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in hqverse there’s an atsumu lookalike competition and osamu shows up and lose

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you know what’s been on my mind lately? There’s something no one knows about toge’s gallery, a video in his favorites. It’s taken as a selfie by him, you straddled over him in his gaming chair. The soft fabric of both your hoodies are tugged down showing the prettiest shades of matching marks. It’s a short clip, of him sticking his tongue out with a slight smirk looking into the screen. And you, your pretty tongue’s out as well, the tip slowing tracing the cursed speech mark on his. His breath hitching at every dips and turns of your hot mouth, a low note rumbling at the pressure on his birthmark. In the dim light spit runs down his blown lips and pale throat. The video stops right there with your soft teasing giggle mixed with his throaty moan, just barely catching his eyes rolling back-

It’s on his favorites for a reason.

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This comment irked me in the worst way possible. I was already having a bad morning and saw this so I’m going to be an ass today.

I live in the country. Go to school in the country. I’ve lived here for 10 years straight. Do you think I don’t know that not all of Korea is like this? What do you gain from comparing the atrocities happening here to America? If you want to compare the two then compare the size of the country itself, the amount of people there, and everything else, too. Surprise, with the amount of offenders coming out of this deepfake case alone, it’s not a reach to suspect men that you pass on the street in Korea.

Do you realize how disgusting you sound by making this comment? “Oh, I’m sorry this happened at all, but America is worse.” - does that mean this shouldn’t be taken serious then? Fuck every other country compared to the great fucking US?

Not attack your country? I’m not attacking my country for fucks sake - I want to love it here, but it’s fucking impossible with the news that comes out everyday - I’m stating a fact, A FACT THAT 220,000 KOREAN MEN WERE IN A TELEGRAM CHAT THAT MADE DEEPFAKE PORNOGRAPHY OF PEOPLE CLOSE TO THEM.

Was it the part I said the country is too lenient on men? Is that the problem? Want me to bring up examples? Seungri, famous kpop idol. He got a year and a half after mediating prostitution, sharing nude photos of girls (without their permission) with other men, and gambling. Oh, he’s famous? Fine, wanna hear about the Cho Doo-Soon case? A 56 year old man raped an 8 year old girl to the point of her having a disability for the rest of her life and he got 12 years in prison because he claimed he was drunk. You want to know where he was set free to? His old home, 800m away from his victim’s house. That’s a 10 minute walk away.

Would statistics help you understand the gender inequality better? The Global Gender Gap Index, Korea ranked 94th out of 146 countries. That’s 51 ranks below America, for your information.

For a final kick, want to know what happened in Korea this week alone? Or is this nothing compared to America, too?

Also what are you mentioning prostitues for? What does that have to do with this situation?

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first original tweet / second original tweet

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In 2020 I made a post on here regarding the nth room case. Unfortunaly it's a case again and this time a million times worse.

As far as the Taeil situation he's a kpop idol who was kicked out of his group right away after serious accusations of sexual misconduct came to light.

Please spread the word about this!

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🚨 UNDERAGE PORNOGRAPHY USING DEEPFAKE AND TELEGRAM IN KOREA🚨

Please take a second to read and reblog.

In Korea, middle, high school and college students are taking screenshots, even sneaking pictures of classmates, family members (sisters, cousins, even their own mothers) to make pornography videos and pictures in Telegram, using AI and Deepfake. Most of the victims right now are underage, and some are even using the generated pictures to threaten the victims.

It’s really a serious issue, and there are more than 220,000 memebers in said chat (it’s an estimated number, and it’s certain that there are more offenders not included in this) There are separated group chats for each middle school, high school, etc, the high school I’m attending right now included.

But as the Korean government did with the Nth room, their actions have been very timid, as well as the media. There isn’t any news coverage even though it’s basically a child pornography crime, especially since most of the offenders are underage. The schools are also taking limited actions.

People, especially the victims themselves are doing their own research, based on Twitter, sharing information about the schools of the victims to raise awareness, and also to share information about the perpetrators. Girls are taking down their profile pictures, instagram stories, making their profiles private, as they all have been used for the crime.

