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rek1s-headband · 4 years

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hi could i request something? basically just HCS about langa and reki when you guy get into a fight or sum idk LMFAOO, you dont have to do this if you dont want to tho <3

➯ A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy. I added a few characters, hope you don’t mind:)

➯ When you guys get into a fight

➯ Characters: Langa Hasegawa, Reki Kyan, Kaoru Sakurashiki, Kojiro Nanjou, Hiromi Higa and Miya Chinen x gn reader

➯ Warnings: angst if you squint, fluff

Langa:

Ok the majority of your fights are generally because of a miscommunication. If things aren’t spelled out for the poor boy, he’ll be completely oblivious to what’s bothering you

When you finally snap, he always seems shocked, asking why you hadn’t said anything sooner, even if you’d been trying to hint at it all week

Not really one to shout, but if things get heated enough he might snap. He always feels awful afterwards though. No matter what, he really believes no one should be screamed at because of something as silly as a disagreement

Rarely storms out, he’s always going to try and stay until the end to try and get something, anything out of you that he can use to try and understand your point of view

Understands space. He knows when you dont feel like talking to him, and he will give you that time to collect your thoughts. When you’re ready to speak again, he’s all ears

Gets overwhelmed really easy. It doesnt really show in what he says, but when you raise your voice his brain goes to putty and he can feel his breath get narrow. He’s not scared, he just doesn’t want to be the reason you’re feeling like this.

Never lets you go to bed angry. He’ll give you your space, but if you’re still quiet by bedtime he’s making sure you’ve eaten and you’re not still really upset by whatever played out that day

Overthinks a lot. How long did he not realise you were upset? What if its actually a much bigger deal than you’re letting on? What if you leave? Of course, he knows a lot of it is completely irrational, but it still lingers in the back of his mind, so you can imagine how relieved he is when the fight is over and you’re back in his arms

Asks people for advice a lot. Reki and Cherry are usual helpers, giving Langa their opinions on the matter without going into too much detail. The rest is up to him.

Gives the best hugs and comfort after a fight. He understands couples can fight, and never really takes the aggression let out by the pair of you too seriously. Rubbing the back of your head and holding you close to his chest, he’ll reassure you that he’s not going anywhere, that he’s not going to leave “just because of a silly fight” while you fight back tears on his shoulder.

Reki

Unlike Langa, Reki is a very open person in terms of his feelings, so your fights are rarely because of closed away emotions. However, many are caused by you feeling he is spending too much time in his workshop, overworking himself and not spending as much time with you as he should.

As for Reki, he gets mad when he feels you’re being closed off from him, not telling him things and hiding your true emotions. It’s not that he doesnt trust you, he just doesnt want you shouldering anything by yourself, and tries to make things easier for you by halving the problem.

A very emotional person, and this really shows when the two of you argue. There’s a lot of tears, a lot of raised voices, yknow those exhausted laughs when you’re tired of arguing with someone? Those. He pulls at his hair a lot in frustration too

Both of you need to walk away from each other a lot during arguments. You’re both driven by your emotions, so its hard to think logically once you’ve both gotten really upset.

The type to sit outside a door after an argument if you’ve locked yourself in a room, pressing against it and quietly talking to you, regardless of whether or not he gets a response

Understands space, to a certain extent. He’ll try and talk to you after an argument, try anything to get you to just answer him, to come out from your room, to stop ignoring him. He knows when you really don’t want to face him though, which is when he’ll go out for a while, either to Langa’s for advice, or just for a quiet skate.

Despite how upset he gets in the moment, he gets over it quickly. Once he’s out of his head and seeing properly, he’ll take some time to think it over and see things from your point of view. He’ll come back to you with an apology, and when you’re ready to talk, he’ll discuss things with you this time around instead of fighting

If the fight lasts overnight, he refuses to let you take the couch. If he feels a fight will last, he’ll glue himself to the couch, making it impossible for you to sleep anywhere other than your bed. No matter what the fight was about, he refuses to have you sleep uncomfortably.

Tends to cry after making up. It’s rarely out of sadness, of course, more relief than anything. He’s just happy to have you back in his arms, no longer ignoring him.

Cherry

A very rational person, fights are very rare between the pair of you. When you do fight, it tends to be because you feel he’s being closed off from you, not being as open and emotional with you. As for him, he doesnt like when you act too aloof about things that are actually serious to him

Fights start out quiet, talking in normal tones and using your heads. However, as the fight goes on, your voices gradually get higher and louder, arms thrown in the air as you get in each other’s faces.

He snaps quite a bit. Petty remarks, snappy replies and other unnecessary comments are thrown out without much thought as he gets more pissed off. Not necessarily because he doesn’t have anything to defend himself, but because once he’s started, he’ll do just about anything to piss you off

Depending on the fight, it could last an hour or a week. Both of you are so petty that you’ll refuse to apologise to the other, forgetting who was even in the wrong in the first place

Honestly, whoever goes to sleep first gets the bed, he’s not as considerate as Reki. However, as the fight goes on, the pair of you will stay up for ungodly hours into the night, trying to outlast the other because they dont want them sleeping on the couch. You’ll never admit that though, which is why you wont just fall asleep on the couch first. Besides, if you happen to fall asleep on the couch before Kaoru goes to bed, he’ll carry you upstairs and sleep on the couch himself. He’ll never admit that though, he’ll simply say you woke up and went upstairs in a hazy half-sleep, which is why you dont remember.

He’s definitely programmed Carla to apologise to you for him at least once, rolling her into the room you’re in before quickly walking out to the sound of “Y/N, I-am-very-sorry-and-I-was-wrong-please-forgive-me” in Carlas robotic voice

If you ever go to Joe’s restaurant to cool down, he’ll make a big fuss, swaying and sighing, dramatically shouting about “however will these lovers reconcile!?” Once his act is over though, he’ll comfort you and give you your favourite meal, tutting over the pair of you and thinking of ways to help you make up

Literally won’t let you go of you for at least a week after you fight. This mf is hanging off you, constant forehead kisses, the whole deal. He’s gone without your affection for a long time while you fought, he’s simply making up for lost time

Joe

You get really pissed at him when he flirts with other girls. He doesn’t mean to, he’s just a bit of a girl magnet and it’s his nature to entertain them. Of course, he all yours, but he forgets sometimes that jealousy is actually a thing

Doesnt take arguments as seriously as he probably should. He’s the type to tell you to “calm down” in the worst possible moment, its usually what makes you explode, actually.

Absolutely dense. The type to listen to you shout for five minutes, and only then have the audacity to ask you just what your problem was

It’s not his fault, bless him. He’s just a little unobservant when it comes to your emotions. When he realises you’re actually upset though, he’s apologising profusely and promising to never do it again

His apologies are always so genuine, you generally forgive him. However, if he does something that really pisses you off and you dont forgive him, he’ll give you space to think

Fights are usually resolved within a day. Like Langa, he refuses to let you go to bed angry

Cooks for you every meal regardless of whether or not you eat it. He’ll leave meals outside your door as a sort of truce, quietly pressing against the door and asking you to please come eat with him, that he hates the idea of you holed up in there all alone

Like Kaoru, he tends to reply with snarky remarks that have little to do with the argument, but they have a little less bite to them. More petty, if anything

Another big reason for why fights never last long is because this man literally. Will. Not. Survive. Without. You. You’ll be trying to ignore him while he comes in every five minutes, asking you how to get a certain channel on the TV, or stupid things you know he’s only asking because he misses talking to you

After you make up, he literally wont even look at another girl for at least a week. Mf will literally turn his head the other way if a girl comes near him, shouting about how he’s spoken for

Shadow

The biggest hothead. He says a lot of things he doesn’t mean in the moment, which will cause you to storm out and he’ll immediately regret it

The fight almost immediately escalates past hushed voices, swear words thrown around as you get in each other’s faces

He’ll get really upset, but he’ll mask it with being pissed off and angry, clashing pots around and acting like a literal baby. He doesnt want to admit it, but he always feels awful right after a fight. He knows youll need a bit of space after the intense shouting, so he’ll give you that space before even attempting an apology

Aggressively cares for you. Like he’ll say things like “I made food, it’ll taste like shit if you leave it, so I suggest you have it now” or “nope, I want the couch, I’m gonna watch something” he’ll never admit it, he just wants to make sure you’re alright even while fighting

If the two of you go to S while fighting, it’ll be very obvious. Usually you’re attached at the hip, but now you couldn’t be further apart. However, he’s still looking out for you, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re alright. If you’re ever getting hit on by some creep, the fight is forgotten and he’s back at your side, daring the stranger to come any closer to you.

