#Cherry-aqua-blossom

[tofuless]

Mac is love, cheese is life 🙌

Amen 🙌

[cometchasms]

*swoops in with cuddles*

REMINDER THAT EVEN IF WE DO NOT TALK EVERY DAY I STILL CARE FOR AND LOVE YOU, STARLIGHT, MONARCH OF THE STARS AND I ALWAYS WILL 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

*snuggles*

AAAH ILY2, CHERRY BLOSSOM, YOU'RE STILL THE LITERAL BEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE TO ME 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

[agalova]

Cherry Blossoms

[parfumery-wiki]

Flora Cherrysia (eau de toilette) Aqua Allegoria Guerlain Nose: Delphine Jelk

Floral

As though blurred, a cherry blossom accord becomes evanescent with the fruity notes of nashi and watermelon, on a woody background delicately powdered by a note of violet.

Key notes: Cherry blossom, Nashi pear, Calabria bergamot, Violet

[sapphy-artz]

I’m so fuckin tired bro

I know…fuck, me too. Tired of not knowing, tire of artists being crushed to dust, billionaires fucking things up, people making fun of us cause we’re rightfully scared

and this is just to mention the twitter stuff lol

[nikosaki]

“I want to use specific names for colours/shades but I don’t know many!” Hahaha sakira has got you! If you want to add colour to the objects or stuff in your writing you shouldn’t just write it like this

“Her dress was red” “His eyes were purple”

That makes your writing bland, it dumbs down the readers imagination during reading. Instead describe the colour like this

“Her dress was like a cup of Rooibos tea under a sunlit day”

“His eyes could be compared to that of a raven’s deep violet eyes”

(tip: amethyst is an overused word, there’s a list of other purple words below you should check out)

You can describe colours using objects because it will give shape to the sentence but don’t always go too detailed. If you make one sentence with a lot of adjectives and everything then don’t over use it in the other sentence that’s is.

But remember to use a simile like “as” or “like” if you do use objects.

I already wrote “Her dress was like a cup of Rooibos tea under a sunlit day” so next time when I mention the dress’s colour again I am going to write something like this

“Her garnet dress flowed in the wind”

Why? Because simple sentenced always enchance the writing and gives reader a feeling.

now that we are done with how to write colours let’s see some synonyms!!

white- bleached , colourless , pearly , milky , snowy, ivory , salt , Lacey , linen , frosty, daisy parchment , porcelain, cotton , rice bone

black- ebony, midnight, jade , spider , coal , pitch black, void , empty, sooty , obsidian , metal, onyx , ink , crow

grey- shadow, ash , graphite , foggy, dove , silver , dull, cloud ,slate, iron, smoke, pebble

red- garnet, blush , Merlot , cherry , crimson, rose, sangria, bloody, berry , currant, terracotta, jam , merlot

orange- tangerine , ginger , apricot, autumn , spice , amber, rust, marmalade, pumpkin , carrot , clay, golden , copper , ochre

yellow- gold, canary , light , butterscotches, dandelion, honey , blonde, corn, saffron , ocher, buttermilk

green- beryl , viridescent , olive , emerald , pickle, leafy , sage , lime , pear , mint, mignonette, glaucous

blue- ocean , aqua , cobalt, navy , sapphire, admiral, denim , cerulean, indigo , lapis , peacock, aegean, azure , turquoise, cyan , arctic

purple - amethyst , raven , violet ,lilac , lavender, plum , magenta ,orchid , mulberry, heather, raisin, amaranthine , eggplant , iris , periwinkle

pink- blush , cherry blossom , taffy , peach, flamingo , rosey , salmon , fuscia, rosewood , pale red

IMPORTANT : remember to do GOOD research on shades!! You need to know which one you can use as an adjective and which one is a noun. If it’s a noun turn it into adjective, if it cannot be turned into an adjective then use a simile.

There’s more and if you know put it in the reblogs

[lunaevangeline]

"Sweetheart—"

"What is it, Gojo?"

