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OK I HAVE A TEENY TINY ANNOUNCEMENT(S)

ONE : updates from now ‘til july 29 would be a bit slow since I have summer classes (Community Service and P.E.)

TWO : I was thinking of starting a Ko-fi page—then I remembered I can’t do that because I’m a fanfic writer, and that’s basically my one-way ticket to getting a lawsuit (is that how commissioning/tipping fanfiction works; I’m not too sure, but I’ve read many posts about it)

THREE : Yes, I have not forgotten about Love in Translation or my event reqs! Be patient with me (send help because my uni has me by the neck). I will get to them as soon as I can !!

That’s all, teehee. LOVE Y’ALL TAKE CARE MWAH MWAH KISSES <33

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did u guys miss me

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YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY FOR 4K+ I never imagined to reach such a milestone, huhu. Thank you guys—each and every one of you for getting us here. I’ve been disappearing and resurfacing so often these days, but swear, I’m back !! I LOVE YOU GUYS !! THANK YOU AGAIN <33

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This would go on from June 9 to June 15!

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☆ミ MESSAGE. A little note for everyone <3

YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY FOR 4K+ I never imagined to reach such a milestone, huhu. Thank you guys—each and every one of you for getting us here. I’ve been disappearing and resurfacing so often these days, but swear, I’m back !! I LOVE YOU GUYS !! THANK YOU AGAIN <33

☆ミ DETAILS.

Mutuals get five entries, while everyone only gets three. Please take your time in formulating your request, especially since each particular segment has a certain requirement.

This would go on from June 9 to June 15!

For anonymous entries, that can’t be done since the requirements are sending specific photos that a particular segment asks for!

Fandoms included are ATLA, Haikyuu, JJK, MHA and TWST.

All entries would be under ☁️.9

THE EVENT IS OPEN GUYS GO !!

☆ミ WONDERFUL MOOTIES.

@angeliicheartt @beanxiv @cashmoneyyysstuff @choccorin @expmdgdyn @fushiguruuzzzz @iheartduckie @kurogira @kobunnie @luvkinich @lounaticcc @lunatiqez @miyamoratsumuu @meidiary @omitea @rueclfer @satorisoup @stellar-headquarters @sweetheartsaku @s6rine @seneon @sepptember @solvisun @teabeexo @tokeposts @togacaffe @yintous

You guys are crazy (positive). YOUR SUPPORT JUST SENDS ME STRAIGHT TO ORBIT; I LOVE YOU ALL <33 Get tackled by a wild Eumy, teehee

☆ミ ON CLOUD 9 MECHANICS.

Send in the information needed for each prompt/segment. BUT you must also attach a picture of a cloud that you took for every request. No cloud pictures result to the nullification of your request. ONE CLOUD PICTURE PER ONE REQUEST. Have fun!

CIRRUS — send me a character and I’ll give you an accurate song they remind me of!

CIRROCUMULUS — send me a character and I’ll tell you how you two first meet!

CIRROSTRATUS — send me a character and I’ll make a simple moodboard!

ALTOCUMULUS — send me 2-3 characters and I’ll tell you their love language in detail!

ALTOSTRATUS — send me a character and I’ll tell you how and why you two broke up.

NIMBOSTRATUS — send me a character and I’ll tell you what kind of dates you two would be having!

CUMULUS — send me a character and I’ll make a mini 100 word drabble with your chosen prompt!

CUMULONIMBUS — realistically, how would this character be in a relationship with you (please include details of your personality, lifestyle, and preferences).

STRATOCUMULUS — appearance matchup! (just send in a picture of yourself, and the fandom of your preference)

STRATUS — send me 2-3 characters and I’ll tell you very specific relationship headcanons!

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YOU TOOK THE THUNDER SPEAR FOR LEVI ACKERMAN; he observes your bandaged state on the ground. The image of a copious amount of blood gushing out of your stomach was enough to make him feel like puking his guts out; the lifeless eyes you had will forever haunt his nightmares. It was a very, very horrible mistake to have you by his side; he was right to believe that everyone he gets attached to will eventually leave him. Stupid, stupid of you—him to let you take care of Zeke.