Reki is always the first to notice, poking him and pushing you over to him, trying to get the two of you to make up. Surprisingly, it actually does help clear the air

He can never stay mad at you for long though, he’s completely soft for you

Makes you bouquets to try and apologise. He’s taught you a lot about the meanings of flowers, so he’ll specifically pick ones with hidden meanings like “I’m sorry” or “I love you”

Not very good with verbal apologies. He knows when they’re needed though, and they are usually delivered through a series of grumbles and sad expressions. The thought is there though

Gives very gentle, long hugs after you make up. He’ll hold you close, suggesting a date or a movie to help the two of you relax

Miya

Literally the biggest bitch out of the six to fight with. He’s so petty, he will refuse to admit he’s wrong for the longest time. Once he’s in, there’s no accepting he’s not right

At least for a while anyway. He’ll start to feel bad once he sees just how upset you’re getting, frustrated with his inability to see anyone’s point of view but his own

King of the silent treatment. He’ll hide away behind his switch, drowning out his guilty thoughts with the white noise of animal crossing

He’ll skate to take his mind off things, practicing new tricks until he’s exhausted

Makes really snide remarks that have absolutely nothing to do with the argument. The type to bring up shit that happened 4 months ago just to help his case

Reki is usually the one to make him see sense, telling him just how petty he’s being, and that he cant get so defensive when he’s in the wrong. He knows this, obviously, he just can’t help it sometimes.

Although he’s not one for real apologies, he’ll slowly begin to stop ignoring you, bringing you small snacks or sending you funny things he saw on his phone. He’ll sit beside you, acting as if it was completely unintentional, but will slowly inch closer and closer until he’s curled up at your side, mumbling about how he wasn’t completely right after all

Will literally hit anyone who tries to comment on how the pair of you have made up, talking about how “its not even that big of a deal, just shut up”

Ad*m

Yall fought cause y’know. He’s ad*m

Sat outside your house with a speaker and an ugly ass sign. It started raining and his sign got ruined and his makeup ran

You broke up with him and he cried

Slipped in the rain while leaving <3

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sophiapathic · 4 years

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Sk8: The Infinity - A Take on Love

Because my six unfinished assignments can wait until I throw this into the void, scream for five hours and after my voice gets hoarse, I resort to watching the beach episode on loop until next Saturday.

This was entirely sparked by the recap episode, which really pressed the reak havoc and theorize button in my brain. I am truly losing my grip on reality. Help. I apologize in advance, creatures of Tumblr.

Me right now:

Anyways...

I saw people mention here and there screaming that “we need canon relationships and they will get trust issues if a romance isn’t confirmed by the end of the series”. I think that mindset is harmful to have in this case. You can’t really avoid being disappointed if you get into the series expecting it to deliver on your wishes of gay romances. So, this might be controversial, but stay with me please. The anime and manga are both confirmed to be based primarily about the characters themselves and of course the sport -skating. I was hoping to take a closer look at what the series intends to do with certain dynamics and relationships according to yours truly. I also want explain my reasoning behind it not being queerbaiting, though it being inherently queer-coded, through the current lense of the canon.

Sk8: The Infinity is unquestionably a love story.

We need to state the genres this series is in, because some of us tend to forget. It is in fact not a shounen-ai, not a yaoi, not a romance, not even a josei. Say it with me it is a series in: COMEDY and SPORTS.

(Source is the official US Sk8 website.) The spotlight is udoubtedly on skating and what it means. Another important highlight of the show is how the definition of the sport relates to the characters, and how vastly different they are from what we expect. For example, when we see Shadow first, we pigeonhole him into this vulgar indecent rock and roll persona, only to find out later that he is actually a stweetheart at a flower shop. Joe is another very good case study. When we first see him we think of him as a womanizer muscle-head, later we find out he has a heart of gold and is very emotionally intelligent. We’re also quick to judge Miya as the cold, unfeeling prodigy then we discover how lonely and normal he is on the inside. And so on and so on.

The show continues to defy our expectations of what each character should be like. In a way it is about breaking the conventional stereotypical roles we subconsciously assign to certain looks. We see that even in anime, multifaceted characters can exist without distrupting or damaging the delicate dynamics of a traditional sports anime. We successfully established the second focal point of the series as disproving stereotypes and presenting strong, diverse and unexpected personalities.

How about the defition of skating? What does it mean in the context of Sk8: The Infinity then? Where does a love story come into the picture? Skating is repeatedly described as a ritual of love within the anime, an idea that our villian, Ad*m, is obessed with. In a sense skating is a language of love canonically.

Then skating itself is love. Throughout the series we see varied styles of skating therefore different ways of expressing love, affection. We get to experience several metaphorical ways of “being in love” through characters skating with each other. Each dynamic shows us a type of love. Healthy, disfunctional, outright abusive.

The way Reiki teaches Langa to skate can be interpreted as a direct metaphor for someone learning to love again after losing a person close to them. Langa’s father has died and Reiki literally brings him out of his shell again. It can also be interpreted as a queer kid’s experience of a world of romance that feels similar to his previous one, that being snowboarding, yet it still being new and different. Skateboarding. When due to Reiki Langa’s potential is discovered and his hunger for more and more develops, especially next to Ad*m, Reiki’s main frustration stems from them not being well-matched or on equal footing anymore. He feels like he cannot give Langa what he needs anymore. Which would obviously go againts the literal description of a healthy romance. Two people with mutual respect who both bring equal assets to the table. He feels like he needs to catch-up to be with Langa again. The only thing he doesn’t consider is Langa’s deep appreciation of him and the fact that literally he was the one who helped Langa experince the feeling of love again.

Kojiro and Kaoru’s relationships, to me, is very much representative of two people wanting to be in each other’s presence, but due to their different language of love, miscommunicating horribly. Them bantering and insulting each other is the only way they know what to do with the other. The only way they can ensure the other’s attention and eyes are on them. This has worked so far. They are literal opposites, but both have a very clear definition of their form of love. To Joe skating, or love itself, is about the feeling and going with the flow. Being spontaneous. Whereas for Cherry, every move needs to be calculated and executed perfectly in order to be “efficient”. Their frustration comes from both wanting different things from the other, but not communicating their need properly. Despite this, they stick together due to a magnetic pull they obviously feel towards the other. The attraction is there, the trust is there, they are even well-matched in skill as we see them neck-to-neck constantly. They could give each other what the other wants. Only if they could express themselves well... This is why Joe pushes Reiki towards reconciling with Langa. he wants them to not fall into the same trap of not stating their needs and thoughts properly.

Now Ad*m and Langa are obviously problematic and I don’t really want to have to explain, honestly guys. I really don’t (since I have trauma regarding this subject), but I need to go into this a little bit. This is a textbook toxic predatory relationship. Where the older, twisted, damaged person, has an obsession with a young, outstading child. He wants to lead him into “Paradise” and show his “Eve” what love is really about. (Ain’t that disgusting you guys...) His form of love is inflicting pain, so I really can’t imagine a scenario where he and his “Eve” live happily ever after and everything is fine and dandy. He needs someone who he can torture. He literally is looking for someone who can handle his way of expressing affection, his “love hug”, who has the same type of crazy eyes for adrenaline and danger. His Eve. In his distorted mind, this all makes sense and Langa is that someone he was looking for thoughout the years. The problem is, he disregards Langa’s side where the relationship becomes problematic.

Cherry and Ad*m during their younger years seems to be a very innocent infatuation on Kaoru’s end. It is a one-sided relationship where someone is in love with the idea of a person long gone. They were discovering the world of skating, or the world of love together with Ad*m taking the lead. Cherry immediately became infatuated with him, wanted to learn his love language, wanted to be at the same level he was. It probably started very innocent. At first, Ad*m being gentle, because that’s how Tadashi was with him too, then after whatever happened between those two, Ad*m, disappointed in the way of love, or skating, Tadashi showed him, returned to what his aunts taught him. Maybe after injuring Kaoru with the “love hug”, therefore eliminating him from being his potential partner, started looking for his “Eve”, gradually became more agressive in love as in skating. Kaoru was distraught and wanted the Ad*m he originally learned love from back. Holding out some hope even years after. Trained to get used to his “love hug”, to literally condition himself to be able to get close to him. Ad*m, however showed Cherry brutally that he truly cannot handle his way of love.

Ad*m and Tadashi. *sighs* As of this post, I don’t really have enough information to give you a good overview of what I see this relationship representing. As far as I can tell Ad*m was abused horribly and to ease the pain and make him forget, Tadashi showed his another way of expressing affection. Skating or love. Basically a first love gone horrible bad, scarring an already abused child and turning them into a monster. Tadashi himself reinstates this during one of the episodes. It was his fault that Ad*m turned out the way he did. Their love slowly became strongly abusive throughout the years. Tadashi is stuck in it because he feels like he deserves it. This is a metaphor for dangers of an emotionally and physically abusive relationship, where one person feels responsible and the other is using power. Tadashi’s guilt keeps him next to his master and he even endures abuse, now he is trying to break out and show Ad*m he messed up and I think this could potentially be a good representation of how difficult that process truly is.

