#🪽 :: golden winged gallery

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tried my hand at making a ship template– centred around ‘firsts’! feel free to use for all your yume / oc x canon / canon x canon needs :) just keep the credit ★ including one i filled out as an example!!

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─ hello ! i'm megh or cal. this account is an archive for my self ship with tetora nagumo & tomoya mashiro from ensemble stars (non-sharing for tetora, selectively okay with tomoya 🙇) more info below 🍮 ★ ˙ ̟ .ᐟ

🪽 about me。

17, turning 18 in a couple months. south asian. i produce ra*bits & tetora & love theatre club! as for my self insert, you can find more info in this carrd.

🌤️ byf ∕ dni。

discourse & negativity heavy blogs please dni. i am not interested in arguing about this, if you post any kind of pdophilic or incest content, even in fiction, dni. as stated above i do not romantically share tetora & tomoya. i have a pretty low social battery and often reply late or forget entirely, keep that in mind.

🍰 tag directory。

✦、# ⛅ :: sunny sky's monologue → general talking

✦、#🌂 :: a rain-murmured love song → all my yumeship content

✦、#🐰 :: mashiro tomoya → tomoya related lovemail & such

✦、#🐯 :: nagumo tetora → tetora related lovemail & such

✦、#☀️ :: mihir → self insert related content

✦、#🍰 :: pudding mailbox → asks tag

✦、#🪽 :: golden winged gallery → for effortposts, like edits & writing

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tetora x self insert (mihir), 0.9k words 💤

actually using this blog for the purpose i made it for- archiving! this is a repost of a lil drabble i posted on twitter earlier. you can find it on twitter here. my apologies if i tagged stuff wrong or something ahahaha

to be honest, a part of mihir had genuinely hoped the first part of the predicament sun had found sunself in, the singular bed with just enough space for two people, would somehow split into two while sun took a long, comforting post-rehearsal shower. which clearly did not happen, leaving mihir with the second part of the problem: suns boyfriend. tetora was sprawled on that very bed tapping at some game on his phone in earnest, oblivious to the thoughts swirling in mihir’s head. 

stupid company always trying to cut corners. the least they could've done is give us a single room with separate beds!, the blond grumbled to bunself before returning suns gaze to sols boyfriend/unitmate/problem. 

sharing a bed… there's always a time for firsts like that in a relationship, especially one as new as theirs, but something held mihir back. although tetora had been quite touchy-feely as a friend, he had become more closed off since they had gotten together, rarely initiating physical affection. was it nervousness? or was mihir doing something wrong? either way, sun had a feeling to not press about it. 

after a lengthy mental debate, mihir finally walked up to the bed in the living area of the suite they were given. “i’ll be taking the couch”, mihir declared, hoping to sound steadfast. tetora sat up immediately, insisting that he should be on the couch instead, just as mihir had anticipated. sun hadn't missed the look of relief– or maybe disappointment?– that flashed across his face. 

“you've clearly made yourself comfortable here. besides, it's not like i'm giving the bed up forever. we're so swapping tomorrow”, sun grumbled, throwing one of the smaller pillows that had fallen of the bed at some point right at tetora's face. bullseye! 

mihir was already cursing sunself at suns stupidity. sol made suns way under the covers that adorned the bed, snaking sols way to tetora’s sleeping form. bun hadn't accounted for sols own sensitivity to the cold that made it unbearable to sleep on the couch and how much warmer sol felt around a certain boy before making sols proclamation to valiantly take the uncomfy option.

sun pressed up against the taller boy’s back, almost spooning him. despite suns efforts to not wake him up, sol felt tetora tense up. “ ‘s just me,” sun said, voice muffled as sol pressed sols face to the back of tetora’s neck. the older boy relaxed almost immediately with a soft exhale.

“it got too cold out on the couch”, mihir said, scrunching up sols nose, “you're always running hot, so i figured– i'm sorry–” tetora flipped over to face sol, face barely visible in the darkness of the bedroom to anyone who hadn't spent too long studying his features. “why are you apologizin’? i wouldn't have minded if ya just stayed here from the get-go, you know. we're dating, so, this kinda thing, ah, it's probably fine, right?”, he responded, voice still a little raspy and rough around the edges from sleep. being this close, mihir could almost feel the heat rushing to his face.