Please share, talk, and ask about this issue.

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Kuroo Tetsuro, and whatever teenage is.

Last summers end just before you come to a closure about whatever childhood was, and from there it’s all a rush to somewhere else- and at last, in the car ride, you wonder if one thing had been different, would everything be different?

Fluff

Because Kuroo, that tall, lean, built, handsome man that he has grown up to, now you realize that you’ve loved him all these years along. Now you see the stupid dances, the new years countdowns, the dumb traditions you’ve laughed at your friends fussing over, he has been right next to you all along. Growing up is cruel, and funny. Because finally, like the late summer afternoon breeze, it sweeps you over that in his laughter, there always had been some glaze of hope. It always had been you, in the corner of his gaze.

And it pains you to look over at the window, at the passing of the neighborhood you knew by name. Each turn is an age, and if anyone asks you, you can almost act out all those memories, so dear and, God, so you. The walks home, where Kuroo had his arms around Kenma, nagging at his posture and you laughing. The scent of the frame is so clear, because even then his other hand was hovering across yours, only inches away. That space between, now looking back, you sheepishly almost dare to hope to fold and have those young, dumb hands meet.

It truly is a beautiful thing, you think that behind the word teenage, maybe people came up with the form of it, because nothing will truly capture that time other than muttering out wistfully, truly that was the age of something. Something. Something. You wish it was something. You wish you did something, said something. To whisper out an invitation to the movies you went with him and Kenma a little different. To have had the chance to truly look at his nervous eyes before the match and give that hug a second longer, just enough for Kuroo to even guess if both your heartbeats bass the same. To have held his hand, just yesterday even. You could’ve, and it’s bitter because even then you knew, that “stay” from you could have lighten his desire to take the step to believe in love, as doubtful and afraid he is of it secretly in the inside.

But you pass his house. The blur, soundly familiar with the unspoken you now have the wisdom to name love all along makes you look back for a moment longer. In the movies they’d turn the car around, and you’d come running into the house for a breathless kiss, a perfect ending to a coming of age movie. That cut would be perfect, the credits coming up before crowds wonder about the monstrosities of entering college with a long distance relationship back home. That ending, careless and too easy, that you honestly long for right now, would be perfect.

Lost in you thoughts, you almost miss the ringing of your phone. Almost shameful, although not knowing why you should be caring about now recognizing your feelings about your childhood best friend, you hurriedly answer without looking.

“Have you left yet?” Kuroo’s rushed voice spits out as soon as you tap the screen. Instinctively, although you don’t know why, you step on the brakes in the middle of the streets, pulling up the the nearest corner.

“I- no. I mean I am.” You hush out. You don’t recognize your voice, and it would have made you laugh if you weren’t busy trying to figure why the hell you were so desperately getting out of the car, unfamiliar tears fogging up your senses.

“Oh.”

“I’m right by your house though. I-“ you cut him off, just for him to interrupt almost helplessly.

“I have to tell you something- God no there’s something you’ve left here- shit just-“ he’s blabbering now, and you’re sprinting now. Each step, in the street you can name each shadow of the afternoon branch, of your childhood, of all you know, is a courage. Almost drunk of the moment, this age of somewhere in between and growing up, you come home just one more time.

“I can see you.” You come home to that familiar figure standing outside his house, that stupid familiar hair still jagged up. Maybe four steps closer, he starts sprinting closer as well. Kuroo runs up to you, arms opening to catch you slowing down to look at his face. His lips are all bitten red, and his hands are visibly shaking.

“You- I was scared-“ he starts again.

“Yeah.” You breathe out, shaking away the tears with messy laughter.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I-“

And you open your lips, not sure what to say through all these feelings, maybe to echo out what he was trying to say? But ease comes to you, just like growing up. Love is courage, and taking those steps you were too young to even recognize. Because with him it’s okay, no. You don’t even care if it’s okay. It’s just Tetsuro. And it’s just you. You’ve seen this from the beginning, like that Easter egg in the beginning of the film. Just like time passing, too easy and beautiful and regretfully-

He leans closer, the space rapidly closing with his cluttering hands on your shoulders, he looks at your eyes a millisecond before capturing that moment with a swift sigh.