As far as Reiki’s, Miya’s, Shadow’s skating goes. Their main arc relating to love is first and foremost learning to accept themselves and aprecciating their uniqe way and style of skating. Only after can they become people who can truly be accomplished in love/skating (in Miya’s case I’m obviously talking about platonic feelings). Each of them had a preconception of their persona in love/skating, which gets questioned heavily throughout the series. Miya gets defeated, Shadow’s soft side gets discovered, Reiki... well. I get sad. :c Even though he taught someone to love again, to appreciate life again, he ended up discovering how dissatisfied he truly is with himself... These three all need to learn to love every aspect of themselves to reach fulfillment and to really experience healthy human relationships.

Sk8: The Infinity is unquestionably a love story, without explicitly being a romance, meaning that it is a tale about love, both romantic, platonic and everything inbetween through a queer-coded lens, showing both dysfunctional, abusive and healthy relationships, ways to express emotions and even delves into self-love and the idea of nature versus nurture in the villian’s case.

That is why I, personally don’t scream for a canon couple. To me, the show gets its main point about affection and love across, without making any of these relationships explicitly stated. Not to mention that it does justice to both of its assigned genres. Comedy and Sports as well. Yeah sure, I wouldn’t complain, but I think these dynamics are more than satisfying to watch, and much deeper than bishounens wanting to bang each other, which is, in my opinion, inherently sexualized. If they want, yeah they can confirm, make it canon without forcing it to be a center storyline. Hell, I would even be happy about it. I would clap with all of us. BUT, as the series currently is, I really see it taking the other route because of the above. This way audiences who want a yaoi or ikemen going at it, won’t be disappointed with the series when they find doesn’t revolve around that, straight viewers will just find it flamboyant, and people who look for subtext and want to read between the lines will certainly do that with the amount of crumbs and hints the writers gave us.

We don’t need outright, written in black and white gay representation in Sk8 to experience very real types of love. The queer theme is secondary to me, just like queerness is, in most people’s lives. Yeah sure, it is a big thing, but not the only attribute a person has. My life doesn’t revolve around my queerness. I rarely talk about it. If I was a main character this would be a side-arc. Just like Sk8 doesn’t revolve around the characters coming out. It’s just them living their lives and possibly being queer while doing so. If you look at it this way, it is almost normalizing attraction between same-sex people by just showing it as regular love. If you can, why not interpret it this way, so it can be a liberating experience instead of a disappointing one.

Please don’t attack me! I am fragile and this is only my opinion. c: *crawls back into her hole*

#sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 joe #sk8 the infinity #sk8 theory #sk8 langa #reiki kyan #langa hasegawa #kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo #ad*m #tadashi #matcha blossom #renga #ranga #langa x reki #cherry blossom x joe #essay

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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Could I get a bit of an angst poly Matchablossom fic? Like one of them is out and they don’t hear anything from them in awhile. They get worried and have to rush to the hospital when they find out they were involved in a hit-and-run. They have flashbacks of their relationship like how the three met or when called their relationship official.

Polyamorous Relationship w/ Joe & Cherry: Through Thick and Thin

A/N: you absolutely can have a little bit of angst. Honestly, I sometimes can't decide whether I like writing smut or angst better . . . I think it's because they are both so emotion-fueled, which makes it easy to get into. Anyway, I hope I was able to meet your expectations for this fic! As always, thanks for requesting and don't hesitate to request more in the future :)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, mentions of bodily harm, injuries, blood, high-emotions, slight-trauma

Pacing back and forth from the kitchen to the living room of your shared apartment, your eyes kept flickering toward the clock on the wall, your nerves steadily increasing with every tick of the hand. Every second that Joe didn't walk through the front door made your heart race faster and your bite on your lower lip to increase in pressure.

"Are you going to pace all night?" Cherry looked at you from his desk, his golden eyes scrutinizing your every move from over the top of his laptop.

"Kojiro was supposed to have been home an hour ago," you stated harshly, as if your calm, pink-haired boyfriend didn't already know that. "And he hasn't texted or called or anything. I'm worried."

Cherry sighed before closing his laptop and leaning back in his chair. "I can tell," he noted, his seemingly relaxed demeanour making your hands shake from frustration.

Halting your pacing, you crossed your arms over your chest and exhaled slowly. "Kaoru . . ." your voice was quiet and shaky, and despite the slight embarrassment you were feeling for what would probably be a major overreaction on your part, you just couldn't help it.

Cherry shook his head at you slowly, but there was no disappointment or mockery in his action. Even though he didn't see any cause for concern considering it had only been an hour and Joe's restaurant was busier lately than usual, he acknowledged the worry coursing through your body.

Spinning his chair to face you, Cherry cocked his head ever-so-slightly and outstretched his arms onto the chair's armrests, palms up, silently asking/inviting you to come to him.

Gravitating toward him like a magnet seeking stability, you shuffled over to his chair, standing before him and trying to calm yourself. Leaning forward, he rested his hands on your hips, brushing his fingertips up your sides. When he reached your shoulders, he worked his hands down your arms, wrapping his slender fingers around them and unfolding your arms before holding your hands in his own.

"There is no sense in worrying until there is something to worry about," he said simply, pulling you into his lap. Once you were close to him and enveloped in his embrace, you felt your breathing naturally slow to match his.

"I know. You're right." You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes as he brought one hand to your face and brushed some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. "You're always right."

Cherry chuckled lowly. "Well, maybe not always . . . don't tell Kojiro I said that," he warned jokingly.

"Okay," you laughed as well, feeling the nerves begin to flee your body, "I won't."

"Good girl."

Just then, Cherry's phone buzzed atop the desk, startling you both a little. Looking over at the device, Cherry smirked as he picked it up. "See?" He flashed the caller ID toward you, which read Kojiro's name. "He probably just got busy and lost track of time."

You felt relief wash over you like a wave as you lifted your head from Cherry's shoulder so he could answer the call.

Accepting the call, Cherry pressed the device to his ear and tutted his tongue. "You ever hear of calling or texting if you're going to be-" he stopped mid-sentence, his toying expression turning stone-cold in a split-second. You couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the call was saying, but all you had to do was look at Cherry's wide eyes, furrowed brows, and trembling lips to know that it wasn't Joe and that something was wrong.

Suddenly, the wave of relief had transformed into a dark, ominous riptide, dragging you into the darkest parts of your mind and forcing you to conjure the worst things possible. Hands gripping tightly to the front of Cherry's yukata, you willed the conversation to be over so you could find out what was going on.

"Yes." Cherry nodded, the arm that was wrapped around your waist squeezing you tighter as he listened intently. "Yes, I'll be right there . . . okay, thank you."

When the call finally ended and Cherry put the device back down onto the desk, his hands shaking like yours had been minutes before, you watched him closely. He was silent afterward, his hold on you tightening even more. Both his and your own breathing were rapid at this point, the nervous energy radiating off of both of you and only working to make the other person even more uneasy.

"Kaoru." You brought a hand to his face and forced him to look at you. "What happened? Is Kojiro okay?"

Seemingly snapping out of his trance, Cherry gently pushed you off of his lap before he set about collecting things from around the apartment. You could see the cogs turning in his head as he grabbed the car keys from the counter before turning back to pick up his phone once more. All the while, you watched him, a sick feeling rising in your stomach, increasing in intensity the longer you stood there oblivious.

"Kaoru, what happened?!" you asked again.

Cherry glanced up at you in passing as he headed toward the bedroom. "There was a hit-and-run," he said. "We have to go to the hospital."

You felt your heart shatter and sink at the same time, your hand frantically gripping the side of the desk for stability as you watched Cherry's pink head disappear into the bedroom. The pace of your breathing quickened, if that was even possible, and you swallowed a hard lump in your throat—out of everything your brain had imagined, something as bad as a hit-and-run never even crossed your mind.

"D-did Kojiro hit someone or was h-he hit?" The question flew out of your mouth as quickly as it popped into your head. The way that Cherry was reacting already had you assuming which answer was correct, but you felt the need to clarify nonetheless.

Cherry, who was moving from surface to surface, looking for God-knows-what, ignored your question once more—although it was probably fairer to say that he had simply not registered the inquiry instead of ignored it.

The blatant lack of information was slowly started to boil your blood but the last thing you wanted to do was lash out at Cherry, who was clearly going into panic mode.

As your boyfriend passed in front of you, his head on a swivel, you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in forcefully for a hug. Wrapping your arms around him tightly, you buried your face into the crook of his neck. At first, Cherry stood stiff in your embrace, but after a moment or so he physically relaxed and melted into your warmth.

You heard him draw in a shuddering breath, his shaking hands slowly coming up to cling to you. As much as he pretended to be indifferent towards Joe, you knew that he cared for him more than anyone else in the world—maybe even more than he cared for you, which you weren't offended by; you knew the two had a long history with one another.