Lying comfortably, your gaze doesn't shift to his presence that weighing the bed. One of your best friends sent a video of her cute puppy, with round black eyes and short snow-white fur. He runs actively here and there, wagging his small tail adorably.

"It's Satoru, not Gojo," your lover whines. His hands grip your waist possessively as if the puppy on the screen will snatch you away. Specifically, it has already snatched away your attention from him.

You've always wanted a puppy (perhaps a cat sounds nice too) but now that you catch his look with your peripheral vision, you feel like you don't need one. He already looks similar to a lost puppy.

You put your phone away, and you can see how Gojo is pouting. His snow-like hair is disheveled and his blue eyes gleam innocently, reflecting the blue-aqua color. You can catch a hint of his clean scent and after-shave. You wonder in this state, he looks younger than his age.

He is aware of how you hold back your laugh at his antics. Gojo feeling threatened by a small-harmless puppy won't be a great thing to talk about in front of his students or his opponents, they would probably laugh their butt off at that fact. He is losing his pride.

"What?" He asked in offense though you haven't said a word.

You hum lowly, "Nothing."

Your hand ruffles his soft mane. He relaxes and unconsciously rubs his face on your palm as you reach out to caress his cheek.

His grip on your waist eases, leading to his digits tracing your spine soothingly and playing with your locks. He knows when it comes to you he's really touch starved and he gives up on this fact.

Because your touch is hypnotizing, stronger than any spell. The lingering scent of your shampoo and body lotion is enchanting. To look into your eyes is something he never gets tired of.

Then you swiftly pull him closer, grazing your lips against his cheek before snuggling into his embrace.

"How unfair," you can hear his voice echo as his cheek and nose warm up in the cold weather.

Love is the most twisted curse, he theorized. Yet he didn't fully aware until he experienced it himself. He closes his eyes and all he can feel is your presence. All of his senses are very sensitive to you, every movement counts and he isn't sure if the sound of a heartbeat is coming from you or him. Holding you in his arm, his chest full with a warm-fuzzy feeling — like when he watches cherry blossoms bloom in spring or the changing color of the leaves in autumn, while wearing his favorite sweater.

Looking into the pair of your irises, he can redefine what it means to be limitless, to go beyond infinity. Your love is liberating, it sets him free. Every moment he spends with you is worthwhile, the mundane things you do keep him sane.

He wastes no time to claim you, pressing his soft lips against yours. Your hands tug on his hair and he angles your face as he pulls you closer. With even breaths and a calm pace, his kisses are soft and velvety. You melt in every little kiss. He could spend hours holding you like this, all the while pouring his passion and emotions.

Gojo Satoru has a good sense and self-awareness. He feels he must be crazy to fall this hard for you, in a world where death haunts you every second; when betting his life is a part of his job. But being with you always gives him a sense of being normal in every aspect, because you look at him not as a great sorcerer, without an excessive expectation to fulfill. You look at him thoroughly and embrace it. It feels somewhat unfamiliar and nice.

When you head up "I love you, Satoru" before you fall into a deep slumber in his embrace, he feels he has the greatest curse and blessings.

[aquagirl1978]

hiiii aqua! the cherry blossoms in my area are blooming, and i've been daydreaming of being taken out on a blossom viewing date for days on end. could i request nokto + fluffy cherry blossom viewing? thank you!

Thank you anon for this request - I'm so happy you requested Nokto. I tried my best to make this fluffy, he's a tricky one with that.

You and Me

A/N: Part of my Naughty or Nice event Pairing: Nokto Klein x Reader Prompt: viewing cherry blossoms Word Count: 592 Tags: fluff

Requests open for Naughty or Nice event

“And they lived happily ever after. The End.” After shutting the book in your hands, you gazed down at Nokto, whose head was resting in your lap under a canopy of cherry blossom trees.

“There’s no way that’s the ending of the story. It couldn’t just end there like that.”

“Oh? So you were paying attention to the story?” 

Nokto stood up and feigned offense. “Of course I was paying attention!”

“Really?” Lifting yourself from your seated position, you stood tall and stepped into his space, lifting your chin so your eyes met his. “Okay then. Tell me how many brothers the prince had.” It was a minor detail in the story, but one mentioned just enough to determine his truthfulness.