Whenever the movie cuts, whatever the plot may be, you feel his hungry, careful kiss.

Reckless? Yes. But love. And love all along.

So what’s the matter?

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Osamu Miya (23) owner of Onigiri Miya, your hand in marriage PLEASE

this tweet was the inspo btw:

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i’m not writing but i want you to know that i constantly imagine a tormented hajime. who breaks at the feel of love, who has thrived on being whole and structured and complete, and immediately loses his sense of self in the thought of someone else.

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And I’ll watch

You watch him forget you like you’d watch him breathe, because that’s young love in the real world. Someone falls out.

Just angst

The thing about heartbreak, it’s not like in the movies, the songs, or the books. No crying out in the rain at 3am, no the-other-girl in his phone, no unsent letters, nothing really. Young love, and how it ends is surprisingly more simple than you’d expect. Or even want. That’s what kills you.

Good people fall out of love. No one writes about that.

No one writes about how instinctively, you just know that you’re the one who loves more in the relationship. The gaps between the texts that keeps you waiting- with that nervous faint smile friends would quietly notice it’s anxiety. The dates where the excited words you’re rushing out just seems to be heard, not listen to. And you catch yourself making excuses for it, because maybe he’s just tired right? You’re just so glad to finally see him, for him to finally make time for you, so you just smile through the empty void seeping through your significant other’s face.

You’re not sure what is more painful- having known how radiantly gentle he is when he is in love, so how can you not tell how he is falling out of it, or having to push even that aside, because God knows you can’t address that now. Your gut tells you to just ignore the upcoming unavoidable conversation, push even your feelings aside. You know you can’t walk away. As much as you would have laughed at being in a position like this, the heart wants what it wants.

The heart wants what used to be yours.

There’s nothing left to do. And you’d give anything to have that last fierce argument, because you know he wouldn’t fight for anything now. Your boy, as brutal it is but somehow still at this moment your man, is falling out of love with you. And you can’t do anything but watch. Watch him not ask to switch places walking down the street. Listen to his familiar voice ask to leave the restaurant early.

And fucking hell, love is what makes you glad for that chance. That chance of being near him for just one more day. For being able to go to sleep with that empty I-love-you text, all too well knowing how can someone love without aching to know about your day?

Yet you’ll watch him fall out of love. Because that’s how young love ends. It’s a lot more quiet. It’s a lot more empty.

And that’s what kills you.

AKAASHI, OSAMU, IWAIZMUMI, KITA, DAICHI, YAMAGUCHI (I’m going to sob), SAKUSA

GETO, okay kill me but YUUJI

JEAN, LEVI

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guess who loves the season 3 op so much they redrew it in timeskip (this guy)

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hiii, take ur time bbg we'll wait for you, and i'm sure that ure doing great, you can do it, dont let the artists block get to you, i'm sure u can do it <33

ugh this is so sweet I needed this 😭😭

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sorry guys I’m not posting so much rn I’m doing ap art in my country and I’m regretting each and one of my life decisions

I feel like I have no talent at anything and ugh everything just sucks so much

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What the books don’t tell

Mutual pining. That’s what the books would name this, he knows. And yeah, he’d give anything to have that happy ending. But not just yet.

Fluff, mutual pining

He’s read about this.

There must be a reason why you asked to go over the material at his house, when he’s seen you take all the notes and nod back to the teacher oh so sweetly. There must be a reason why you were still here, at this hour, when usually he knows you’d be posting on your closed friends story a picture of you sprawled about in your matching pajamas, the room gently lit and looking like your subtle sweet scent. There must be a reason why you were sitting there in the softest shirt, the one he remembers complimenting with sweaty palms. Above all, there must be a reason why you’re asleep next to him, cheeks softly squished against your arm.

He’s read about this trope. He’s read about this trick. He knows what you’re doing.

He knows how you feel.

He knows how he feels.

So he quietly leans on his arm. He looks at the way your hands slightly clench in your sleep every so often. He memorizes the way your frame rise and fall, and syncs his breathing to it. May you always take his breath away, for even apart his be yours, after all. He looks at your face, studying the features.

