’s on drugs !”

With a grin as wide as a whale, I rubbed his hands together dreamily. “Aaaand... Check!!”

The entire staff stared. Some looked surprised. Others chuckled into their mustaches, secretly relieved there were no tasks left to do.

“ Hey !! Old man ! I finished ! Seee ya ! ” I dashed out the door, my coat vanishing behind me, leaving only a sparkling kitchen in my wake.

“Wait for me, Y/n-chwan... I gotta speed things up a bit.”

As my rapid steps echoed onto the wooden floor, In the back of my mind, I could see the shadow of that ba**** .

I beg you're pardon Y/n... I shouldn’t enjoy dragging you into this mess.

Zeff lit a cigare, leaning back against the counter with a scoff.“At least he does his job right,” Pattie muttered.

Zeff didn’t look at him.

“Job? Don’t talk about that.”

Pattie arched a brow. “What d’you mean?”

Zeff exhaled a cloud of smoke, watching its ethereal curl fade into the air.

“He ain’t even paid,” he finally said.

CLAANKK !!!

Pattie slammed the counter. “What do you mean !? He works three times more than half the idiots in here—and you tell me you don’t even pay him!?”

Zeff didn’t flinch. He just stared into the dissipating smoke .

After a moment, he turned to face Pattie.

“He didn’t ask for one.”

Pattie froze mid-motion. His eyes wide, stuck in that awkward pose of disbelief.

“This idiot just wants to cook.” Zeff muttered, crushing his cigarette into the ashtray. “So I let him.”

Then, louder—“What’re you starin’ at? Customers won’t make the food themselves !”

Pattie stumbled back to his station, still shaken. But soon, a chuckle escaped him—small at first, then full.

That day, Zeff only caught fragments of what he said as he worked:

“This Idiot... he’s already surpassed us.”

Phyto here ! Hi everyone 〒▽〒

I'm back and ... MAN ! It looks like I haven't wrote anything since an eternity ...

Life has been hitting me full speed like a truck/car in every isekai anime with exams,orals,mental health ,art block and my personnal life it has been harsh to keep on publishing.

At least I'm still alive and still in one piece ( pun intended ) .So I'll do my best to keep this story going. And I'll see if I canget the time to write before bed time cuz usually it's the moment I get to have free time .

[phyto54]

haikyuu quotes that inspire me to go on

 “Opportunities present themselves to those who have prepared.” Tashiro Hidemi

“Someone who can’t see the opponent standing right in front of him, can’t defeat the opponent that lies beyond.” Iwaizumi Hajime

“Sometimes, things that you start on a whim end up becoming important to you, too. To get started, I think you just need a little bit of curiosity.” Shimizu Kiyoko

“If we go for what’s somewhat safe here, it’ll mean we never changed.” Sugawara Koushi

“The fact that he’s different from other people will probably end up being his strength” Utsui Takashi

“Talent is something you make bloom. Instinct is something you polish.” Oikawa Tooru

“Motivation? What more do you need than pride?” Yamaguchi Tadashi

“You don’t win alone. That’s just how it is.” Kageyama Tobio

“It’s not impossible. It’s just hard!” Bokuto Koutarou

“Is losing really a sign that you are bad? Or is it instead meant to be a trial? A test to see if, once you’ve been knocked down, you have the strength to stand back up again.” Takeda Ittetsu

“Nothing is over. Tomorrow, the day after, for the rest of your lives. You can do anything you set your mind to.” Takeda Ittetsu

“Knowing that an end must come is all the more reason to begin anew.” Akaashi Keiji

“Because people don’t have wings, they look for ways to fly.” Older Ukai

“No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world.” Akaashi Keiji

“Townperson B can fight too!” Yachi Hitoka

“Do you know what’s so wrong about being afraid of stuff? It’s because it’s a big waste of an opportunity.” Noya’s Grandpa

“Even if we’re not confident that we’ll win, even if others tell us we don’t stand a chance, we must never tell ourselves that.”  Sawamura Daichi

“Do you need a reason to not want to lose?” Hinata Shoyo

“Being good means being free.” Yamaguchi Tadashi/ Hinata Shoyo

“But how will you win if you don’t keep moving forward?” Sugawara Koushi

“To achieve something truly great, one must take it step by step from start to finish.” Takeda Ittetsu

“We aren’t limited to only one way of being great.” Hoshiumi Korai

For today you happen to be the defeated. But what will you become tomorrow?

[phyto54]

013. snacks, routines, and familiarity — tendou satori.

wc: 0.7k cw: gn!reader. brother's best friend tendou. tendou is a good 'friend'. canon divergent a/n: i've always loved tendou but @oligbia has reignited my love for him. i hope you enjoy <3 requested by @rumik09

tendou's always been around, sort of like background music. mostly because of your brother.

wakatoshi’s quiet. steady. impossible to rattle. tendou is not.

he’s loud in a way that somehow doesn’t bother wakatoshi, which is a miracle in itself. and he’s always at your house. always.

middle school, high school, college — it doesn’t matter. every phase of your life has had tendou in the corner, making sarcastic comments and stealing your food.

he never comes for you. he comes for wakatoshi.

but he never forgets you’re there.

“i brought snacks,” he announces one afternoon, walking through your front door like he pays rent.

your brother barely looks up from the kitchen table. “you always bring snacks.”