“Seven?”

“Wrong, Nokto! He had no brothers and one sister.”

“Oh…” He averted his gaze, knowing he was caught in a lie.

“Why ask me to read to you if you’re not paying attention?” Your voice softened as you touched his arm and a gentle wind blew by, scattering pale pink petals in your hair. You weren’t mad at him, rather you were curious to know his reason.

“You haven’t figured that out, huh?” he asked softly, your mind blanking as soon as he traced your lips with his fingertip. It would be so easy to part your lips and nibble on his finger. He looked at you expectantly, and when you offered no answer, he chuckled. Leaning closer, he brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered, “I like your voice. I like to hear you speak.”

Feeling your face flush, you enjoyed the small, little thrill his words evoked. “Nokto…” Suddenly shy, your words came out breathless. “You know we could always just talk. I don’t need to read some book that bores you.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head, cherry blossom petals fell from his hair. “You have conversations with everyone. Who else do you read to, but me?”

You stared at him silently, almost in awe. “So this is all….”

“It’s just our special time. You and me. Something we do with no one else.” 

Looking around, you soaked in the scene – his soft smile, the way he held your hands in his, the pink petals stuck in his silver strands – and you thought Nokto never looked more beautiful than now. Your fox tricked you once more, but that was okay. You liked happy surprises.

Standing on your tiptoes, you lifted your face to his and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Let’s take our time walking back, it’s so pretty here with all the cherry blossom trees,” you whispered, in no rush to return to the palace.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and brought his lips to your ear, teeth grazing the rim as his whispered words warmed your skin. “I can think of some other things we can do than just gaze at the cherry blossom trees.”

“Not if you ever want me to read to you again,” you replied, swatting his arm playfully. As much as you wanted to acquiesce to his wishes, looking around you reminded yourself that you were in a public park.

“You wouldn’t…” His lips curved into the cutest little pout. So cute you wanted to gobble him up right there and then. 

“C’mon,” you coaxed, tugging his arm. “Do this for me?” you asked in your sweetest voice. Nokto made a face, but quickly gave into your whim, his hand squeezing yours as he followed you on the path dotted with cherry blossom trees. 

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[dollsahoy]

The "white cherry blossoms and leaves outlined in red on an aqua background" fabric of the skirt is something I've had since 2007, and the "peach background with badly drawn white cats with red outlines and a slightly-greener-then-aqua bow, vintage style" fabric on the bodice I got in 2010. Both of them were small pieces that I had put into a place with other small pieces of fabric...then kinda forgot about...

So, when I rediscovered them while looking for fabrics to make test versions of this dress, there was some nostalgia, and I happily put them together for this dress. I knew this pink haired Licca would be a good doll to wear it, too

[lazypanartist]

Got inspiration from @cherry-aqua-blossom 's post, had to write something small rq

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"He can't even work a toaster!! Why would you get him a speaker?"

Cameron shrugged, the newest Onslaught member's query barely audible over the music now blasting throughout the base.

"I thought it'd be funny, since he's always trying to work your phone for music."

"Yeah, and he stole it! To pair with the speaker!"

The song changed suddenly, Klarion yelling a short "Dang it!" that was quickly drowned out again.

You glanced towards Cameron, glaring, to which he only shrugged.

"Sorry."

[tofuless]

~Thorn covered Roses and Devilish Delights~

Dedicating this one to my fellow Sya Simp™ and the platonic light of my life, @cherry-aqua-blossom 💙

[cometchasms]

Alastor 100% dissects furbies

This post is brought to you by @cherry-aqua-blossom and I discussing Hazbin Hotel after years of silence

[leggerefiore]

Quiet Café

cw: fluff, confession fic

pairing: N/Reader

summary: A pretty man visits your café often. You find yourself endeared with him.

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Your newest customer was intriguing. From his fast way of talking, truly a test of your ability to take in information quickly, to his gentle demeanour, you ways found yourself watching him when he came in. His messy green hair was tied back behind his back to little effect, and his aqua eyes observed everything curiously. You also noted that he always had a pokemon out with him if he did not come with his seemingly two choices of human company.