You were barely breathing, and it fucking terrifies him.

Even within the premises of his squad and his enemies, his eyes could only focus on you. Even when Jean attacks Reiner, confronting him about Marco’s situation—even when Mikasa is this close to killing Annie, why does it matter anymore?

Even his squad got turned into those sick, mindless titans he will forever despise; all because of a wine, and he was naive to think that Zeke is under his control. The ignorance of people will never not put them in danger; they were lacking information, and Levi knew that Zeke is a cunning piece of shit.

He will kill Zeke. He promised Erwin, and he promises you.

Levi’s dull gray eyes are only compromised by regret, misery, and sorrow. His right hand is enclosed in yours; your right eye will forever be gone, and two of your fingers have perished in the explosion—he is convinced that you are unable to regain your skills again.

He does not want you fighting anymore. Levi has enough with losing someone, especially since the fight is not yet over. A shaky breath of relief leaves him, seeing your left eye trying to flutter open; pain is all you feel, not being able to move a single muscle in your body.

You tried to talk, but Levi shushed you. His eyes are glazed with guilt—Zeke escaped, and you almost died.

“A-Are you okay, Levi?” You force yourself to croak out your voice, brittle and hoarse; he was lucky to understand enough. You cannot lift a finger without feeling excruciating pain in your limbs. “Were you hurt?”

Levi hates your selflessness.

“Was I hurt? Have you taken a good look at yourself after you were trying to be a hero, huh?” Levi seethed, glaring daggers at you; you cannot help but feel bad, sensing the crack in his voice. “Who told you to fucking save me? I can handle him myself!”

You were silent, letting him voice out his frustrations because of your recklessness. You realized yourself that you are only looking at him with your left eye—the other was gone, forever. You did not care and even thought it was the right thing to do; Levi thinks otherwise.

You cursed your body for not being able to speak properly, wanting to prove your point. Levi does not waste time in berating you; endless curses and insults spout out of his mouth. “I should never have let you be on patrol with me,” he exclaimed with pain in his voice, blurring out the voices in the background.

Levi’s lips almost tremble. He felt his body weakening when he stared into your eyes, still filled with resolve to risk your life for someone. It will never go away, you remind him repeatedly—the love you have for him.

You utter with no hints of fatigue, “I will do it again if it means saving the love of my life.”

You are reckless, stupidly reckless.

“You do realize that this shit you pulled can be in vain if I were to just bite the dust later on?” Levi glowered at you, pinpointing the reality of the situation. “You are not a weapon or a bag of meat to use for my safety; you are weak, stupid, reckless and oversentimental.”

He wonders why the hell he fell for you and your antics. Levi glowered at you, making you shut your mouth when you saw his angered eyes. “Forget it, die for all I care.” He proclaimed without any bite in his voice, knowing he did not really mean it.

“My, such comforting words,” you muttered breathily in sarcasm. You forced yourself to sit up, wincing and groaning when the pain hit your stomach. “Usually, people say ‘thank you’ for doing a good deed for them.”

Levi will surely kick your ass really good one day.

“Can the man I love give me a kiss?”

He wants to fucking beat your ass for acting so unserious while he pours his heart out. You were giggling—quite painfully at that. Levi thinks your mind was hit too hard that it makes you react inappropriately whenever you converse with someone. “You got some fucking nerve to be laughing right now.”

Levi’s words died in his throat as he saw your gesture for him to sit beside you. You were already listening to Hange’s strategy, while laying your head down on his shoulder. He still wanted to argue; he really did. Unfortunately, your smile stopped him.

He is not a big fan of displaying affections publicly, yet of course, he is not a heartless monster to not give in to your needs, even though you are irritating as hell; warm lips pressed against yours, a bit too hard that it made you wince at the pressure—enough to almost open your wound at his pettiness. You look at him like someone ruffled your feathers before he proceeds to watch the scenario in front of you two.

Serves you right for being an idiot.

A minor feeling of regret seeps inside you, knowing that without you, he may not express this adorable side of him anymore. That when you die, you might not live up to the day you marry him.