“and yet you never say thank you.”

“you eat most of them,” you call from the hallway.

“they’d go to waste if i didn’t,” tendou says, grinning as he heads straight for your room instead of wakatoshi’s.

you’re on the floor assembling a lego set.

he drops a bag beside you without comment.

your favorite drink. your favorite chips.

“i thought you were here to see my brother,” you say, trying not to smile.

“i was,” he says, flopping onto your rug. “then i remembered you exist.”

you roll your eyes. “charming.”

“always.”

he’s been like this forever.

when you were twelve, he called you a menace and said you chewed too loud.

when you were sixteen, he asked you for advice on a girl he liked (and then forgot to mention she was fictional).

now you’re both in college. he still lets himself into your house without knocking. he still leaves crumbs on your bed. and he still talks too much.

but now, sometimes, he looks at you for a second too long.

like he just realized something.

you pretend not to notice.

“you ever think about the fact that we’ve basically grown up together?” he asks one night, sprawled out on your living room couch while wakatoshi’s in the shower.

you glance at him from the armchair. “i try not to.”

he throws a pillow at you.

you dodge. “i’m just saying—if you’re my childhood friend, i should’ve been allowed to punch you more often.”

he snorts. “and if you’re my childhood friend, you owe me therapy for all the times you insulted my hair.”

“you deserved it. it looked like a crime.”

he holds a hand to his chest, fake-wounded. “and yet, here i am, still bringing you snacks.”

you pause. “why do you do that?”

he blinks. “do what?”

“bring stuff for me.”

he shrugs. “you like it.”

“so?”

he shrugs again. “i like when you’re happy.”

you look at him. really look.

he doesn’t look away.

the thing is — tendou’s always been there.

not for you, at first. but not not for you either.

and somewhere along the line, he started showing up even when wakatoshi wasn’t home.

and you started letting him.

one day, you find him waiting outside your lecture hall with a drink in his hand and zero explanation.

you raise an eyebrow. “what are you doing here?”

“visiting your brother.”

“wakatoshi’s not on this side of campus.”

he sips your drink. “is he not?”

you deadpan. “you suck at lying.”

he shrugs. “worth a try.”

you take the drink. “you’re lucky i like this.”

“you’re lucky i remember.”

you try not to smile.

you fail.

you don’t talk about it.

not for weeks.

not when he sits next to you a little closer than necessary. not when he starts texting you more than wakatoshi. not even when he lets you fall asleep on his shoulder during a movie and doesn’t make a single joke about it.

but then he brings you a snack bag with your name scribbled on it.

and your heart does something weird.

you look up at him. “you’re seriously never gonna make this official?”

he blinks. “make what official?”

you stare. “you’re joking.”

he grins. “no, but please keep assuming i’m in love with you. it’s adorable.”

you throw a chip at his face.

he catches it in his mouth.

“show-off,” you mutter.

he shrugs. “still waiting for you to ask me out.”

“why would i ask you out?”

“because i bring you snacks. and i’m hot.”

you groan. “i hate you.”

he leans closer. “no you don’t.”

and you don’t.

and he knows.

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[phyto54]

Inspired by this person’s little sister 🥺 she’s so cute.

“Wa-ah-ah-ah-ah!” You hear coming from the bathroom where Kuroo is currently bathing your three year old daughter.

Kuroo snorts at the imitation of his laugh; you can’t help but giggle quietly from where you’re sitting on the bed reading a book.

“Wa-ah-ah-ah-ah! Dada says ‘Wa-ah-ah-ah-ah!’” Bath water splashes ensue shortly after that.

“Oh, you think you’re funny, huh? Imitating my laugh?” You knew what was coming next. Your daughter is really sassy (you blame Kuroo for spoiling her). So, she’s quick to argue back with her father. She even takes these “arguments” seriously, though Kuroo is only teasing her.

“Yeah! Dada got a funky laugh.” Her own cute little laugh meets your ears and you can’t help but smile.

“Funky? Do you mean funny?” He asks in confusion. She couldn’t mean ��funky’ right? Where would she even learn that or the meaning of that word?

“No! Not funny. Funky!” You bring your book up to your face to hide the laughter seeping from your lips. Oh boy, little does Kuroo know you taught your daughter that word one day after using it, and she wanted to know the meaning of it.

“And what does ‘funky’ even mean, hm?”

“Mama said it means something not normal.” She splashed around some more in the water.

“YOU THINK MY LAUGH ISN’T NORMAL?” You can’t even contain it anymore; laughter bursts from your chest.

“Dada, I think you need to go to the doctors.” Your daughter says in the most serious voice ever.

“For?” Kuroo unplugs the bath water and grabs her pink, Barbie towel.

“For your laugh! It’s funky.” Another round of laughter leaves your body. You can practically feel your husband roll his eyes.

It makes it so much funnier that she’s serious too.

“Baby girl, I promise my laugh is normal. Maybe a little weird, but not something to go to the doctors for.” He holds the towel out for her. She quickly snuggles into it, and proceeds to complain about the cold air nipping at her skin.

A few seconds later you see a little body run out of the bathroom.

“Mama, do you think Dada laughs weird?” Your three year old struggles her way up your bed.

“Hmmm, not really, not anymore at least. I think it’s special. Unique to Dada.” Kuroo smiles, he’s leaned up against the doorframe of the bathroom.