You smiled at him as he came in later in the evening with a Politoed. Spring had come and some light pink flower petals decorated his hair. Your heat warmed at the sight of him. “Hello again,” you greeted him, “For spring, we have a limited time cherry blossom tea blend.” He usually ordered teas over coffee, you had noted. He specifically seemed to enjoy your more floral and fruity teas. His female friend often eagerly enjoyed a cup with him, while his male friend tended to keep with more popular black tea brews.

“That sounds lovely,” he agreed, “I actually just left a flower viewing garden a friend had invited me to.” You knew those were quite popular in White Forest. It had been on your agenda to eventually make your way to one, too. You walked out to your tea tin to take out the blend and set the kettle to heat. The green-haired man had taken a seat near a window and gazed out into the busy streets of Castelia. He always seemed serene, but… There was a feeling of something just underneath, leaving him troubled. He appeared to be a sweet guy, so you hoped that was simply a misread on your part.

The steam erupted from the cup as the scent of something floral and fruity spread out. The tea brewed into a light green colour. A single pink flower sat in the cup as you brought it out to the man. “Were the flowers pretty?” you asked him, “I've been thinking of going, but I just haven't found the time.”

He gazed at you for a moment before blinking. “The pokemon there were extremely happy alongside the people,” he replied, “There were many different grass-types, especially.” You let a small laugh. It sounded like he focused more on the pokemon in attendance than the flowers.

“I really should then,” you looked at some of pokemon helpers around the café, “My crew certainly deserves something rewarding.” His smile warmed your heart with how sweet it was.

“They would love that,” he said like he could understand your pokemon.

~

He had not been wrong, you discovered. Your pokemon absolutely enjoyed the flower viewing alongside you. Their choices were never bad, but seeing it in person was something different from the pictures posted online. You reserved yourself to thank your green-haired visitor the next time he came in. Which took a while, honestly. He could get sporadic with visits, you had noticed. What he did for a living was beyond you. You know his company were usually trainers and the like, but whether he was one or not was something unknown.

When he did finally come in again, he had come with a Zoroark. You smiled at him brightly. “Welcome,” you greeted when he came up to your counter, “What's your order today?” He ordered the seasonal tea again and a slice of strawberry sponge cake. You quickly got everything together and brought it out to his table. His expression grew to the peaceful you had come to expect as he drank the tea and ate the cake. You felt awful interrupting it. Leaving it alone, you decided to just let him have it, free of charge. Just seeing him so at ease was enough for you.

When he came to pay, you just shook your head. “As thanks for your suggestion last Tim's, I decided to just give you those,” you spoke to him softly, “I don't think I've ever seen them so entertained.” You gazed at your server pokemon with a small grin. He seemed surprised.

“I-I feel bad,” he tried to argue, but you simply refused.

“Pay me back by coming back again, okay?” you told him, “I really enjoy it when you come in.” You swore a light pink dusted across his cheeks, but you just assumed it to be due to the lighting. His eyes gazed at the register before nodding.

“I will then,” he agreed, “I enjoy your café a lot.” You waved him off as he left.

~

You jumped when a brown-haired girl rushed in the next day with big blue eyes. A large Emboar behind her. You recognised her as one of your green-haired customer's friends. Her hands hit your counter excitedly. You were about to ask her if she was alright, but she glanced at you with a big grin. “N likes you,” she said exasperatedly, “He doesn't know how to say it.” You assumed that N was your green-haired man.

“… Er,” you were at a lost for words. You would not say that you lacked the feelings for him, but it felt odd having what was someone else confessing for another person. Mostly, you were concerned that she was assuming for him. “Sorry, I feel a bit awkward hearing that from someone else,” you decided to be honest with her, assuming she was just trying to help someone she cared for. The realisation seemed to have hit her.

“Point taken,” she took it easily, “I'll make sure he tells you.” With that, she marched out. You felt like you were in a daze from that.