In the books he would lean in. Your eyes would flutter open, and he would hear your gentle giggle and kiss you again. In the books he read, he would lean in. He has to lean in.

But the thing is, the books don’t tell about the little speech in his head that he has went through when you stagger awake. The books don’t tell about the way he would stutter over that speech, his hands sweating and eyes fixed anywhere else than your pretty face. The books won’t be about the way he would shut up midway, thinking he had messed the whole thing up. In the books he would just lean in.

But maybe in a future far away, probably not in a book but as a bedtime story, he would tell about how you held his anxious hands. He would tell about how you gladly nodded to him, flashing that darling smile he would give anything to keep on your pretty face. He wouldn’t need another book to take advice from, because you would then walk in and turn off the lights. You would kiss his forehead and lead him out.

You’re all he has read about. And you’re all that he would ever write about.

You just have no idea.

Yet.

AKAASHI, TSUKI, KUROO, IWAIZUMI, KITA

ARMIN

MEGUMI

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imagine hot summer days

It’s so hot, you imagine if it’s what it is like to be buried. You wonder if people will be able to smell the love of his gaze on you at this moment. You pray that they will.

Fluff, little something based on my previous post cuz I am a sucker for summer

Hot summers. The ac is broken with a week until the AS comes, so it’s a lazy afternoon on your bed, wearing the skimpiest tank and shorts, laying down flat with the fan on the highest setting. You’ve got a glass of ice linked between your arms, switching every now and then to keep both sides cool. It’s a pretty desperate attempt to stay sane in this burning weather, especially when you’ve got this furnace of a boy laying flat next to you.

He looks loopy as well, sweaty hair sticking to his slightly red face. You guys are sharing a pillow, the biggest form of intimacy you’ll allow at the moment, and his breath fans around the humid room across to your face, smelling like soap and wooden gym floor. It’s comforting. He’s comforting. The white sound of the fan and the occasional airplane noise is almost to lure you to sleep- maybe you’re passing out. You wouldn’t mind, you’re in the safest hands- until you feel hot fingertips feather on your stomach. You open your eyes and glance at the handsome boy, who’s still looking up at the ceiling with heavy eyelids, but pretty face barely holding back the smile. You softly snap the hand away.

“It’s hot.” You whisper.

“You’re hot.” He whispers back. You roll your eyes affectionately. You can’t tell if it’s the heat or he is actually blushing. Ever so charming. You hate that it works every time. You’re blushing.

“I really am. So please stay on your side of the bed.”

“Like this?” He leans over to you, the body clearly not touching, but you can feel the warmth radiate from him. Despite his cheeky teasing, you feel content. Your eyes soften. You feel held, and it’s something about summer that you love. You already felt like he was touching you- everywhere, so warm and hot and drowsy but oh so passionate. Yeah summer. Young, stupid love. But he’s yours, and he looks at you, your entire face.

His love is observing you. And torturing you with terrible lines, but his gaze dips you into something people will only call youth. And love. You memorize his scent. You know it will be held part of your own musk, for longer than you’ll live. You think about being buried under a willow tree. You pray that other lovers- in a hot summer day just like this- will catch the scent of this moment and pass it on. It’s the kind of moments you’ll write poetry about, and pray that people will read on your grave. You hope to live, to be recognized just as this moment, all down to the molecules. Not because he owns you- but you’ll be named after his love, for only he truly knows the symbols you speak.

“Yeah. Like that.”

“Sleepy?”

“A little.”

“I’ll wake you up when it gets a little cooler.”

You know he won’t. His big built body is getting warmer just like how it gets when he gets sleepy. You know he isn’t going to set that alarm. But you wouldn’t mind jerking up at 11 pm all in sweat and fake complaining to him for letting you two to miss an entire day. You wouldn’t mind his sleepy, firm and gentle hands pull you back into the bed. It’s just a day. It’s just a very hot summer day.

And honestly? You wouldn’t even mind missing a sweet little eternity if it’s with your boy.