“Wa-ah-ah-ah-ah!” She says with a little giggle and kick of her feet.

You give her a little kiss on the forehead. “Go get your pajamas, baby. Do you need help putting them on?”

“No! I’m a big girl!” Your little girl slips away from your bed, her tiny little feet padding against the hardwood floor.

As soon as she’s out of sight, Kuroo walks up to you, “My laugh does not sound like ‘wa-ah-ah-ah-ah.’” A lopsided grin covering his face.

“Eh, it kinda does. You can’t tell me it’s not cute how she imitates your laugh.”

He sighs quietly, “So darn cute, I can’t stand her.”

[phyto54]

ᴋɪᴛᴀ ʙꜰ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ౨ৎ

cw: ts!kita x f!reader (mentions of baby fever/him wanting a family with reader), use of “sweetheart"

- he is the epitome of a gentleman. he’s not just a ‘nice guy’—he’s a good man. not only is he opening doors to places for you, he’s also holding it open for the elderly couple that walks in right behind you both. he makes sure you walk with him on the side of the sidewalk furthest from the road, and he makes sure the family of six kids crosses the street safely. he always pays for your food, and if he finds a homeless person asking for spare change, he makes sure to buy an extra side for them to eat. he’s not only good to you, but to everyone he comes across.

- his favorite place to kiss is your temple. on the softest/weakest part of the human skull, he loves to press soft, chaste kisses against it when you’re still half asleep in bed, when you return home from work all exhausted and/or cranky, when you sit outside with him and watch the sunset together.

- his granny adores you. she loves to come over and cook with you (she has shared all of kita’s favorite recipes with you), chat with you over tea, and offer life advice (both solicited and unsolicited). she tells kita how lucky he is and how he better be good to you. as if he needs to be told that!

- imagine him coming home one evening, sweaty and cheeks slightly pink from the sun after a long summer day outside. you’ve surprised him by coming over and making his favorite meal. you’re standing by the stove, and you turn around to see him gazing at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile. “what’s all this?” he’d ask with even pinker cheeks as you tell him to not worry about anything other than freshening up before supper. (oh god lemme stop here bc now i want to write a fic abt this…)

- his primary love languages are acts of service and words of affirmation. he loves to do things for you to make your life easier. oh, you’ve been wanting to get into gardening? he’s building you a planter box and buying soil and seeds of your favorite flowers/veggies/fruits. feeling sad that all your plants died? he’s telling you that everything’s okay, and that sometimes, no matter how much love you give, sometimes, it just isn’t enough. “plants sure are finicky. i'll help ya plant some more.”

- he is the personification of “soft, gentle love.” even during times that you may be acting high-strung/stressed/overwhelmed about things, he is the one calming you down with his calm, patient demeanor. he doesn’t raise his voice/yell, he doesn’t say things in the heat of anger. he just says, “take a deep breath for me, sweetheart. we’ll get through this.”

- he uses his granny’s engagement ring to propose to you (wrote abt this here & here). he is a man looking to marry! and it’s not the biggest ring, but it had been passed down through his family, and it's perfect—you don’t need an expensive, shiny rock on your finger in order to love him.

- he has such a big heart. he genuinely has so much love to give to others, and he’s so lucky to be able to share it with you.

bonus:

- once one of the miya twins (osamu) has a baby, he gets baby fever… severely. he can’t help but to want little ones with your eyes and big smile giggling and waddling around the farm.

a/n: kita… i love u…

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[phyto54]

۫ ۪ 𝆴 . A War of Love part 16 ۫ ۪ 𝆴 . :

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" By the way ... " I cocked my head to look at her. Seeing her in that state is hilarious.

Her brows were knit together, crinkling up her forehead. And lets not even mention her lips ! She squished them together so hard it felt the same as when she tries to restrain herself from beating the hell out of that sh**y cook...

A delight each time.

Exept if she want to beat the hell out of me instead .

" Mmmh ? - How do u know about all that... - Absolute mess ? Or hell ? " A small pout puffed her cheeks. " That's not the point . "

Her eyebrow twitched. I looked away.

Don't smile. Don't smile. Don't ...

" Was Sanji right about it ? Is your brain really made of moss ? - Don’t mention him. I’m not in the mood .

-Spit it out. " The mask falls as her lips streched devilishly. I could pratically hear her mental threat from here...

Tsk. This witch.

I scratched the back of my head , a sigh ready to leave my throat.

Unfortunately, I already fall under her spell. . .

"You really thought they’d be able to keep it shut about it?"

She let her head fall in her hands, her face slightly turning pink.

Argh...

I tried to jold on my kendou , only to be met with thin air. That came out rougher than I meant. Not surprised though. My mouth’s not great with timing.

She looks down. Shoulders shrink a little. Great. Now she’s embarrassed. I didn't mean to make her feel bad. I just— I don’t know. I don’t like it when she looks like that. Quiet in the wrong way.

I shift my weight, arms crossed. I glance at her. Then away. Then back. She’s still not saying anything. Still small and quiet and not looking at me.

I feel like I should say something else. You okay? It forms in my head. But I don’t ask. It’d sound... off. Doesn’t fit the moment. Doesn’t fit me. So I just grunt.

The wind’s moving, but nothing else is. The silence’s thicker now.