Maybe you are stupid after all.

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I will continue posting event requests on June 14th! Ya girlypop just isn’t feeling 100% :')

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mas maganda ako /j AWW THANK YOU FOR FALLING IN LOVE WITH MY WRITINGS <33

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HELLO THERE, anon who requested the fic with tall reader and riddle here :D I LOVE how it turned out oh my god, your writing skills amaze me, you're such a good writer please don't explode <3

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THAT, NONNIE !! That was one of my favorite prompt so far <33 AWW now I feel very soft tysm kith kith w/ consent (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) */explodes into confetti

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(🌫️) FROM THE CLOUDS — @classicalelephant matchup !

IWAIZUMI HAJIME because in my tiny brain that could only accommodate five brain cells at the moment, it just fits! Iwaizumi’s just the sweetest and would most likely fall in love through time, though there was definitely a spark during your first meeting. Like, he’s mesmerized, time is going in slow-mo, and he thinks he’s hearing romantic yet light background music—yeah, he needs to get himself together.

FROM EUMY. ELLY UR SO COOL AJFJE 💞 speechless

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1) ALTOCUMULUS — send me 2-3 characters and I’ll tell you their love language in detail!

i would likeeeeee sero hanta, katsuki bakugo, and eijiro kirishima!!!!

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FROM EUMY. i love that cloud pic, luv luv luv it <33 ty ily

SERO HANTA’S love language is physical touch. He loves being close to you—not just for the comfort it brings him, but for the peace he sees it brings you. Whether it’s draping an arm around your shoulders, poking around his elbows, pulling you into a hug from behind, or intertwining your fingers with his while you talk, Sero finds joy in the simple, grounding connection of touch. He’ll jokingly say his arms were made to wrap around you perfectly, but there’s truth in his words—he feels like he fits with you, like holding you close is where he belongs. Physical touch isn’t just affection for him—it’s reassurance, safety, a way to say “I’m here” without needing to speak. In every touch, whether playful or tender, Sero reminds you and himself that you two are in love and would never be alone when you’re in his arms.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI’S love language is acts of service. He’s not the type to sugarcoat his feelings with flowery words, but his actions speak volumes. As we all know, he’s very observant and dedicated in the things he do (because he doesn’t want to do things halfway, even in the simplest things). Whether it’s walking you home, cooking your favorite meal after a long day, or fixing something without being asked, he shows his care through the things he does. Bakugou notices the little details—how you like your drink, when you’re stressed, what comforts you—and silently takes care of them. He may grumble or act like it’s no big deal, but you can tell it means something deeper. His nature drives him to ease your burdens in any way he can, proving his love by making your life easier, safer, and more comfortable. With Bakugou, love isn’t loud—it’s steady, practical, and reliable. Every act, no matter how small, is his way of saying, “I’ve got you.” (I love you.)

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU’S love language is words of affirmation, shaped deeply by his own struggles with self-worth during his middle school days. He remembers what it felt like to doubt himself, to feel like he wasn’t manly enough, strong enough, or even worth noticing. Because of that, he makes sure you never feel that way. He tells you how proud he is of you and how amazing you are, even on the days you don’t believe it yourself. He compliments your strength, your heart, and your effort—always sincere, never forced. When you’re feeling low, Kirishima doesn’t just try to cheer you up; he speaks directly to that hidden part of you that needs to hear, “You are enough. You always have been.” To him, love is about lifting each other up, reminding one another of their value. With Kirishima, you’ll never forget how seen, loved, and appreciated you truly are.

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museum dates with bf!tsukishima.

NOTE. oh, certified tsukishima luvr @solvisun for u <3

You hated museum dates. 

No, really—loathed them with a passion that only grew with every agonizing hour you spent trailing after your boyfriend through echoey halls and glass display cases. It wasn’t even that museums were boring. That wasn’t fair. You liked the exhibits, genuinely. The restoration work was incredible, the artifacts were fascinating, and it was kind of cute how your boyfriend lit up every time he got to explain something. Which was often.