Once you could tell that Cherry had calmed down a little and the roles of worrier and supporter had shifted, you drew back and looked him in the eyes. "Did Kojiro hit someone or was he the one who was hit?" you questioned, surprisingly steadier than before.

Cherry blinked back a tear that was forming in the corner of his eye, his lips trembling as he struggled to form words. "H-he was hit."

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The half an hour it took for you and Cherry to collect your things and drive to the hospital was nothing more than a blur in your mind. Weaving in and out of traffic through the busy, lit-up city, Cherry mumbled details from the phone call to you as they resurfaced in his memory. All in all, he didn't know much, but restating the facts to you—or more accurately, to himself—helped keep his head on straight and his wits about him.

As soon as the two of you reached the hospital, you parked—not even really checking to see if you had parked in a designated spot or not—and rushed inside, hand in hand. The emergency room entrance had been the closest, but the inside was chaotic and had you clinging to Cherry like child afraid to lose their mother as the two of you pushed your way to the reception desk.

Cherry did all of the talking, refusing to let anyone else see him the way you had seen him back at the apartment. Once again, the roles of worrier and supporter had shifted—but at this point, it was probably more accurate to state that you had each taken on both roles, worrying relentlessly and being there for support when the other person started to spiral.

Thankfully, the nurse at the reception desk was kind and patient with the two of you. She understood that standing around talking about specifics was the last thing either one of you wanted, but she worked carefully to draw out your information so she could direct you to the correct floor.

While Cherry listened as intently as he could to the information being provided, you heard a commotion from the other end of the emergency room and looked back over your shoulder just in time to see an ambulance crew wheeling in a patient on a stretcher.

The patient, a man who looked about Joe's age, was bleeding profusely from a wound on his abdomen and screaming bloody murder about how he didn't want to die. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you listened to his pleas for help.

Without even noticing, you began to picture the man as Joe. Had Joe been hurt as badly as that? Had he been crying and screaming when they brought him in? Joe was one of the bravest and most stoic people you had ever met, and he only really cried (rarely) for emotional reasons, like really sad movies, instead of physical ones—but nevertheless, you couldn't help imagining him screaming out, all alone and scared.

"Hey." Cherry rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, careful not to startle you out of your daze. "You okay?"

You blinked a few times, tearing your gaze away from the stranger. When you glanced back, the paramedics had wheeled him out of sight and his screams grew fainter and fainter in the distance.

"Y-yeah." You forced a nod of the head. "I'm fine."

"Okay, let's go then," Cherry took your hand in his once more and led you out of the ER and toward a set of elevators. "The nurse checked for me and apparently he was taken up to the third floor. She wasn't on shift when he came in, so she couldn't tell me much."

You nodded once more, unable to find your voice . . . not that you had much to say anyway.

In complete silence, the two of you rode the elevator up to the third floor of the hospital, and following the directions Cherry had been given, arrived at a hospital room with the door cracked open slightly.

Before either of you could look inside, however, a tall man in a white coat approached the two of you. "You're Mr. Nanjo's emergency contacts?" He grabbed a chart from the adjacent nurses' station.

After the two of you confirmed your identities and relation to Joe, the doctor pulled you aside privately and began explaining the situation.

"Based on eye-witness reports on the scene, your . . . boyfriend," he seemed a tad uncomfortable with the polyamorous aspect of your relationship, but relayed the information professionally despite the obvious confusion, " . . . he was crossing the street, presumably to the parking lot across on the other side, when he was struck in the intersection by a drunk driver. Thankfully, he was only clipped and not hit full-on. All things considered, things could have been a lot worse, but he is still in pretty rough shape."

You drew in a sharp breath as your mind began to fog over, your concentration completely fading away. Before long, you were simply standing in place, eyes-glassed over, watching the doctor's mouth move but only picking up the occasional tidbit of information like "fractured rib" and "internal bruising".

Noticing your unsteady stance beside him, Cherry snaked his arm around your body for stability. It took everything he had not to devolve into a shaking mess like you, but he knew that one of you needed to pay attention to this information for Joe's sake; so, despite the overwhelming nauseous feeling in his gut, he nodded along to the doctor's words.

Once the doctor had told you everything there was to tell, he directed you back to the room and told you he would be back in a little while. With full visitation rights, you and Cherry stood in front of the cracked-open door, both too terrified to peek inside just yet.

Then, mustering every ounce of courage you had circulating your system, you placing a trembling palm on the door and gave a gentle push. Without a single creak, the door swung open silently, revealing a small hospital room with a bathroom, large window, armchair, and of course, a bed.

In the bed, the white sheets were completely covering the body of its inhabitant; the mess of green hair atop the pillow the only detail that confirmed to you that it was, indeed, your boyfriend. Joe's face was toward you and Cherry, eyes closed, scrapes and bruises littering his handsome features. There was even a cut that had needed stitches on his forehead.

If it wasn't for the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, you would have assumed he was dead.

"Oh, Kojiro!" you exclaimed, emotion suddenly taking over as you lunged toward the bed. Tears collecting in your eyes, you bent over him and rested your head on his chest, quiet sobs escaping your shuddering body. Finally, you let yourself cry.

"The doctor said he was given some pretty heavy pain medication, so he might be out for a while," Cherry said, coming up beside you and ghosting his fingertips over Joe's cheek. "But he should be okay."

Those five words were the best five words you had heard in your entire life. "He'll be okay," you repeated to yourself in a soft whisper. "You'll be okay." You directed the comment to Joe this time as you ran your fingers slowly through his messy hair. "Karou and I are here now. You're going to be just fine."

"Come on." Cherry placed his hand onto your lower back and guided you to the armchair. "We're in for a long night. Let's sit."

Lowering himself into the rather comfortable chair, Cherry scooted it closer to the bedside before he pulled you into his lap, the two of you sitting and holding each other the same way you had been back home in his desk chair . . . the way you had been sitting before your entire day had turned on its head.

"Don't cry." Cherry wiped a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You know that if Kojiro wakes up and you're crying, it'll just make him upset too and then I'll have two blubbering babies to deal with."

You choked a subtle laugh through the sobs and gasps for air. "Shut up." You smacked his chest lightly as you cuddled further into his chest, your actions effectively contradicting each other. "This is the scariest moment of my entire life," you craned your neck to look at Joe and reached your hand out to grab his limp one, "I'm allowed to cry."

Cherry pressed a kiss to your temple. "I understand . . . this is the scariest moment of my life too. When I first picked up that phone call, for a split second, I thought we had lost him."

"I can't even imagine life without him," you said, trying not to let the dark thoughts invade any more than they already were. "I wouldn't be the same person I am today without him . . . without either of you."

Cherry cracked a small smile, the expressions of amusement completely standing out among the solemn atmosphere in the room.

"What?" you cocked a brow, wondering what had suddenly sparked such joy.

"Nothing, nothing . . ." He tried to play it off, but when it was obvious you weren't going to let him get away that easily, he caved. "I was just thinking about the first day we met you," he let out an airy laugh, "stumbling into his restaurant soaking wet from the rain, seeking shelter like a stray dog."

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped. "Oh, God, don't remind me. Of course I picked the only closed establishment with an unlocked door on the entire block to seek refuge in. The way the two of you just stared at me, glasses of wine in hand while I stood there, dripping and embarrassed. I felt like dying on the spot."

"You were cute," Cherry told you before shrugging nonchalantly. "At least, that's what Kojiro said. I'm pretty sure he fell in love with you right then and there."

"Oh, but not you, mister 'keeps all his emotions locked away until he dies'." You rolled your eyes.

Cherry just smiled. "I may not have declared my undying love for you right on the spot, but as you sat in Kojiro's sweater that damn-near swallowed you whole and sipped steaming tea to try and warm up, I could tell you were going to be special to us."

Finding yourself getting lost in the reminiscing of happy memories, you relaxed into Cherry's arms completely. "It's funny that Kojiro fell for me before you did," you looked up at Cherry and pressed a soft kiss to his neck, "because I fell for you before I fell for him."

Cherry quirked a brow down at you. "You never told me that."

"It wasn't by much so I didn't think it mattered . . . especially since I love you both the same now." You shrugged before elaborating, knowing that Cherry wanted to hear the story. "It was when Kojiro insisted we go to that fancy new restaurant that he wanted to scope out but he had underestimated how hard it would be to find parking, so we ended up having to walk like ten blocks."

Cherry nodded. "The area with the busiest, newest establishments was low on parking on a Friday night. Who would have thought?"

"Exactly," you agreed. "Anyway, we were walking and the wind was cold as fuck. I was shivering because, hey, I thought we'd be walking two or three blocks at most. Then, without even a glance in my direction . . . you just wrapped me in your coat. No words, just actions. I fell in love right then."

The corners of his mouth twisting up into a smile, Cherry kissed you softly. "I fell in love with you that same night," he said, surprising you. "Exactly ten seconds after that when you thrust my coat back into my arms, grumbling about how you would have much rather used the adrenaline from strangling Kojiro to keep you warm."