Then a thought flickers. Something simple. Something I know. Training.

“Wanna train?” I say it like it’s nothing. Like I didn’t just pull it from nowhere. Like I’m not offering something that might actually help.

She looks up at that. Surprised. I look at her again—really look this time.

Her face is soft. Worn down a bit today. She’s always so fu**ng small compared to me. It's not something I usually notice. But now, it’s right there. Like she’d fit perfectly if I—

I stop that thought. Fast. Shake my head. Nope. Not going there. That’s not what this is.

She always hugs Luffy. Like it’s nothing. So she likes hugs, right?

I shift my stance again. I’m not sure what to do with my hands.

This is dumb.

She looks up, meeting my gaze for a second.

“Can’t,” she says, voice steady. “Got training with my grandpa.”

I don’t need her to say his name. I already know.

Oh sh**...

Will she be all right ? I hope she won't be too injured.

Why can't I come ??

I give a small nod, but it doesn’t feel like enough. “Right.”

She’s busy, I get it.

But part of me… well, part of me thought she might just say yes. I don’t know why. She rarely does, but there’s always that chance.

And I always try to take it .

She adds, almost like an afterthought, “Judo with Jinbe this weekend too.”

I let it sit there for a moment. She’s already got her plans.

I don’t say anything at first, just look out at the empty streets. The wind’s quiet. Calm. My mind’s not.

“Busy week,” I finally mutter, more to myself than her. I didn’t need to add that. Doesn’t matter. She doesn’t need to hear it.

I can feel the weight of her being there. The kind of weight, but the kind where she’s got her own things to do, and I’m just… here. Watching.

Offering nothing new. Nothing to help her.

As she handle everything on her own, not only these public danger of brothers, and with other stuff she probably keeps for herself.

I glance back at her. She’s still there, waiting for something. Maybe she expects me to say more, but I don’t know what else there is to say.

“Alright, then,” I say, turning slightly. “Next time.”

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A moment of silence stretched between us. We just walked, the sound of our footsteps echoing around. The sun hit her just right, lighting her up like she was made to shine. Her eyes… they shimmered. Like a freshly sharpened sword.

They caught the light, sure, but there was something else there too. Something that wasn’t just about the sun—it was her spirit. The way she carried herself, her little smile, the way her steps syncronised with mine.

A reflection of everything inside her, casting a shadow on me as I walked by her side.

She changed so much.

I couldn’t stop the thought from hitting me. I still remembered the Y/n that came back from that training summer when in middle school.

That day, when I felt the weakest.

Her eyes were—empty.

Void.

As if someone drained her soul out of her .

The fire in her eyes, gone. The way she forced a smile , pretending that everything was alright. As she tried to hide the blood-stained bandages wrapped around her body. It was like she was a different person, like whatever light had been there before had faded, leaving something hollow.

I know she doesn’t want me to think about it…

I couldn’t help it.

My teeth gritted, as I felt the tension in my fists, the blood rushing to my veins. A vein popped in my neck, and the craving came.

That hunger for blood, for a fight—hell...

For anything to numb down this feeling that was crawling up my spine. My hands itched for a sword, for something to crush. To tear up whoever did that to her.

" I want her to rely on me... To let me bear all of the weight she bears on her shoulders"

Then she spoke. “Um... Zoro?”

Everything else just disappeared. Her voice was the only thing I could hear. It pulled me back. I softened. I couldn’t help it. “Yeah?”

She rubbed the back of her neck, laughing awkwardly. “It’s stupid to ask you this, but... do you know where we are?”

I stopped walking, confused for a second, then rubbed my head. It hit me all at once. “Ah.”

As to show her the way back to her home .I grabbed her wrist tightly and firmly .I could feel the heat radiating from underneath my palm, spreading on the tip of my ears and my cheeks as well.

But then...

Her eyebrows drew together.

It was subtle , barely from an inch. A lone droplet of sweat made its way down my face.

I loosened it.

" Idiot ! - What ?! You're blaming me now ?! It's partly YOUR FAULT as well you know ?! - Tsk. Nevermind."

Why is she so stubborn ?? Why can't she tell me I hurt her ?

...

Why doesn't she want to rely on me ?

Does she thinks I'm too weak yet ?

Guess I'll have to train harder .

Will I ever be strong enough ?

My eyes widened a bit as I felt this warmth again. This time not under my palm , but over it, covering my callous hands as best her minuscule hands could.

The corners of my lips lifted as she declared which way to take.

And she walked ahead.

All I could see was her back.

My smile dropped.

I'll have to train three times harder than before.

[phyto54]

Ocean

consider this as a song or a poem if u'd like. Lots of punctual errors, I didn't edited yet.

A current of words held me gently

teached me how to swim

To navigate this ocean

Wide and seemingly

never-ending.

One day , I grew up I was ten

Things changed , not the same anymore

Was it my fault or their ?

[Chorus]

They kept attacking from all sides

throwing things, lethal threads

That held onto me

Grabbing my skin, tearing it apart .

Blood is pooring... Oh why am I crying ?

Am I exaggerating ?

Is it just me ... That hate society

Yet I'd like to be part of it.

I hold on tightly as

They kept attacking from all sides

throwing things, lethal threads

That held onto me. My blood is pouring.

Never enough it what it seems to me

They demand, they reclaim....

