Not seeing nearly enough appreciation for the pure excellence that was 24/7
I mean the entire cast was just incredible and it basically stands on its own as a short film.
You get so invested in these peoples stories and the atmosphere is so tense and chaotic, and John Dee is just chilling
Even if he is just a smol guy in the corner eating his ice cream whilst everyone else is getting laid😂
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The sequence of John Dee wandering the diner while compelling three pairs of people into tossing aside their inhibitions is HAUNTING and eerie and extremely well done
That said, I want the image of him eating ice cream while people fuck in the background to become a meme template
Because, honestly, relatable
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Slice of Life Drabble : Tamaki Amajiki
“Tamaki Amajiki,” you respond easily, if a little too fast, “He’s proven himself to be incredibly intelligent and brave and–”
“And you liiiiiike him,” Mina drawls.
“That–!”
Your protest is promptly cut off by Ochako’s ear-splitting squeal. “That. Is so. Cute!”
“That,” you try again, ignoring the searing heat of your cheeks, “Is irrelevant. We’re talking about heroes we admire, whether or not I have a crush on–”
“You have a crush on Tamaki! This is perfect. You guys would make such a–”
You tune the rest of Mina’s rambling out, burying your head in your hands with a throaty groan. Tsu pats soothingly at your back..
You’re quick to cut your pink friend off when the topic of marriage is broached.
“Nothing’s going to happen.”
“Why not?” Mina demands, looking personally affronted by the statement.
“It’s just not! There’s no way he likes me back. Now can we please get back to the conversation? Tsu it’s your turn.”
“Selkie. You should ask him out.”
“Ask out Selkie?” You, Mina, and Ochako ask in sync.
“No, I admire Selkie. You should ask Tamaki out. Obviously. Ribbit.”
You splutter out a laugh, feeling the flush trail down from your cheeks to your neck. No way. No way in hell. Tamaki Amajiki is so far out of your league you may as well be living on separate planets.
You’re not even sure how this little infatuation of yours started.
Maybe it was when you’d seen him trip over a pot plant outside the cafeteria and apologise to it afterwards. Or when you’d seen him sitting on the grass with his friends and the sunlight had hit his hair just right, turning the messy indigo strands the exact same shade of purple as the mulberries in your grandmother’s garden. Or maybe it was when he’d stopped you in the corridor after the Sports Festival just to congratulate you on your win and he’d said your name so softly, so gently that you never wanted to hear it said any other way again.
But that didn’t matter.
What mattered was that Tamaki Amajiki absolutely did. Not. Like. You. Back.
Still, you can’t help but let the thought linger.
In the safety of your mind you let yourself imagine that he’d be flattered, perhaps a little stunned, and certainly excited. The pale tips of his pointed ears would flush a pretty pink and he’d look down at you through a curtain of dark messy hair before responding in that beautiful, deep, silky-smooth voice of his…
“I’d like that.”
Yeah, just like that.
Wait–
“Huh?” Your head shoots up and there he is.
Tamaki Amajiki.
Huh. His ears are flushed a pretty pink.
So are his cheeks.
Mirio stands behind him, and when the third year turns back to his blonde friend, Mirio’s quick to shoot him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. Tamaki rubs a hand over his flushed neck, gaze darting over your face before returning to the scuffed tips of his shoes.
“You’d like…that?”
“Yeah.”
Mina squeals.
Your brain stutters to a halt, neurons short circuiting like you’ve been hit by one of Denki’s attacks. “Oh.”
“I actually,” he pauses, taking another glance back at Mirio whose smile only grows. “I uh– I like you.”
“Oh.”
Mina’s eyes widen. Ochako starts slapping your arm.
Tsu rolls her eyes.
“Right,” you stand shakily, without really knowing why. Now you’re hovering beside the bench, a few feet away from your long-time crush, and you’re overcome with the bizarre urge to shake his hand like you’ve just closed some sort of business deal. “I like you too. Obviously. You probably already heard that.”
He laughs, and it is perhaps the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. “Yeah. I heard.”
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