"I hope you know I appreciated the gesture . . . I just didn't want you to think I was going soft or something." You knew the words sounded beyond stupid as they were coming out of your mouth. "Love makes you crazy."

"That it does," he agreed. "But, for whatever it's worth, I've never once thought you were soft. Especially not that night when you were seconds away from killing Kojiro the entire time."

The two of you broke out into soft fits of laughter, careful to keep the volume down.

"I get hit by a car and even then the two of you can't be bothered to say nice things about me?" a weak voice mumbled from the bed.

Laughter dying out immediately, you and Cherry looked over to see Joe smirking up at you, his eyes slightly droopy and hand slightly squeezing yours.

"Kojiro!" You jumped out of Cherry's embrace and moved to place a kiss on the green-haired man's chapped lips. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

Kojiro winced slightly as he pushed himself up into a slight reclined position in bed. "I think I'm okay," he answered, obviously trying to put on a brave face. "I'm glad you guys are here though," he clocked the glint of concern in your eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you guys a scare."

"Don't apologize," Cherry told him, cupping his cheek with his hand. "We're here for you, whatever you need. We're just glad you're going to be okay."

Kojiro forced a smile, ignoring the aching pain it brought to his bruised and scraped face. "You guys know I love you, right?"

"Of course." You kissed him once more. "We love you too."

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 joe #joe #cherry #kojiro nanjo #sakurayashiki karou #angst #lostinthewiind #fanfiction #reader imagine #x reader #reader insert #polyamarous #polyamory #polyamorous relationship #through thick and thin

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milf-harrington · 3 years

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“You didn’t have to ask.” + matchablossom? <3

i love making matchablossom content!! thank you :D

Kaoru stretched long and slow, enjoying the way the tension bled out of his shoulders before he dropped his arms and shook out his hands, blinking to get his eyes used to the change in lighting when he finally looked away from his tablet.

The apartment was quiet around him, filled with dim light from the lamp Kojiro must have turned on when he'd dropped by for something before the dinner rush. If Kaoru tried, he could remember the press of lips against his cheek and a promise to be home before he went to sleep, but he'd been knee-deep in coding an update for CARLA at the time so he wasn't sure.

"Carla?"

A soft chime sounded around him as the bracelet on the table lit up with a purple glow.

"Yes master?"

"What time did Kojiro leave today?"

He stood up as the apartment chimed again, pulling his hair tie out and raking his fingers through his hair.

"Nanjo Kojiro left the house at 4:30am this morning, and returned shortly for breakfast with you at 7:30am-" Kaoru hummed as he gathered all of his hair up and wrapped the hair tie back around it, keeping it off of his neck with a bun. "-He then left at 8:03am and didn't return again until after the lunch shift at Sia La Luce, at 2:10pm."

Kaoru frowned as he walked into the kitchen, idly wondering if they had any wine left while he calculated how long Kojiro had been working already.

"He left at 4:31pm this afternoon, and only returned shortly at 6:48pm before leaving again at 6:53pm."

That was 12 hours, not including the time he'd actually been working the dinner shift.

"Carla, what time does the dinner shift at Sia La Luce end?"

"12:00am master."

17 hours then. "Thank you, Carla."

She responded with a third chime before the purple glow faded from the bracelet and Kaoru paused with his hand on the handle for the fridge, staring at the photo of the two of them from primary school that was stuck there with a stupid novelty magnet Kojiro brought back from an airport shop.

Now that he thought about it, Kojiro hadn't been getting nearly enough sleep lately. Kaoru tended not to sleep much anyway, so he hadn't noticed anything weird about it, but now he was a little concerned. Kojiro's comments at S were coming with less bite, and his womaniser persona had been falling short recently.

No one else had picked up on it, but Kaoru had known him for a very long time.

A familiar anxiety started to churn in his stomach even as he sighed at himself for it, and he turned around to lean against the fridge, scanning the apartment to see what he could do to help.

He spotted the sink, plates and coffee mugs from breakfast piled among the dinner dishes from the night before, and asked CARLA to play his cleaning playlist.

It was 1am by the time Kojiro finally got home, shuffling in through the door with a yawn that had Kaoru raising an eyebrow.

"You're home late."

Kojiro groaned tiredly, and sunk down onto the couch, tugging at Kaoru's bare legs until he uncurled them and then tucking himself against Kaoru's tummy.

"Had to help with clean up." He mumbled, breath warm and voice rumbling across Kaoru's hip.

He dropped his skating magazine onto the floor and slid his fingers through Kojiro's hair, enjoying the way the soft curls felt against his skin. "Don't you have night staff for that?"

Another groan that Kaoru felt through his bones.

"We're short staffed, Mina's on bedrest until next week."

Kaoru hummed in understanding but frowned at the realisation that Kojiro was going to be running long hours until then.

"Have you eaten?"

Tsk, typical Kojiro admitting that he was going to be running himself into the ground for the next week and then still making time to look after Kaoru.

"Yes." He lied, scratching his nails over Kojiro's scalp to distract him from whatever his voice did that always gave his lying away. When there was no retaliation, he took it as a victory.

But then- "Liar." and Kojiro was dragging himself back to his feet, even with the exhaustion that Kaoru could now see in every line of his body. He looked like the same way he had after he'd pulled two all-nighters when they'd had exams in highschool.

Terrible, and even worse: still so pretty.

Kaoru huffed and stood up to follow him, muttering about helicopter boyfriends before he ran into said boyfriend who had apparently decided to just stop in the entryway of the kitchen.

"Did you clean?"

Kaoru rubbed his nose where his glasses had dug in before readjusting them and kicking at Kojiro's ankle in retaliation, muttering, "Yes, you've been working a lot, I figured it'd be nice to come home and not have to do anything."

Kojiro, apparently not even bothering to take note of the physical violence, turned to look at him with eyes softer than Kaoru was expecting.

"I didn't ask you to do that."

Kaoru rolled his eyes. "You didn't have to ask, you imbecile."

Kojiro, again, chose to ignore the mean the part of the comment and turned back to scan the kitchen. Kaoru had gotten slightly carried away after mopping the floor, so the cupboards were also slightly reorganised to be more efficient, but Kojiro wouldn't see that until the next morning.

Probably for the best.

#matchablossom #sakurayashiki kaoru #nanjo kojiro #matchablossom ficlet #asks #matcherry #eli #mutuals #my writing #aa sorry it ends kind of abruptly i didn't know how else to end it dsjhfkjs

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snowflake-of-destruction · 3 years

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love matcha blossom + assassin au

I’m sorry it took me so long. I saw this message, went to answer something on discord, got caught up in a few conversations, and then came back to tumblr with empty head and no notification to remind me.

Okay, so though I’ve never seen Mr. and Mrs. Smith, we all know the basic concept of the married assassins who don’t know each other are “in the business” and who are then assigned to kill each other, right?

So that’s matchablossom

Kaoru is an expert marksman, all about the clean shot, the perfect shot, built from carefully calculating all factors. Not just the obvious like distance, angle, and wind where applicable, but assigning numerical values to things like his mental and emotional state and his feelings about the mark. You are supposed to be removed from everything going on in your outside life when on a job, and a mark is just supposed to be a name on an assignment briefing, but it’s naive to ever think you’ll fully succeed at either 100% of the time.

Kojiro is all about charming his target, identifying what a person wants or needs in the first moments of knowing them and adapting, assuming a new identity that makes him into that missing piece. He gets close and then he strikes, and his hits are always set up to look like an accident

Kaoru’s cover job could be the same as canon, calligrapher with regular out of town events, some real and some not. Kojiro needs excuses to go away a lot, so we either keep the skateboarding for him, but make it more of a competitive sports gig than a hobby (at least in what he says) or we give him a “sick out of town relative” he has to visit regularly.

Kaoru and Kojiro met while both were in Paris for a job that went sideways, causing them to need to lay low for awhile. You know the story. Whirlwind romance and quick marriage.

Where does Ainosuke come in? He’s Kaoru’s partner/co-worker. He meets the clients, and actually arranges the contracts and assembles dossiers for Kaoru. He’s also the “eyes and ears” when Kaoru needs them, and acts as back-up when that’s needed. He and Kaoru have worked together for years. They’ve been together since before Kaoru met Kojiro. Both will disagree, not just with each other, but with themselves, changing the narrative whenever and however it suits them whether they were ever romantically involved or if they joked around a bit but just made/make a good (work) team. The truth lies somewhere in between. Being an assassin is a high stress job, you have to relieve tension somehow, and, if you have a partner, you have to (literally) trust them with your life.

Even though Ainosuke would deny the relationship much of the time, he was and continues to be heartbroken and betrayed at Kaoru coming back from a trip married.