Things I never wanted

Shinier and prettier, from another realm.

Out of my bubble , I am drowning.

Deep into the sea

This seemingly endless

Ocean of people

Of all vices existing

Of all crisis and words.

In the depth of it.

Oh , I kept drowning.

[Chorus]

They kept attacking from all sides

throwing things, lethal threads

That held onto me

Grabbing my skin, tearing it apart .

Blood is pooring... Oh why am I crying ?

Am I exaggerating ?

[phyto54]

۫ ۪ 𝆴 . A War of Love part 15 ۫ ۪ 𝆴 . :

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"At least they finally gave me a break," I grumbled, slumping in my seat. My red-haired friend arched a brow at that, her thumb pointing across the café as side-eyed the three suspicious figures who tried to hide behind a poorly-placed newspaper (Sabo), a stack of menus (Ace), and a very obvious potted plant ( no surprise at who it is).

"Are you sure I shouldn't call the cops?" she whispered, pulling out her phone.

Robin sipped her tea, hiding a smile behind the cup, her black bangs slightly shifting to the side.

"Don’t bother," It'll be of no use, robin stated smoothly.

I nodded , head turning to face Nami "The police is sick and tired of those idiots. They won't come . In fact, they even tell you that I should be grateful for having free security."

Nami pouted, unconvinced. She placed her hand on her cheek , sipping at her icy tangerine juice.The ice cubes rubbing against each other, a crisp sound resulting of it. She eyed again at my brothers ,who hid their face again with what they call" their disguise ", nonetheless the ominous aura of their gaze could still be felt.

"Yeah... if stalking counts as protection."

She's not wrong. I already have enough stalker on my back already... But they're harmless one , it should be fine , right ?

A large, gloved hand tapped gently on my shoulder.

When I turned around, blue eyes like the sky greeted me apologicately . Sabo ... What have they done again ?

I was halfway through convincing myself the day couldn't get worse when the two others came running up, looking panicked.

Ace scratched his head sheepishly.

"Bad news, sis. Big fire in town. Gotta go." Luffy nodded along. Somehow they managed to be perfectly synchronized on that.

Sabo clapped me on the shoulder with a diplomatic smile, contrasting with his slightly furrowed brows.

"I have an emergency at work as well ... But don't worry."

Oh don't worry dear bro, I'm not.

" We arranged a substitute bodyguard."

Luffy just laughed ."You’ll be in SUPER good hands!!"

Something felt odd in that . But I can't quite put my finger on it...

Well... It'll bring me nowhere to overthink it. If a cataclysm will happen, it will. As it always do. I'll figure things out at that moment.

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Finally, temporary peace.

Just me and my iced coffee.

Nothi...

Music started to play in the background. It did not come from the speakers of the mall...

I have my little idea on who this may be.

my lips carved into a smile. This idiot... Can't he avoid to announce to the entire place he's here for once ?

" Hiii Sis !! " He stormed in on his rhino skateboard, a type of speaker that seemed to be stolen from an old ninety street movie on his shoulders.

They managed to put him out of all persons in a suit ??

"SUPER PROTECTION MODE: ACTIVATED!! " I looked up at the ceiling for a moment. Idiots, all of them.

I couldn't t be happier about it.

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I pulled my hood a little higher as I walked down the street, my boots scuffing quietly against the cobblestones. Franky clanked along beside me — arms swinging wide, steps heavy like always. He didn’t seem to notice the space he took up or the way people gave us a wide berth. That was just Franky. Big. Loud. Unmissable.

I didn’t mind it, honestly. It was kind of comforting in a weird way — like carrying a personal fortress wherever I went.

He kept glancing around with those mirrored shades, scanning rooftops, windows, alleyways, like he was expecting assassins to jump out at any second. Every so often, he’d strike a random stance — one leg out, arms flexed like some over-the-top superhero — before casually continuing like nothing had happened.

I didn’t even blink anymore.

We passed a fruit vendor whose cart wobbled dangerously when Franky brushed by it. He shot the man a finger-gun and a grin so wide it could’ve split his face in two. The vendor blinked, nodded nervously, and promptly dropped an apple.

Franky didn’t notice. He was already onto surveying the next building.

A little boy, no older than five, peered at him from behind his mother’s skirts with wide, awe-struck eyes. Franky caught sight of him, crouched down his arm protheses hissing with a mechanical whirr , and handed the kid a shiny bolt like it was a treasure.

The kid smiled.

I snorted quietly under my breath and kneeled down.

You know , it's his favorite trinket. If I were you , I'd take great care of it. Who knows maybe it'll help you be as cool as him one day ?

His eyes turned into stars.

Really ?

I nodded. His mother looked halfway between grateful and terrified.

It was worth it .

By the time we reached the main square, the sun was starting to dip lower, throwing long shadows over the stone pavement. I was just about to suggest we head back to the ship when Franky's belt communicator crackled so loudly it made a couple pigeons startle into flight.

He froze mid-step, one giant hand smacking the device against his ear.

"Franky here."

The voice on the other end was rambling — something about the engine room, smoke, a busted valve. I couldn’t catch every word, but I didn’t need to. Anything that got Franky's face that serious was bad news.

Without a word, he snapped the communicator shut and turned to me.

His shades slid down his nose just enough for me to see his eyes — sharp and clear.