OSAMU, AKAASHI, SUGAWARA, TSUKISHIMA, KUROO, KITA, IWAIZUMI

SUGURU, CHOSO

JEAN, EREN

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Let me add suga tf he’s perfect

that thin line of making out

You want it, you’re pretty sure he wants it too. So what do you do when nobody has the courage to make the next move?

Suggestive fluff, maybe smut

His hands are gripping your shirt, so tight just enough for it to wrinkle and ride up your soft skin. It’s funny, because at the same time he is laying down facing you, with this some wall between. But his tongue feels so desperate, and that thin line of sanity you can feel it on his lips. It’s been how long? Hours? You don’t even know. There’s chills along with spit running down your jaw of constant making out. Correction; just. making out.

The feeling of numb lips, an unfamiliar feeling, shoots down into your spine. The fact that you can now recognize his heavy breathing- for it’s basically yours at this point- makes the warmth between your legs pool, and you’re just praying that it’s not seeping through your shorts. He hasn’t even touched away from your shoulders yet.

Your hands are gripping his face, and you can feel every vibration from his throat on your fingertips. Soft hitches of groans escaping into your mouth, it seems to echo back to his, however hard you’re even to keep it down. There’s sweat all over- shit, it might be the spit, you don’t know- and the room feels so hot it’s dizzying. You carefully experiment your fingers- tiptoeing down to his neck, hoping your slow movements won’t give away what you’re thinking.

It’s a weird feeling. You’re so content in this moment, feeling him all around you. Your hands are glued where they are, and you’re holding onto your sanity for dear life, not even knowing why you’re holding back in the first place. In all honesty, you’re sure he feels the same. If you grabbed off his shirt, you know he would be thanking you. The burning twitching in his thighs, every time you bite his plump lips, bucks into yours messily.

You’re curious. The thick layers of sweatpants- something you’ve never even considered before- limits the warmth, and the hardness to be felt from your thighs, where all your senses seem to be focused on. The realization of it- that the fabric is limiting you from him, a part of him that you’ve never explored before, makes your face burn. Yeah there’s no doubt about you not wanting to go further. But something in you stops you, as it does him. Shit, you never knew being so similar to each other could make this so frustrating.

He pulls away from you, and the feeling of him taking a shaky warm breath makes you hesitantly open your eyes. And you swear you could have devoured him right there- rolled him over and climbed right on top- by his sinfully blown eyes staring right at your puffy glossy lips. You tense up a little, and glance down to look at his, bitten all cherry red and so pretty. He looks back into your eyes, and you’re not sure what’s in that look. You’re not sure because you feel the exact same way. His eyes are begging with pure adoration and devotion, but of what? Permission? Dismissal?

At this point you wish he would just undress you, or just push you off. Anything, anything to make this situation something else. Anything else than this pure anticipation. Your hands are still on his pulse point, the skin now searing hot and drumming of adrenaline. His hands are gripping your arms, now the sleeves all ridden up and the tense skin touching- quite the courage, by your and his standards, but fuck. You wanted much more. Or a definite less. But oh, so desperately more, if only possible.

“Just so we’re on the same page here, I’m like really hard right now” he spurts out, and the random confession makes you blurt out a blushy laugh. Especially because the vocal expression of a vulgar word to you made his neck glow red. And that bulge in his pants visibly twitch. Huh, would that be the same shade?- hell, the thought makes you look away from his eyes, barely keeping your amused expression. The tension seems a little eased. You sink back into the bed, and God, it hits you that you’re so close to this handsome boy who you’ve got this crush on. And he’s so, so turned on by you. Lucky you.

“Yeah? I can tell.” you giddily whisper back, and for a second you catch the frustration seep out and a adorable mix of embarrassment and relief into his face. Cute. He’s so close, but he’s also so far away. The shallow breathing fans your face, and it smells like lemon candy, along with your chapstick. It’s a dearing combination, you make the mental note to ask about it later. His hands rise a little to fiddle with the edge of your elbows. It’s the most he can do right now, pretty much the only part of your skin that won’t bend his sanity into two. Yet the slim sweat on your arm is really testing him.