But what about Lovematcha? Well, much like Mr. and Mrs. Smith (I did watch it, and memories are starting to trickle back), Kojiro and Kaoru are stuck in a rut in their daily, civilian lives and starting to fall out of love a bit (they think) and in swoops Ainosuke, magnetic and charming even when playing the role of average citizen. Tempting Kojiro into an affair is combination revenge for Kaoru taking up with Kojiro in the first place and sizing up what Kaoru left him for. At first at least. Really, Ainosuke should be more professional than to fall for any sort of mark.

So, we get the plot where Kaoru and Kojiro run into each other on a job, botch it, and then are sent after each other with bonus Ainosuke not knowing who to root for and sometimes helping, sometimes sabotaging Kaoru since he can

Matchablossom call a ceasefire/reconcile and go on the run, and Ainosuke is pulled to “front lines” and sent after them both.

It’s just a job, sweethearts….except it isn’t and we get a lovematchablossom ending somehow

Give me 2 or more characters + an au and I’ll give some headcanons/plot or maybe write a small extract

#kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo #ainosuke shindo #matchablossom #lovematchablossom #loveblossom #lovematcha #sk8 au #fic ideas #sunrose blossom #ot3: like a festival #0ltremareart

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zenithpng · 3 years

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hi. um. i wrote something??

it's sucky bc i'm working though a lot of stuff rn and the characterization is terrible but i just wanted to write about CARLA so. here.

tether

Sometimes, when you need help, you must build it yourself.

Or, Kaoru needs to take back control. He does it in the only way he knows.

word count: 1187

read under the cut or -> HERE <- on AO3

It wasn't that Adam was a bad skater. He wasn't - he was so good. He had a way of moving that drew eyes to him like iron to a magnet, unable to tear away. Even during their competition nights, he seemed to dance across the ground and through the air despite the harrowing speeds.

But Adam was changing, and Kaoru didn't like it.

The first time it happened, Kaoru was ready to forgive in a heartbeat. The track was dangerous, everyone at S knew it. And sure, Adam hadn't been the most friendly with his skating. His opponent had fallen, had been badly injured. But it was an accident.

Then there was another accident.

And another.

"Kojiro," he finally whispered. "We can't let this keep happening.

(Kaoru tried to tell himself he was doing it for the good of the competition participants. He never told anyone about the changes he'd been noticing in himself.

He'd been more reckless as of late, though he'd never admit it. Something about saying it out loud made it feel more true.)

The fallout with Adam was messy, as all arguments with friends are. Kaoru wouln't back down though. Adam was becoming too reckless, too apathetic. Maybe if he set his board down for a bit, the problems would get fixed somehow. He just needed a break, some time to step away and calm down.

Maybe once Adam stepped back, Kaoru would regain his own control too.

And yet still he found himself making jumps he was unsure of, taking turns too quickly for comfort.

In a rare moment of frustration, he slammed his heel into the centre of his board.

The wood cracked, splintering in two with a horrible sound. One of the halves skittered a metre or two, spinning uncontrolledly. Some back part of Kaoru's mind yelled at him for breaking his board, but he didn't care.

It had been too... untethered. It had granted him too much freedom.

Kaoru opened his laptop.

*****

"'Ru.”

A voice pierced through the tired haze of the morning, and Kaoru shifted, sighing heavily. It had to be too early. He was still so tired.

"Ey, Kaoru," the voice came again. "It's almost eleven. Planning on waking up anytime soon?"

That got him to sit up, blinking furiously as his eyes adjusted from the black of being hidden in his arm. Eleven? No, it couldn't be. He glanced over the supplies and notes scattered across his desk, then up to the other person in the room.

"You look like the raccoon my brother dragged into the house once."

"Thanks, Kojiro."

Kaoru stood, stretching methodically as he went, placing the contents of his tabletop into neat piles rather than the mess they'd been previously. He'd made good progress last night, though apparently he'd overdone it.

"At what time did you go to bed last night?" Kojiro asked, hands in his pockets as he rocked from heel to toe. Kaoru glanced at his computer screen, up to the top corner of the window which held his file.

Last edit made at 4:47

Kojiro frowned at him. "Kaoru."

"What?" he snapped. "I was working on something." Kojiro chuckled, lifting a page of calculations.

"I can see that," he grinned. "Force of air resistance?" Kojiro looked up, one eyebrow raised. "You building a rocket or something? And what's with the E-F everywhere?" Kaoru snatched the paper back, putting it back in its place.

"That's an epsilon, you idiot. It means 'sum of.'"

"Some of what?"

"Sum of the forces," Kaoru muttered, checking through his open windows and tabs to make sure he'd saved all of last night's files. "I need to account for friction, air resistance, compression-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Kojiro halted. "Slow down, Ru. What on earth are you building?" Finally, he looked up, meeting his friend's gaze.

"A skateboard."

Kojiro sputtered at this.

"A skateboard?" he asked incredulously. "Why are you doing rocket science for a skateboard?" Kaoru sighed, slipping the tie from his hair and re-twisting the bun that had fallen into disarray.

"So I can skate better," he answered. "It needs to be perfect. The more factors I can optimize, the better I can skate." Maybe not the whole truth, but believable, right? And yet still, Kojiro frowned at him, as if a sixth sense was telling him something was wrong. After a long moment he sighed, relenting.

"All right," Kojiro shrugged. "Don't overwork yourself, okay?" And then there was the lightest brush of lips to the top of Kaoru's head before Kojiro stepped back, hands going back into his pockets.

The shorter of the two blinked.

"What was that?" Kojiro raised an eyebrow, replying.

"Affection? What, don't tell me you've never been kissed on the head before."

(He hadn't, not in a long time.)

“Well I don’t like it,” he muttered, turning back to his desk, running yet another set of numbers through his spreadsheet. There was a sigh as Kojiro made his way out of the room.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, you hear me?” he said, something more than fondness lacing his tone. And then the door was creaking closed, hiding Kojiro from view as he left.

Kaoru stared at the door for a moment, wondering what the weird feeling was in his chest.

He was gonna need to oil those hinges. What kind of workshop has a creaky door?

*****

“CARLA, type: long.” Kaoru grinned, glancing up at his friend as the board shifted from its previously compact form into four feet of shiny, black metal.

“So? What do you think?” He placed it back on its charging rack, watching the pink accents light up. Kojiro regarded the contraption for a moment before finally speaking.

“...Why’d you give it a girl’s name?”

“What?!” Kaoru fumed. That was a stupid question. “It’s an acronym!” A cocky grin painted itself over the green-haired teen’s face.

“Yeah? What’s the acronym stand for?”

“Calculating, Adjusting, and Relaying Longboard Apparatus,” Kaoru replied confidently. “Because that’s what it is. And that’s what the board does.” Kojiro didn’t look convinced, one eyebrow raised and that stupid smirk still right there.

“I think you’re just desperate-”

“No!”

“-Can’t find a girl, so-”

“Kojiro!”

“-You built one to love you-”

“Shut up!” Kaoru shouted with no real heat. “You’re terrible. Just because you’ve got like seven girls hanging off of each arm doesn't mean the rest of us want to be like you.”

“You should have named it Kojiro instead,” the taller went on, as if he hadn’t heard Kaoru’s tirade at all. “Or Joe. Might be nice to have me with you wherever you go.” Kaoru made a face.

“Why would I want that,” he deadpanned, trying to hold back the blood rising to his face. Okay, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have Kojiro with him everywhere. Not for friend or - dare he say it - couple reasons, but… Kojiro was nice. He was cheerful and cooked good food and was the only one that could bring Kaoru down from panic attacks each time without fail.

But KOJIRO or JOE didn't fit the acronym. Obviously.

#i'm so sorry for this absolute dumpster fire but i just wanted to write #and word vomit is better than not writing at all #sakurayashiki kaoru #nanjo kojiro #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #carla sk8 #cherry sk8 #joe sk8 #ao3 #luca’s corner

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sleepingcrisis · 3 years

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I'm gonna try writing something not super serious to hopefully get over my writers block and even if I hate it I'll post it. :/

***

The water glistened like a thousand stars when the sun hit it at just the right angle. Wave after wave after wave crashing against the beach.

They aren't on the beach though. They are on a boat. A yacht. A yacht owned my the Shindo family... or at least rented. Hiromi wasn't sure.

Speaking of things he wasn't sure about (and there was a great deal of them) he wasn't sure why he had been invited to this. He and Oka tended to get along with the more "serious" skaters these days he supposed. He was still very much aware that they didn't quite click.

But here they were! On a yacht as Cherry and Joe got into a competition of who could stack the most glasses. Because that was sure to end well.

Hiromi ignored it for now since it wasn't a problem he was interested in dealing with. Yes normally this would be his type of scene. Competition. Alcohol. Attractive men. Yet the reoccurring thought of "they are all out of your league and would happily send themselves to the hospital for the sake of a contest" nagged at the back of his brain.