“don't blame me– you've been acting all weird and cagey about skinship lately. i thought you hated it! i didn't want to push you into something you didn't like– there's barely enough space for two people here. i thought you'd dislike being in such close quarters, so–”

“don't go thinking of everything by yourself! it's not that i hate it.. that's a total misunderstanding! i just,” tetora paused, one hand coming to awkwardly scratch at the back of his hair. “cus, well, it feels different with you. when i hold hands with hinata-kun or link arms with hiiro-kun, my heart doesn't start beating like crazy and my mind doesn't go blank– even now, with you so close, it's like the air’s knocked outta my lungs. it's seriously so uncool, it's not manly at all to get that bothered just by a tiny touch from your partner, to wanna be oh so close to them all the time! i don't wanna show you my embarrassing, childish sides, i wanna be cool in front of you! isn't that what every guy would wan- oi?!”

his rant was cut short but mihir leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips mid-sentence. pulling away shortly after, mihir smiled at him in an impossibly fond way that made tetora’s stomach do acrobatics. yeah, this is definitely bad…

mihir cupped his cheek, squishing the stubborn bit of baby fat there a little. “stupid kotora~ the cute parts, the cool parts, the ugly parts, all of them make up my beloved tetora and i adore all of them, alright?”, sol shifted slightly to allowed sun to pepper soft kisses all over tetora’s face– the tip of his nose, his lips, the part of his forehead hidden behind still-damp bangs– “you don't ever have to hide anything from me. no matter what cheesy thing you say, or how clingy you act–”, this earned a whine from tetora– “you're definitely the coolest to me. you don't ever have to worry about that.” 

tetora took this as a cue to snuggle closer, nuzzling his head into the crook of mihir’s next. sun adjusted sols arms to cradle him even closer, dropping another small kiss on top of his head as the response to a soft, muffled “i love you” leaving tetora’s mouth as they both drifted off to sleep.

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for the pining ask game^^

❓describe a time one of you did flirt or make a move, only for the other to remain totally oblivious.

😳 what moment flustered them the most?

💭 who daydreamed about the other more often? what did they think about most?

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💭 mihir did it more often tbh... inserting tetora into whatever romance media sol consumed even if it's out of character & doing random things while thinking 'itd be nice if kotora was here too..." 😭😭 tetora is also very guilty of daydreaming... although for him it was more like montages of daily life. mihir crouching and meowing at a stray cat or the view of the top of suns head when sol leaned buns head on his shoulder,, stuff like that :3

😳 oooh!!! hm, for mihir maybe when tetsu helps correct sun's like. hand positions when they're practicing choreo?,, it's weirdly intimate and it's nice to be praised when sol does it right :9 for tetora, it's when mihir verbally Admits things since sun gets embarassed about it and that's cute... stuff like admitting sun missed him if they've been apart or sol would rather spend time with him than anyone else—

❓ i Kinda wrote a drabble about thisss so ill just put that under the cut :3

the chirp of cicadas punctuated the warm summer night as Tetora & Mihir walked towards the Starmony Dorm building. it had been another long, long day of practice running overtime, leaving neither of them with the energy to converse. the path from the practice rooms to the dorm was short and well-lit, much to Mihir's relief, who had enough of listening to Tetora's season-appropriate scary folklore.

Tetora was already counting down his mental list of things to do tomorrow– outfit fittings, ryuseitai practice in the morning, that one part of the choreography he had to discuss with Mihir–

Wait, where did sun go? all of a suddenl, he was acutely aware of the lack of warmth by his side and the hand brushing against the back of his own. he turned back to see Mihir gazing at the sky, a small smile on sols lips. The moon, a barely-there crescent that night, peered from the top of the trees that surrounded ensemble square. despite the light pollution in the middle of city, it shone true & bright, almost looking like a painting against the thick grove of clouds.

this isn't exactly unusual– their practice sessions do end up running late often and Tetora has often caught Mihir wistfully looking up at the sky– coincidentally, of course, it's not like his gaze ends up on sun whether he wants it to or not, or anything!

What's unusual, though, is how his breath hitches in his throat and how his brain seems much more interested in looking at sun rather the moon bun is admiring. He calls out to sun, fighting against the urge to stand there and gaze at Mihir for just a little more, the heavens reflected in suns eyes and moonlight braided through buns half-up hair.

Mihir turns towards him, seeming nervous for a second before flashing him a smile much fuller and brighter than the sliver of the moon hanging in the night sky. "Hey, kotora~ the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

Tetora wishes he had something, anything to say back other than the half-mumbled "yeah" that tumbles out of his mouth, because oh, sorry, didn't really notice, on account of staring at your stupid cute face and your honestly really pretty smile kind of wiped my brain clean of any coherency! my bad is probably-definitely one of the top ten things you should not say to your friend and unitmate you probably-definitely have entirely platonic feelings for. Yep.

Mihir tries not to look too dejected, striding towards Tetora so that they're side by side again. it wasn't supposed to a serious confession or anything, and sun only half-expected Tetora to catch on. still, the twinge in sols heart at his response felt too intense for a joke between friends. how bothersome.

Sun nudged Tetora who was still lost in his thoughts with suns elbow. The taller turned towards bun, a slight blush obvious at the very tips of his ears. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it promptly. "it's getting late", Mihir said, opting to march forward and leave this mildly embarassing incident– and hopefully the weird, bothersome feelings– behind. Tetora jogged up to sun, hands brushing against each other again.

Mihir pretended not to notice the warm feeling of Tetora intertwining their fingers together.