“It’s so hot in here” he breaks the silence again. You turn your head to look at him, and he shoots you a sweet puzzled face. To you it looks like a question. Almost a suggestion, a test, maybe a request. And you can’t help but very slowly blurt out, a trembling answer to your darling boy. You already know the answer. It’s almost like you’re asking this to yourself, to convince yourself that you’re in safe, loving, careful hands.

“Ca- can I take your clothes off?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he nods almost absentmindedly with the dumbest nervous smile forming on his lips. But judging from what you’ve seen under the dark lights, his pretty eager face flushing furiously, glittering mouth slightly agape and dark eyes for the tiniest second rolling back- fucking hell-

he almost came right there, in his pants. By your words only.

Yeah. You’re going to fucking devour your man.

YAMAGUCHI, LEV, YAKU, ASAHI, KUROO, OSAMU (come over babe one chance)

YUTA, YUUJI, MEGUMI

ARMINNNNN

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Osamu body heat hcs

Osamu radiates so much body heat and he’s kind of self conscious about it, especially in the summer. He hesitates to pull you into his arms, because he himself already is burning. He sweats buckets, and it’s a little different from Atsumu because whereas his twin kind of forgets about the fact that he is drenched with sweat, Osamu will visibly be in a bad mood until he is able to take a shower.

He won’t give you hugs after working out, because he doesn’t want you to get uncomfortable. Doesn’t smell bad, because he’s so up in his head about it and does his best to take care of himself, but definitely thinks that he does. I feel like his big hands will be burning, not very sweaty, pretty dry and rough even, but like searing hot to the point he flinches when he touches your relatively cool skin. Builds the habit of randomly placing his hands on the back of your nape when you have your hair up or something, just to mess with you.

All that being said, you bet he’s the best human heater in the winter. Definitely the type of guy who will kick off the covers at night, unconsciously of course, then proceed to crawl on top of you in his sleep when you whine that it’s literally freezing. Also the type to handle cold really well but does terrible with heat. Doesn’t like his hair sticking to his face with sweat, that’s one of the reasons why he liked volleyball so much, because it’s an indoor sport and there’s always ac on.

He will absolutely drive you insane about how he is so fixed on not wearing a coat or a jacket in the middle of winter. He already has a sweater on, and yes it took much convincing to put that on as well because he claimed that his hoodie would be just enough. Also he would take it off, even in a snowstorm, with just the thinnest shirt underneath, if you said you were cold. Not even trying to be a gentleman for you. Just takes it off and puts it on you, asks you if it smells okay, smirks a little at you blinking at him so puzzled about how the hell is this guy not freezing to death, rubs your cheek and say that the sweater seems a little big on you. and proceeds whatever he was doing, in just a shirt, in the middle of December.

Says it was getting hot anyway in the most dead pan face ever, you can’t tell if he’s being ironic. (He really isn’t, and he’s acting even more satire just to mess with you.) What makes you so messed up is that he does not get sick. In any shape or form, it’s pretty impossible for him to catch a cold. He does get migraines when he’s outside for too long, but pretends to not have them just to prove that he does not need another layer. Menace.

Works well for you in some ways in the summer though. Would refuse to put on clothes in the house. Just boxers, and maybe basketball shorts if you’re begging. Maybe. Would argue that he’s doing you a favor, giving you some smexy show for nothing, and yeah you do appreciate the sculpted back and thigh muscles maxed out now with those delicious little bits of fat on full display, only if he wasn’t a complete jerk with the ac settings.

Yeah definitely seems like the guy to unironically hide the controller and actually sulk when you turn the settings down. (Atsumu comes in again here. Anyone with siblings knows what it’s like with the ac settings. Old habits.) It’s always freezing at your house, especially if you come back from work you swear that he is the main reason for global warming (affectionate). He really does try for you, turning it a little higher few minutes before you get home, but secretly loves the way your small frame scrunches up from the chills and huddles up to him, body sticking to him for some warmth. He has always hated how he radiated so much heat, but with your bickering and cuddles, he’s beginning to think that maybe, it was like that all along for a sweet reason. (he’s annoying but he adores u)