Because Tsukishima Kei, your darling pain-in-the-ass boyfriend, worked part-time at the Sendai City Museum, and apparently that gave him a divine license to deliver play-by-play commentary like a snarky academic podcast with legs. Tall, spectacled legs. One with particular moles that even make a heart (not that you ever told a single soul, because you knew he would be after you if you did).

“So this piece,” he would say, already a few steps ahead, pointing casually at a weathered samurai armor set, “was from the late Edo period. See the difference in the breastplate design?”

You would squint through bleary, dry eyes, clutching your water bottle (which he somehow allowed—through sheer persuasion and outright begging on your knees) like it was your only link to life. “Yeah,” you mumbled. “Looks… shinier?”

Tsukishima turned to you, shrugging. “You didn’t even look.”

“I did!” you insisted. “I just… I’m not a samurai historian like you, Kei.”

“You should be grateful,” he said with mock arrogance, adjusting his glasses. “People pay for this kind of tour experience.”

“I’m paying,” you said, trudging after him. “With my soul.”

But you followed him anyway, like you always did. Through the samurai wing, the early Jōmon pottery, and the textile restoration gallery. He knew you were flagging when you started leaning on the handrails more, moving slower, and falling behind like a rebellious school kid on a class trip. You would never think that he thought you were awfully cute like this.

A true sadist in the making, really.

“Hey,” he called, halfway through the Meiji industrial section. “Are you dying?”

“I’ve been dead since the third hour,” you grunted. “My ghost is haunting your dumb little tour.”

Tsukishima turned to you, walking back a few paces with his hands in his coat pockets. “We’ve only been here two hours and forty minutes.”

“Time doesn’t pass normally in museums,” you said. “It’s like a black hole of walking and standing and standing and walking. And it’s too cold.”

He snorted, then took your hand. His palm was warm, steady. It feels perfect against yours. “Come on, we’re almost at the dinosaurs. You like the dinosaurs.” as if he’s talking to a child—trying to coax and/or motivate a reaction out of you.

“I like sitting.”

But you went with him anyway. Because, yeah, okay, you did like the dinosaurs. Not in a prehistoric nerd way, but in a watching-his-face-light-up-as-he-explains-how-paleontologists-determined-the-size-of-a-femur kind of way. It was kind of endearing, the way Tsukishima got subtly excited. His voice would go just a pitch higher, and he’d push his glasses up with his knuckle like he was restraining actual joy. 

“There,” he said, stopping in front of the towering fossil of a Futabasaurus. “That one’s my favorite. Native to Japan.”

You blinked up at the enormous skeleton, rubbing your shoulder. “Big,” you said.

“Articulate,” Tsukishima deadpanned.

You yawned, long and unashamed, before leaning into his side like your bones had turned to jelly. “If I die here,” you muttered, “bury me under the plesiosaur. Let my suffering be remembered.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m tired.”

“You didn’t have to come.”

You pulled back just enough to give him a weak glare. “I wanted to come. For you.”

He looked down at you, something shifting subtly in his expression. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m a very good girlfriend.”

“You just took pictures to post on your socials and barely listened to what I’ve been telling you.”

“I thought I could be one of those museum lovers—and academically inclined aesthetic girlies on Pinterest.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, but you caught the way his thumb brushed lightly over your hand, how he slowed his pace after that. Maybe it was a little thing, but you noticed it. You always did.

By the time they left the museum, dusk had settled in, and your legs were practically jelly. You said nothing, just collapsed into the passenger seat of his car, and groaned like an elderly crypt keeper.

“You survived,” Tsukishima said, starting the engine.

“Barely.”

“Want to go again next weekend?”

“I will stab you with a fossil.”

-

So you were right.

A fever was heading straight to you after that whole museum date. Oh, and you felt like your body was boiling from the inside out.

You lay in bed, cocooned in three blankets and clutching a half-full water bottle like it was the only thing that could save you from ascending with the light. Your head was pounding, your skin too warm and too cold at the same time, and every time you tried to sit up, the world tilted sideways like you were on a carnival ride from hell.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You groaned and fumbled for it with the coordination of someone wearing oven mitts.

Grumpy [10:12AM]: How’s the museum hangover?