There was Adam and Cherry who were more alike then they were different of course. They were also terrifying. Hiromi had heard rumors of skaters sent to the hospitals by their glares alone. During the tournament Cherry had been sent to the hospital by Adam and of course everyone assumed that was it. Adam was the better skater, right? Next time they beefed Cherry sent Adam to the hospital and his injuries were worse. He dubbed them "even"... they hadn't beefed since then. Probably for the best.

Then there was Snake. Snake who apparently liked to blend into the background. No fancy costume and he hardly ever skated. He was good though, Hiromi knew it. He effortly carried himself with this air of confidence.

The glasses on Kojiro’s growing stack were knocked over when Kaoru 'accidentally' bumped the table and Snake managed to catch all except one of them out of the eight. To be fair they were quite drunk so eight was probably impressive. Snake has great reflexes. Hiromi had seen it on and off the track.

"Shadow, go help Joe clean up. He needs some water and you are the only one freakishly large enough to drag him along," Cherry called, effectively snapping Hiromi out of his thoughts.

Hiromi was calling bullshit on that. He had seen Cherry drag Joe to the ground. Regardless he left his spot next to Oka before leaving with Joe into the kitchen.

Joe is massive. He is massive and a flirt and everyone likes him. Even people that try and hate him end up being attracted to his magnetic personality. Hiromi had nearly been jealous of the fact that Joe seemed to attract anyone, but he had embraced his own role as the antihero of S.

"Thanks Higa," Joe hummed. His voice is a low content buzz as he leaned into Hiromi. Hiromi sighed softly and helped him into the kitchen before helping him get some water.

"No problem, you three got drunk quickly. But usually you are having to take care of me so I don't mind!" Hiromi said quickly.

"Good," Joe hummed and Hiromi could see this look in his eyes. Pupils blown and hands against the counter as he leaned back, effectively pushing his chest out.

"Good?" Hiromi tilted his head, confused.

"Well good for me. I get to be drunk and look at how handsome you are while Cherry and Adam fight over Oka," Joe explained as if that made perfect sense.

"What?" Hiromi nearly dropped the glass before offering it over to Joe.

"Well Oka is at least appearance wise Adam’s type and Cherry has always found him charming, but I have a bet going that you have a lot more piercings then meets the eye and I want to see all of—"

"That isn't what I meant!" Hiromi hissed as his face flushed red.

He was still figuring himself out and he knew for a fact that Oka was too. So now the guys that were supposedly 'out of his league' were trying to—

"Well what did you mean Higa? I would like to hurry this along to I can make my intentions crystal—"

Joe doesn't get to finish his sentence though because Tadashi interrupted them by pushing the door open.

"We are heading back," Tadashi announced.

"Sounds good!" Joe called and gave him a friendly wave.

"I guess our time is up Hiromi. Hopefully we have more time together, hm?" Joe suggested.

"Uh..." Hiromi is nearly stunned to silence before he manages out a soft, "yeah... sure."

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Didn't help with my writers block... I don't completely hate it though.

Didn't edit because if I did I would delete it lmao.

#sk8 the infinity #sunshadow #matchashadow #nanjo kojiro/higa hiromi #sakurayashiki kaoru #shindo ainosuke #nanjo kojiro #hiromi higa #tadashi kikuchi #oka shokichi

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Pokefan scans of episodes SM111 and SM112! Source from Serebii.Net forums, link in source tag. Translations below, lines are cuts between scans:

THE AMAZING DISCOVERY OF A NEW SPECIES OF POKÉMON?! A huge group of Pokémon Satoshi and the others have never seen before appears before them?! We will now take a closer look at the secrets of this Pokémon that's wrapped in mysteries!! What are the true identities of these small shadows hidden in the darkness? (Satoshi: What kind of guys is it this time?)

A MASS BREAKOUT OF THE MYSTERIOUS POKÉMON SENDS THE POKÉMON SCHOOL INTO MASS PANIC!! After the mysterious Pokémon's initial appearance at the Rocket Gang base, they come to the Pokémon School as well! Satoshi and the others are startled by this outbreak as well, but after they calm down, they appear to take an interest in this unknown Pokémon. An examination is immediately launched!

AN EMERGENCY EXAMINATION OF THE MYSTERIOUS POKÉMON! If this is a new species of Pokémon, that'd be an amazing discovery! As the group tried investigating it, they learned various facts about this Pokémon. Examination 1: It eats metal It eats different things than normal Pokémon! Believe it or not, it actually seems to love metal. Kojiro gets a huge shock! The mysterious Pokémon went after his beloved bottle cap collection that he had worked on so laboriously... (Blurb: Maybe the mysterious Pokémon found the bottle caps especially good?!) Examination 2: Its body can take on all kinds of shapes The lower part of its body is soft and flexible, and can take on all kinds of shapes. It's a very amusing Pokémon that can make all kinds of expressions! (Blurb: The lower part of its body turns into all kinds of shapes.) Examination 3: Its body sticks to magnets This is a kind of Pokémon which body is made of metal? Māmane's experiment teaches us that it apparently sticks to electromagnets. (Blurb: It may look like they're crying, but what is really going on here?) Examination 4: It acts in groups A huge group of the mysterious Pokémon appeared all at once, so it appears they move around in groups. But what kind of Pokémon could this be...? And there are further secrets to be revealed as well? Don't miss the upcoming episodes of the anime! What is the true identity of this Pokémon? Check the episodes that air March 3rd and March 10th! (airdate and airtime vary depending on region)

#pokeani #pokemon sumo #fixing tags later

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ao3feed-matchablossom · 2 years

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As long as I still have you

by Batsy24

Okay, so it took him 21 years of his life, 4 years of meeting Kaoru, going on tons of dangerous and insane missions together, and getting stuck on a time loop that always ends with Kaoru (or sometimes both) dying, for Kojiro’s gay awaken. He’s slow, was too busy surviving as a demigod living in the modern world also known as a magnet for monsters and disaster, and the world is a cruel place filled with homophobia, sue him. Now he's stuck with the task of repeating this day again until Kaoru is safe. He'll do anything as long as he has Kaoru.

Words: 4476, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Matchablossom's server wars

Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe & Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Additional Tags: Woke Up Gay, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Demigods, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, there was only one tent, Fluff, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Kaoru dies but then the timeloop resets and he's alive again, Protective Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Kojiro would let the world burn before something happens to his babygirl, Feelings Realization, Getting Together, Fade to Black, Codependency where, The rest of the cast is mentioned briefly

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44717797

#IFTTT #fanfic #ao3feed #matcha blossom #ao3feed-matchablossom #sk8 the infinity #sk8 joe #sk8 cherry

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omgkatsudonplease · 8 years

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like dappled sunshine [viktuuri, rated t]

i’m like, obsessed with "nakedyouth” by kojiro shishido and i wanted to see if i could write something like the style of his animation so here you go. let me know what you think.

It’s a hot, sweltering day in Hasetsu; moving anywhere feels more like swimming through soup. The sun filters in through the leaves of the trees in the park, and the sound of cicadas chirping echoes from all around.

The steam coming from the locker room showers only makes it harder to breathe. Yuuri gasps a little as he stumbles out of his stall. His towel falls, and he briefly bends to pick it up.

He straightens up to find his coach stepping out of his as well. Water droplets run down Viktor’s pale skin in little rivulets, fall into his eyes like rain. His body is sculpted like a statue, and when he turns to look at Yuuri, all Yuuri can do is blink, and blush, and turn away.

The old castle gleams in the sunlight as the gulls fly overhead.

They are running through the park now, Viktor just a couple steps ahead of Yuuri, their breaths the only things heard alongside the cicadas. It is quiet this morning; the tranquility seeps into Yuuri’s bones even as his lungs scream for mercy.

They pause in the shade of the trees, and Viktor nonchalantly takes off his shirt, rolling the cotton up and off his head like it’s nothing. Yuuri sucks in a breath as he leans against one of the trees, taking shelter in the brief shade. He finds he cannot tear his gaze away.

Viktor leans against the other tree, his chest heaving with exertion as the shirt swings from his hands. Yuuri watches the rise and fall of his chest, his own heartbeat racing in tandem. It is faster than normal, a loud thud-thud against his ears that he cannot calm.

The gulls are crying somewhere up above. They must be flying over the high school, now. Yuuri rests his forehead to the bark, and tries to tear his mind away from the knowledge of Viktor’s presence so close to him.

They skate every day. Working out the finer points of his programmes. Practicing jumps. He’s fairly solid on his quad sal in practice now, but it’s still a question of whether or not he can land it in competition. Viktor’s finger traces the shape of his lips, and Yuuri swallows.

Viktor kicks off his tracksuit bottoms the instant he’s in the locker rooms of Ice Castle, discarding practice clothes along his path towards the showers. Yuuri steps out of his stall to find Viktor entering the other. The towel barely hangs to his coach’s hips. Yuuri looks away.