"Emergency," he said simply. "It's Tom.The family business needs me. Y'know... He's not at his best lately."

I nodded once.

Go. I can handle myself. I survived my family. Nothing else can kill me !

He chuckled, clapped a heavy hand onto my shoulder — not hard, just enough to make me feel the weight of it — and gave me a small, confident grin.

"Stay frosty, little sis. I’ll call ya . "

Then — with a hiss of hydraulics — he launched forward, rocket-skating down the road in a blur of mechanical limbs and roaring laughter, leaving a faint echo of "SUPER!!" bouncing off the buildings.

I watched the spot where he disappeared until the dust finally settled.

The square felt a lot bigger without him around.

Colder, too.

I tugged my sleeves down over my hands and turned, planning to head toward the market before it got too dark — only to stop short as a tall shadow loomed into my path.

The green hair was unmistakable.

Zoro stood there, arms crossed lazily over his chest, watching me with that half-bored, half-sharp look he always wore when he was paying more attention than he wanted people to know.

"Oi," he said, voice low. "Where’s your metal babysitter?"

I shrugged, adjusting my bag over my shoulder.

"Rocketed off," I said. "Engine trouble."

Zoro grunted, stepping closer. His gaze flicked around the square — slow, methodical — like he was counting exits, judging threats.

Old habits, I guessed.

"Guess you’re stuck with me now," he muttered.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Didn’t know I needed sticking to."

He snorted under his breath. It might’ve been a laugh, but it disappeared too fast to be sure.

For a second, neither of us moved. The late afternoon sun caught on his earrings, made the scar over his eye look sharper.

Then he jerked his head toward the road.

"C’mon. Before you get into trouble." - Wait ... You're the one saying that ?

I rolled my eyes, but my feet moved anyway — falling in step beside him without thinking about it.

Maybe having a fortress wasn’t the only way to feel safe.

Hi everyone ! ♪(´▽｀)

Today I tried to try to write dialogue didderently . I'm pretty sure you noticed...

I like it because , it just makes the pagr look more interesting to look at . In my opinion.

I dunno for u but when I'm tired but still want to read I often get lost on my page ( a bit like zoro ) and forget at which line I was. And since all of them are so similar I gotta read the page all over again...

So this could help prevent that type of scenario !

[phyto54]

۫ ۪ 𝆴 . A War of Love part 14 ۫ ۪ 𝆴 . :

• A War of Love ( masterlist)

I shut the door behind me with the kind of sigh that only comes after a long day.

Silence.

Finally.

But the peace didn’t even last a heartbeat.

“Y/N!! WHAT’S FOR DINNER?!”

Before I could even take off my shoes, Luffy came barreling at me like a cannonball, his arms flailing as he slammed into me. My keys clattered to the floor.

“Luffy—! I just got home!”

“But I’m starving!!” he wailed, clinging to my arm like a lifeline.

“Didn’t you eat three bowls at lunch?”

“That was hours ago!” he groaned dramatically.

I hadn’t even taken off my shoes yet. The strap on my bag was digging into my shoulder, and my body ached like it had been running all day — which it basically had. Still, I pushed through it, nudging him off with a tired smile that I didn’t quite mean.

Then—

“Yo~ Finally back, huh?”

I turned, and there was Ace, sauntering in from the hallway like it was a beach house and not, you know, a home with actual walls. Shirtless, of course.

“Ace,” I groaned. “Shirt. Now.”

He stretched, arms behind his head, completely unbothered. “Relax. It’s not like we’ve got guests.”

“You’ve said that every day this week. That doesn’t make it less annoying.”

Before I could finish arguing, I heard a suspicious click behind me.

I turned slowly.

“Luffy... what’s that in your hand?”

His eyes darted to mine, wide. The marker froze mid-stroke on his chest.

“LUFFY!” I lunged at him. “Is that a permanent marker?!”

“I was just gonna draw Ace’s tattoo! It’s cool!”

“No! Absolutely not!” I snatched the marker and shoved it on top of the fridge, far out of reach. “We’re not doing this again. I am not scrubbing black ink off your stomach for two hours like last time.”

He looked personally betrayed. I didn’t care.

The exhaustion was already crawling up my spine, and I hadn’t even gotten to the kitchen yet.

I tossed my bag onto the counter and turned on the rice cooker. The hum of the machine was the only thing keeping me grounded as I started pulling ingredients from the fridge.

Behind me, the house was alive with noise. No, not noise. War.

Luffy shouting. Something crashing. Someone laughing way too hard for it to be safe.

I leaned on the kitchen counter. Just for a second.

But I knew better. One second turns into five, and five turns into—

“Y/N! Come see this!”

Too late.

I peeked around the corner into the boys’ room — and chaos greeted me like an old friend.

Sabo wasn’t home yet, still working hard. Which meant I had to deal with everything alone tonight.

Luffy had a frying pan duct-taped to his arm, running around like some kind of superhero. Ace was wielding a broomstick like a sword, and Garp was—well, Garp. He was sitting on my vacuum cleaner, shouting orders like a general.

“LUFFY, FLANK LEFT! ACE, DEFEND THE SOFA FORT! ACE, ACE !YOU’RE BLEEDING OUT, ACT LIKE IT!”

“What is this?!”