You didn’t reply immediately. It took real effort just to squint at the screen. Instead, you turned over with a muffled groan and tried to sleep again. You really had no energy to even quip even a single like emoji.

An hour later, the doorbell rang. Twice. Thrice.

So maybe if your dorm was on fire, you really didn’t care right now.

You, still feverish and fuzzy-headed, dragged yourself to the door in a hoodie three sizes too big (which was definitely Tsukishima’s; his brows furrow in that accusatory expression whenever he sees you wearing it, but he decides to let you keep it because he isn’t a total jerk of a boyfriend, duh) and mismatched socks. You cracked it open and blinked blearily at the tall figure standing there with a plastic bag and an expression caught somewhere between concern and guilt.

“Kei?” you croaked.

“You didn’t answer your phone,” he said, stepping inside before you could tell him not to.

“I’m sick.”

“Yeah, I figured.” He reached out and pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. “Jesus, you’re burning up.”

You swayed a little under his touch. “Told you I was dying.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “You were already exhausted yesterday. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“Because I wanted to see you. And dinosaurs.”

Tsukishima let out a slow sigh, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter. “That’s stupid. I guess idiots really do get colds.”

“You dragged me across natural history for three hours. I’m not the stupid one.”

“I didn’t drag you.”

“You gave me a guided death march through time.”

He looked at you, arms crossed, then unfolded one to hand you a small bottle of sports drink. “Drink this.”

You took it, pouting. “You’re only being nice because you feel guilty.”

“Yes.”

You blinked at the bluntness.

Oh.

Oh?

“I feel extremely guilty,” he said flatly. “I thought you were just being dramatic.”

“I was being dramatic.”

“You also had a fever brewing, apparently. And I laughed at you. So now I’m going to cook you porridge and feel bad for the rest of the week.”

You blinked at him. Again. “…You’re going to cook?”

“Don’t look so alarmed.”

“I just… didn’t think I was hallucinating yet.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes and moved into your kitchen, already unpacking the bag. Rice, eggs, green onions, a tiny bottle of sesame oil, and some store-bought pudding cups.

“I wasn’t sure if you had groceries,” he muttered. “So I brought my own.”

You leaned your head against the wall, watching him, hugging (more like wanting to become one by just leaning into it) the cold surface to cool your temperature. Your throat was sore, your skin felt like it was in flames, but somehow you still found the energy to smile. Of course, you weren’t going to miss the chance of still being pretty in front of this man.

“You’re kind of sweet when you feel bad.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“I won’t. You’ll annoy me again by Thursday.”

He looked over his shoulder at you, deadpan. “Wednesday, probably.”

You chuckled weakly, then let out a sigh as you slid back into your bed, the bottle still in hand.

“You’re forgiven,” you called out hoarsely. “But next time we go to a museum…”

“I’ll bring a wheelchair?”

“Or a coffin.”

From the kitchen came a long-suffering sigh, followed by the sound of a pot hitting the stove.

But Tsukishima stayed. All day. Quietly watching over you with guilt etched between his brows and the same quiet steadiness he brought to everything.

And though you hated museum dates, truly and deeply, you didn’t really mind the fever. Not if it meant he’d look at you like that, hovering in your doorway with a bowl of too-thick porridge and a stubborn determination to take care of you. 

Worried boyfriend Tsukishima in your fever arc? Finally unlocked.

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Hey love, saw you're taking hq requests. Anything with Ushijima will work, maybe a post-argument one👀👀

I love your work muah😘

the aftermath of an argument with ushijima.

Ushijima was not a man easily bothered.

His emotions moved like tectonic plates—rarely shifting, but when they did, the tremors ran deep. That night, the silence in the apartment wasn’t new to him. Silence was common in their shared space, but this one wasn’t quiet—it was laden. It hung from the ceiling like smoke, settling into the cushions and clinging to the floorboards.

He stood in the kitchen, his massive frame almost out of place amidst the sleek, modern lines of your careful decorating. The sink dripped once. Twice. He looked down at his hands. They were calloused, strong, still curled ever so slightly at his sides from the aftermath of the argument.