Viktor dons Yu-Topia’s yukata as soon as he’s back, and Yuuri can only watch, fascinated, as the green cloth falls back over the smooth white curve of his shoulders. He looks away once, and when he looks back, Viktor has stepped away.

There are rainstorms in the summer, loud and bright against the pavements and roads. On these mornings they sometimes wait out the storm by the entrance to Yu-Topia, watching the way the water puddles into mirrors that reflect the sky. Each mirror shatters a thousand times with the ripples of the rain.

They ride a bike past rice fields just outside of town, little farm huts standing like relics from a century gone by, occupied by people who probably don’t remember what era this is. Yuuri pedals, while Viktor perches on the rack behind the seat with his legs dangling. At night, the moths flicker around him like he is a candle flame. Yuuri can’t help but relate to that.

The cicadas cry, and so do the gulls, and so does the sea. It ebbs in and out against the shore, along the sand. Viktor’s dog chases him in the surf. Viktor’s hands tangle in his hair when they shower away the seawater from their bodies.

He drops the towel in the locker rooms again, and picks it up in time for his gaze to rest on the curve of Viktor’s back, dipping down to the edge of his towel. Viktor is clambering into his sweatpants. Yuuri’s equilibrium tilts a little as Viktor turns to smile at him, blue eyes brighter than the sky outside.

They walk through the town together. It is half-asleep even on bright noon days. Yuuri might have briefly bumped into Viktor’s shoulder just before crossing the street, but he says nothing, and neither does Viktor. The hum of the cicadas fill the spaces between them.

Viktor comes to stand by him in the lobby of the Ice Castle as the storm pours outside, the pavement shining, reflecting the clouds. Yuuri wonders what it’s like to fly. Perhaps it is like floating in the heart of the sea, watching the ripples of sunlight from below the water’s surface. Perhaps it is the skim of the ice beneath his blades. Perhaps it is in the brief brush of Viktor’s hand against his forearm, and the little intake of breath from both of them as his fingers send sparks shooting down Yuuri’s spine.

The gulls fly over the castle and Yuuri leans against the trellis in the park below, panting. He lifts up his shirt and holds it there, stands in the fickle shade of the vines and poles until Viktor comes up the stairs to this terrace. And if he had any breath left before, the look on his face when he sees Yuuri with his shirt shoved up to his armpits, chest exposed to the gleaming midday sun, suggests that there’s none left now.

The gulls fly, and Viktor is like dappled sunshine, complex and warm as he leans into Yuuri to look out the window of the train. His breath tickles the shell of Yuuri’s ear; his pulse flutters briefly against Yuuri’s hand. They pass tall buildings with mirrored surfaces, blending into the sky at certain angles. Viktor’s eyes are downcast, as if his mind is a million miles away.

They skate, and Viktor glides through the sun and the shade and the sun again, his body like music, his gaze like magnetism. Yuuri almost feels like he’s ruining the ice by joining him. Still, Viktor’s hands are gentle afterwards as he helps Yuuri bandage the blisters on his feet.

Outside, the gulls take flight.

Yuuri drops his towel again after the shower. He has it back by the time Viktor steps out. There’s no one else around; the room is quiet except for the buzzing of cicadas.

Yuuri meets Viktor’s gaze. Watches him swallow. Traces with his eyes down the sleek line of his throat to his sculpted chest to the vee of his hips, and the slight tenting from below.

He undoes his towel.

#lily's dabbles #yoi #yuri on ice #victuuri #viktuuri #nakedyouth #kojiro shishido #idk if i'll put this on ao3 it's really short?

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sleepingcrisis · 3 years

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Fuck The Universe

Part 2! Sorta a wip?

Click here for part one!

*****

"They want you to move?" Kojiro asks. Panic in his voice as he instinctively wraps his arms around Adam tighter then before.

"Just a year in the US. They want me to study there for a year. Said it would be good for me," Adam mutters. They are sitting in Kojiro’s room. A rare occurrence for it to he just the two of them despite their new status as soulmates (that they have hidden from their third especially due to his insistence on finding who is soulmate is).

"I don't want to be without you," Kojiro breaths and gently unbuttons Adam’s shirt before tugging the back down and pressing a kiss to the mark on his shoulder.

"Kojiro..." Adam lets out a small huff.

"You could stay. You could live with me," Kojiro suggests as he presses kisses along sunflower on Adam’s shoulder.

"You plan on going to Italy," Adam points out.

"You could come with me, Kaoru has also been talking about travel after he is done trying to find his soulmate. You should come," Kojiro says softly against his skin.

"To Italy and traveling with you idiots?" Adam asks with a chuckle. After a moment he quited and lets out a sigh, "What if he finds his soulmate?"

"Then he finds his soulmate. We... we can't do anything about that. Besides, I feel guilty enough lying to him about us."

"Is it a lie? If it wasn't either of you two then I wouldn't have cared. I would have wanted to be with you both anyway," Adam tries to explain. He didn't even know what his aunts would think about this anyway, but he couldn't lose Kojiro and Kaoru. Although the markings on his and Kojiro’s shoulders certainly makes it easier.

"It isn't the truth. This makes it easier for us and you know it. We don't know how he is feeling Adam. We gotta tell him eventually," Kojiro says.

"Eventually," Adam agrees.

They don't make it that far and they believe that they are a lot more secretive then they actually are.

It is an accident. A complete accident. Kaoru had been crossing the street on his skateboard when a vehicle comes out of nowhere.

Thankfully they stop before Kaoru ends up getting hit.

"Are you okay?" A male not much older then Kaoru climbs out of the vehicle. Black hair and a mole below his eye.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry for that. I was in quite a rush," Kaoru says. He puts on his fake friendly voice that he uses when meeting his father's business associates.

"Are you sure?" He asks. The black haired male looks exhausted, but more then that. He looks surprised. With his fists clenched at his sides.

"Yeah... positive. Are you okay?" Kaoru asks and makes his way over. They both jump at the sound of a car honking behind the other males car.

"I'm fine," he says with a sigh as he begins to get back into his car. "I apologize once more— what are you doing?" A reasonable question considering Kaoru is currently climbing into his car.

"Im still shaken up a little so my legs aren't working well. My name is Kaoru, but my friends call me Cherry. Start driving stranger!" Kaoru chuckles softly when the stranger sighs before he starts driving so he isn't holding up traffic.

"You climbed into a strangers car without a care in the world. Are you an idiot?"

"If that makes it sound more logical then I guess I am. I just didn't want to leave yet. Is that a bad thing?" Kaoru asks as he holds his board close.

"You shouldn't make a habit of it."

Kaoru nods as they continue driving. He isn't quite sure what to do now. He felt this magnetism to this other male and now he is in his car, but it isn't like he can pull up the other’s pant leg to see if he has the markings.

"Have I seen you before?" Kaoru asks instead. Maybe he can become friends with him or something anything to end his search.

"I have been told I look generic. Perhaps you are mistaken?" The strangers suggests.

"Not with that mole under your eye. I like it by the way. It suits you."

"Well I don't have control over it so I would hope it does," the stranger responds immediately. Okay maybe he doesn't like the mole. Probably shouldn't push it.

"You are dressed all fancy like. What do you do for work?" Kaoru asks in an effort to pivot the conversation.

The stranger let's out a sigh and grips the wheel slightly tighter, "I'm training to be a secretary for the son of a wealthy family."

"Ew," Kaoru says before he can stop himself. "Sorry, I just—"

"It's fine. I don't think it is what I want to do," he says.

"You don't think?" Kaoru asks as they pull to a stop at a convenience store not far from where they were. "What do you want to do?" Kaoru tries to continue the conversation.

"I don't know. Anyway we are here— hey what are you doing?" The black haired male asks when Kaoru sets a hand on his thigh.

"I'm looking for someone. Can you show me your leg?" Kaoru asks. He is perfectly aware of how desperate he sounds, but he also doesn't care.

"What would it matter?"

"Huh?"

"What would it matter," the black haired male repeats himself. "We don't know each other. Regardless of if I am the person you are looking for, it won't matter."

"It does. It does to me. I think my friends are lying to me and I just need something. Please," Kaoru asks.

"I don't know you and what your friends do isn't my concern. Not everyone has time for a soulmate. I certainly don't. So, what? If our legs match I'm supposed to derail my life for some snot nosed brat I nearly hit with my car because you can't look both ways?"

Kaoru swallow around the lump in his throat and pulls his hand off the other as he opens the door. His whole world is reduced down to this car and the edges are closing in around the sides, "I'm sorry. You're right. I should never have expected... I don't even know what I expected. Thank you for driving me here," Kaoru grabs his things and gets out. Giving a small bow before closing the door.

He sits and watches as his soulmate drives away, he didn't even manage to get the other’s name.

#sk8 the infinity #sakurayashiki kaoru #shindo ainosuke #nanjo kojiro #tadashi kikuchi #matcha love #snakeblossom #lovematchablossom

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