“It’s training!” Garp shouted proudly. “Simulated battlefield! Gotta toughen ‘em up!”

“On my clean floors?!”

He ignored me. “NO MERCY, BOYS! REAL LIFE WON’T WAIT FOR DINNER!”

My eye twitched.

I walked away. Not worth it.

I turned back to the kitchen, robotically stirring the soup and frying something that I think was tofu but could’ve been cardboard for all I cared at that point.

My hair blew lazily at a not-so-unknown source of wind. " SURPRISE ATTACK ! "

As I kept stirring the soup, my body moved by himself, dodging the Garps punch.

Sometimes I wonder if he want me dead...

The old man ran back to the living room. Not a single word escaped his mouth, not even a thumbs up. Just his ego as "a tutor" being pumped up.

The noise continued. Warzone in the living room. My patience was thinning like cheap thread.

Eventually, I got them fed. The table was wiped. The floor swept. I turned on the washing machine again and stuffed in a second load of clothes I hadn’t planned on doing tonight.

My arms ached.

But I wasn’t done.

I still had to clean their room — pillows everywhere, wrappers under the bed, three cups all with varying degrees of juice rot.

I was so tired I didn’t even gag at the mystery smell under Luffy’s mattress.

The boys were still laughing in the hallway, shouting game strategies like they were soldiers instead of overgrown kids.

I wanted to yell. I wanted to cry.

But I just cleaned.

Again.

Like always.

By the time I reached my room, my legs barely carried me. My brain was a fog. I fell onto my bed with a soft groan, hoping—praying—that no one would call my name for just five minutes.

Thunk.

Something jabbed my ribs.

I rolled over, groaning, and reached under me.

It was a small picture frame. Bent at the corner. I blinked, confused—then flipped it around.

And my heart stopped.

It was that drawing.

A stick-figure me. A giant smiling Luffy. Dirt stains everywhere. In big block letters: "To the best mom – Y/N."

I hadn’t seen it in years.

My breath hitched.

And just like that, I was back in that sunlit kindergarten classroom. Luffy running up to me, little legs pumping, fists holding a wrinkled paper.

“LOOK! LOOK! It’s for you!”

“For Mother’s Day!” he grinned. “We were told to give it to our moms, but I don’t have one... So I gave it to you! You’re the closest thing to it !”

He looked so proud.

My arms had wrapped around him before I even thought.

“You like it ?” he asked sheepishly. " A lot ,even . "

Ace, snickering behind us: “Suits you well, old ma’am!”

A slap on the head. “She’s not old,” Sabo scolded him. “She’s mature.”

I snickered. “If I’m old, Ace... that makes you a baby, doesn’t it?”

He’d stared at me. I stared back.

We exchanged glaces back and forth, his face turning into a hilarious grimace whereas mine twisted in laughter.For my defense, I tried to hold it back ...

Then he chased me through the school court.

I smiled now, a real one, but my hands were still shaking. I didn’t know whether I wanted to cry or scream.

I exhaled, frustration bubbling in my chest.

It was always like this, wasn’t it? Me, carrying everything. Cooking. Cleaning. Running after them.

They couldn’t see it. They didn’t even know how much I was keeping inside.

How much longer could I do this?

I ran my fingers over the drawing again.

I hadn’t realized how much I missed those moments.

Looking at the drawing now, faded and wrinkled from all the years, I felt a lump form in my throat.

I placed it gently on the nightstand, then lay back, closing my eyes.

But that heaviness in my chest didn’t leave. If anything, it was stronger now.

I want to just sleep it off.

Yet sleep won't come to me .

It was late when I heard a gentle knock on my door. Sabo's voice followed, soft and familiar: "Y/n?" He pushed the door open without waiting for a reply. "Hey there. How was your presentation?"​

I looked up from my desk, rubbing my eyes. "It went well, I think. The biology one," I added.​

Sabo smiled, stepping in to ruffle my raven-hair affectionately. "I'm proud of you. I'm sure you aced it."​

I offered a small smile, though I knew it didn't quite reach my eyes. As he does every single time, his eyes pierced through me .

And noticed, his brow furrowing slightly. "Must be tired. am I right ?" he teased, tossing a plushy at me. "And don't try to lie to me."​

I caught the plushy, holding it tightly in my lap. "Yeah, a bit," I admitted, my voice quieter now.​

His gaze softened as he noticed the plushie—a polar fox one ? he hadn't seen before. Oh. You finally found it ?"​

I hesitated, fingers tracing the plushy's stitching. "Yeah... I found it online."​

Sabo raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the story. "That's great. But you know you can tell me anything, right?"​

I bit my lip, my mind racing. I hadn't told anyone about the strange occurrences—the feeling of being watched, the unsettling plushy. But I trusted Sabo.

I wanted to .

He was my brother,my greatest ally and partner in crime...

The only one who can get me. Despite all my lies.

I inhaled deeply.

I finally spoke. "I've been... followed. For a while now. I didn't want to worry you."​

Sabo's expression darkened, his protective instincts kicking in. "Don't worry, lil sis . " he said firmly, giving me a reassuring smile. "Your dear brother will take care of everything !"​

I regretted my decision instantly.

The next day, I found myself flanked by three figures in dark sunglasses and sharp suits. Sabo, Ace, and Luffy moved with exaggerated seriousness, their presence more ridiculous than comforting.