It had been about something ridiculous. Something shallow, or so he’d called it. Something he regretted minimizing now.

“You think it doesn’t matter because it’s not your family,” you had snapped, your voice sharp but tremulous. “But it’s mine, and it hurts.”

You had been talking about your cousin’s wedding—how Ushijima hadn’t wanted to go because of the travel, the crowd, the chaos. He hadn’t understood why you were so upset. To him, missing a wedding wasn’t a tragedy. But to you, it was about belonging, being seen, and getting along, not always having to explain why your husband seemed so... remote.

So detached.

He had stood, arms crossed, jaw tight. “I don’t see why you’re making this into something it’s not.”

That had been the wrong thing to say.

“You know I already said yes to them,” you’d said, your voice gentle but expectant. “We leave Friday.”

And he, with that same stone-cut calm, had answered, “That soon? I thought we agreed not to travel this month.”

You had blinked, already bristling, though trying not to show it. “No, you said you didn’t want to travel. I told you it was important to me.”

“It’s one weekend. I don’t understand why it matters so much,” he had replied.

That pushed it even further.

You had inhaled sharply, like you’d just stepped into cold wind. “It matters because they’re my family. I want them to see you. I want them to see us. Plus, it’s about getting along with them—they went to our wedding!”

“I don’t enjoy those events. It’s loud. They ask too many personal questions. I’m not... suited for them.”

“God, Wakatoshi,” you snapped, and that was when he felt the fight truly take off. “Not everything is about your comfort. Sometimes you have to show up even when you don’t want to. It’s rude that only they show up to our special event and we don’t make an effort to go to theirs.”

He had gone quiet then, eyes narrowing slightly. “So I’m inconsiderate now.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s what you meant.”

You sighed and walked away then, into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. Not slamming it—you never slammed anything. But the click of it had echoed louder than any yell.

Ushijima had never believed marriage would be easy. His father—an emotionally distant man—had once told him plainly, “Love is not a solution. It’s a context.” At the time, he hadn’t understood what that meant. Now, standing in the dim glow of the kitchen, it was starting to become clear.

Love didn’t erase tension. It didn’t mean you would always forgive him without explanation, nor that you wouldn’t need to feel seen just as much as loved.

Now, Ushijima found himself standing there, unmoving, still trying to make sense of it all. He had already replayed the conversation in his mind five times. Each time, his own words sounded more clumsy. His tone was colder.

He wasn’t good with feelings. He never had been. But you had always made space for that. You never demanded he change, only that he try. And tonight, he hadn’t even tried.

He walked slowly to the closed bedroom door and raised his hand to knock. He hesitated. He could walk away. Wait until morning; let it fade. But this wasn’t like a sprained tendon that healed with rest. This kind of thing festered if left alone.

He knocked once.

You didn’t answer. He opened the door anyway, slowly.

You were sitting on the bed, a paperback in your hands you clearly weren’t reading. You looked up when he entered, your expression unreadable.

He closed the door behind him.

“I was wrong,” he said, voice low.

You blinked, not reacting. You weren’t going to make it easy.

“I minimized what you were feeling. I didn’t understand it, so I assumed it didn’t matter. That was—” he paused, searching for the right word. “—selfish.”

You lowered your book. “You said it was insignificant.”

“I was frustrated,” he said, slowly. “That’s not an excuse. It’s just the truth.”

You were quiet for a moment. Then: “You never get upset over this kind of thing. But tonight, you looked like you weren’t even listening.”

He moved to sit at the edge of the bed, leaving space between them.

“I listen better when I’m not trying to win,” he said. “Tonight I was trying to win.”

You looked at him for a long time, eyes softening just a little. “I know your parents didn’t fight in front of you. That you never saw what working through something looks like.”

He nodded. “They avoided each other for days. Weeks sometimes. I don’t want to be like that.”

Your brows furrowed. “Then why do you go so quiet when we argue?”

“Because I’m afraid,” he said simply. “Afraid of saying something I can’t take back. Afraid of making you look at me differently.”

You looked down, fingers playing with the edge of your blanket. “But silence feels like rejection.”

“I didn’t know that.” He exhaled. “I know now.”

A pause. You looked up at him again, the corners of your mouth tight. “You made me feel like I was being dramatic.”

He reached out, not touching you yet, but letting his hand hover near yours. “You weren’t. You were telling me how much something mattered to you. I should have treated that with respect.”

You nodded slowly. You looked tired (not of him, hopefully), but not angry anymore. “You always make things feel steady. But sometimes I don’t want steady. I want to feel like you care, even when it’s messy.”

“I do care,” he said. “Even when it’s messy.”

He finally touched your hand. You let him.

“I don’t always understand your emotions right away,” he said, voice still low. “But I want to. And I will keep showing up. Even when I don’t get it the first time.”

You swallowed. “You say things like that and then act like you don’t care for hours.”

“I’m learning,” he said. “Not fast. Not gracefully. But I’m learning.”

You gave a short breath that could have been a laugh or a sigh. You leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder, letting the weight of your body press into his. “Okay.”

He turned, resting his cheek lightly against the top of your head. “Okay?”

“I want you to come to the wedding still,” you said. “But I think it’s ok if you really don’t want to come.”

“I will,” he said. “Because you asked. And because I want to.”

You smiled then, faintly. “I still think you’re going to hate it.”

“Probably,” he admitted.

“But you’ll be there?”

“I’ll be there,” he repeated. “With you.”

You sat in the soft dark for a while after that, the silence gentler this time, less like smoke and more like a warm blanket. Eventually, you reached for his hand with both of yours, holding it like an anchor.

He didn’t let go.

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MIYA ATSUMU because let’s be honest, it’ll be love at first sight. Man is hooked upon seeing you for the very first time. Your hair was literally the first thing he noticed, and once he noticed, he couldn’t stop looking at your hair, your eyes, your lips—uh, your hair again. There are hearts swirling around him, his heart is caught in his throat, and all he can think about is just, “So pretty...” HE WANTS A KISS SO BADLY, PLEASE.

FROM EUMY. LIVVY, MY LOVE YOU ARE A GODDESS 🧎 u are too good for atsumu, so yk, he needs to step up his game or else .. 😊

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LEONA KINGSCHOLAR because yeah, you’re definitely his type. Your smile? He’s weak. Your strong (and absolutely loveable) personality? Pack it up—he’s going to take you home. He would love helping you with your hair, if you’d let him—it’s like (I think) how beastmen show affection—by grooming their beloveds.

FROM EUMY. SO PRETTY, SABRINA !! If Leona wouldn’t want you, I will—it’s his lost tbh. LEONA MOVE 🧎💍

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TODOROKI SHOUTO with his free time, learns your hobbies thoroughly. There would be a point in his life where Fuyumi would ask why his calendar (the physical one he keeps in his room) is fully booked, and he legitimately would answer, “Well, I have to learn all of these. And I don’t want to lose my progress, Nee-san.” He keeps track of his progress in each one in a journal and smiles to himself when he finally understands the things that make you happy. Low-key competitive about your hobbies, too.

AKAASHI KEIJI gives you lots of doodles he does whenever you two are out. You two could be in a restaurant of some sort, waiting for your order, and then your boyfriend just hands you a napkin with a very cute emoticon and a chibi version of your favorite characters—he secretly practices his artistic skills this way, and another win is seeing you just as happy as he is. He thinks it’s adorable, plus he loves texting you in perfect grammar + emoticons. “Ok. Good night, love. Please dream of me ( ˶´ ᵕ `˶ )” Shameless of him to say such things, to be honest, but he gets a pass because he loves you very much.

ITOSHI RIN keeps all of the things you give (and don’t give) to him. You once left your jacket at his place—and it’s still in a drawer with a piece of receipt paper you doodled a small heart on. He says it’s “trash” when you tease him about it, but if you try to throw anything away, he’ll get genuinely upset and say, “Don’t. That’s… mine.” Anything you give to this man—he will keep. A hoarder of affection. He knows how to sort things out, so if it’s really rubbish, yes, he will (unwillingly) let it go, but not without mentally debating about it for an hour or two.