"Your personal security detail," Sabo explained with a grin. "We'll be with you wherever you go. No one gets near you without going through us first !"​

I blinked in surprise, glancing at the trio. "Sabo,isn't this a bit much..."​

He shrugged, his smile unwavering. "Better safe than sorry. Besides, we look good in suits."​

As I walked to school, the trio flanked me on all sides. They moved in perfect synchrony, their eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced vigilance. Despite their intimidating appearance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of security.​

"Don't worry," Ace said, his voice low and reassuring. "We've got your back." " Yeah ! " Luffy chimed in.

I facepalmed me, my hands sluggishly rubbing down my face.

God, please wake me up from this nightmare....

[phyto54]

۫ ۪ 𝆴 . A War of Love part 13 ۫ ۪ 𝆴 . :

• A War of Love ( masterlist)

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Clap ,clap, clap...

I hurried. My feet hitting the concrete floor.

I clasped my teeth together as water rippled down my drenched hair . " Aargh ! "

Faster ...

My legs obeyed, their rhythm gradually growing .Though, it wasn't enough. I'm already late !

" Come... Oooon ! "

And I sprinted faster than I ever did in my entire lifetime. Including my time in boot camp.

After a few miles , I stopped in my track, panting.

Then ... The rain stopped ?

I couldn't feel anymore the drops hitting me. Yet when I opened my eyes, it was still pouring cats and dogs.

Someone sighed. Letting out a familiar cigar scent. " You'll never change, do you ? " He combed a hand through his snowy hair . It's only when he reached for a new cigar that I noticed .

Dark bag surrounded his eyes , his hair were disheveled, yet he wears his uniform impeccably as always.

I managed a smile . " What do you talk about ? I was just on my way home .

- Can't your brothers pick you up ?

- They asked but ... "

He scalped the scalp of his nose.

" Why are you so stubborn ?

- Guess I'm not the only one here ... Rough day ? Or should I say week ?

- Don't try to avoid the subject at hand.

- My smallest apologies, officer Smoker . Guess I'm caught in the act. "

My smile widened. I flinched.

" Smoker ... You don't need to...

- don't you dare take this coat off of you. Care for a hot drink ?

- Do I really have a choice ? "

His brows knitt together.

Guess I have my answer.

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- Here.

He handed me a towel .

- Thank you.

My cheeks puffed a bit, forming a slight pout. He sat besides me . Handing me a hot bottle of camomile. Red berry's better. . .

I took a gulp, not one to complain though.

" So. . . " I turn towards him. He's engaging the conversation ?? His brain must be rotten with all these sleepless nights ...

He cleared his throat clearly avoiding my gaze.

" How was school ? " I adjusted my pose, straightening my back to make my speech chipper .

" Great, actually . I didn't died on the spot. " His face darkened, clenched,now sharp, eyes piercing through me like bloodthirsty knives ready to turn its victim to pieces .

I had goosebumps for a second.

He looked like Garp. . .

I held onto both of my arms.Shivering. Trying to calm down. I'm overthinking it, he'd never harm me.

A single word escaped his lips.

" Who ?"

Though not so sure about the unknown stalker....

I can manage that by myself.

"It's not what you think ! I... just had a presentation this morning... In biology. - I hope you are not lying to me. " He arched a brow. - Of course I'm not ! How would I dare to lie to a police officer ? That would be stupid ... " Well, I'm not lying. Just telling part of it. It's different.

" If I came to have suspicions, I'll open an inquiry. Got it ? " He lit up a cigar, covering it with its hand to prevent outside wind to reach it. Stood up back on his two feet, casting its huge shadow onto me.

" You should sleep more, its not good for your growth. " He pat my head " Or you'll stay small forever at this rate. " He made his way toward the automatic doors. My steps preceded him, almost instinctively . " I am not small ! Just average ... - Of course. "

When I was about to part away, he followed me. Pretending having something to do over here as well. And while he was at it he nonchalantly said, why not sharing his umbrella with me ?

As our steps were muffled by the waterdrops echoing in a multitude of orchestras, all perfectly coordinated, sounding melodious, soothing and organised. The streets illuminated by sunlight. The floors turning into either lakes or a distorted mirror . Reflecting, distorting and interpreting their surroundings. With all their colors, light and darkness.

He asked me how I was doing, if I was eating, sleeping enough, those kinds of things. I burrowed herself deeper into the folds of his iconic white jacket. Pure white and fluffy, like the fur of a polar fox without a single stain as always.

It felt... warm.

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I've visited lots of friends houses before.

Which means I've got a peek into their everyday lives, and... Met their parents.

And it was so ... different.

They called them by cute nickname such as "dear", "honey" or even " the second love of my life" .They were the one making lunch and doing most of the chores. And they asked on the phone tons of questions like " how are you ? " ," Is everything going well at school ?","Are you eating enough ?" or sometimes " Don't go out alone it's dangerous ." When she was once bullied, her mom stormed in the school , yelling " WHO DID THAT TO YOU ??"

My dad left me and Luffy when we were born.

Leaving us under the care of Garp, our grandpa. I never had any clue on who was my mom. Nor do I care about it. We were probably the result of a slip up of a late-night...

I don't know how it really feels to have parents.

i glanced at Smoker. But ...

Perhaps , having a father feels that way.