A few hours later, just as the orange sky began to take on its darker hues, the bell on the door rang, signalling a new customer. You perked up from the dishes to gaze at the door. The evening light gave the man a different appearance as he stood nervously. You abandoned the dishes to approach him. He nervously gazed at you while shifting the blocks on a cube keychain he had.

“... You like me, then?” you asked him, aware of the girl's words from earlier. His head turned up to look at you. He nodded. You smiled at him as you stepped out from behind the counter. Your hand grabbed his own as you observed the skin of it. Soft. “Well, I like you, too,” you answered him sweetly, “I have a day off soon… Would you like to meet in Nimbasa?”

His expression turned into the serene one you had come to love.

“I would love to,” he replied, grasping his hand around yours.

[urfavnegronerd]

all right u obscene fucks some of you don't have a skincare-obsessed sister and it shows

alright so anyone who shaves their no no square is going to know what im talking about so just bare with me. some of us are too broke to afford a wax (i have eight dollars in my spending account rn), so here's what ur gonna do. everyone whos shaved that area has most definitely experienced irritation, ingrowns, bumps, and itchiness. this is not good, especially for those of us with a history of sh. that alone has triggered multiple relapses for me, cus why does my body itch? and then my brain spirals from there

if its been a while since u've shaved? no worries stink i didn't use to be regular either. if its been a while and you have a bit more hair, make sure to trim the area carefully, with a sanitized pair of scissors.

dry brush the area, you can get a dry brush at target, i got mine for five dollars

gently exfoliate the area, i use a home made one w sugar, oil, and dr bronners unscented soap. i use unscented because i have keratosis pilaris, eczema, and sensitive skin. use unscented soap, not no Japanese cherry blossom ass shit from bath and body works. do you want a yeast infection? unscented is the way to go.

get clean razor, i switch mine out every month or so. i use harrys because they're marketed towards men so a closer shave w more blades. before u do anything w the razor, run it under warm water, if the pressure in your showerhead changes switch it to the highest pressure and rinse the blade to get any gunk out of there

drop the shaving cream, the conditioner, whatever u use. drop it. switch for coconut oil instead, unscented as to not irritate the area.

at first go with the direction of hair growth, stopping to rinse the razor and the area every few strokes. then go side to side, and up and down.

as soon as ur finished rinse the area with freezing water as to close/tighten the pores!!

when ur out of the shower use either after shave, or witch hazel. i like to use aqua velva after shave, it smells nice, and also marketed towards a male audience so it actually fucking works. pour a little bit on a cotton round, wash rag, or toilet paper and apply it to the area. it'll sting a little bit, but that's the tightening and toning of the area, don't worry. for those of my afab friends do not put it in there. only on the skin outside of it!! no one wants a yeast infection, or a uti, we don't do that here. (however if you do get a uti or yeast infection, boric acid suppositories at target, azo cranberry tablets and apple cider vinegar tablets. do what you will with that. miasaurus on youtube has great videos on these topics, an ex-stripper and also incredibly funny) tend skin is also a great option but really expensive, when my parents were together my mom got my bald-headed ass daddy a big thing of tend skin for his birthday.

moisturize with unscented lotion, i use cetaphil on that area and coco butter everywhere else

in the showers following ur shave down there, use a salicylic acid face wash on that area. i use cerave because i got it cheap with ulta points, i would recommend cerave because it's formulated with ceramides to keep your skin barrier healthy as well as being unscented. salicylic acid is an acne medication that also helps prevent ingrown hair and itchiness.

moisturize moisturize moisturize!

repeat as necessary friends! go fuck that person bald down there. or don't, whatever floats ur boat. if you wanna be smooth down there (cus its fucking comforting), go be smooth if you wanna!

my mom or my older sister did not teach me this, so i had to figure out what works too embarrassed to ask for help.

[sukisukisu]

Stuck in the jet wash

Bad trip I couldn't get off

And maybe I bit off more than I could chew

And overhead of the aqua blue

(The kids aren't alright- Fall Out Boys)

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If I want to touch him, Iwaizumi thought, so be it, just touch him.

"You still haven't gotten over the habit of buying a bunch of ready-to-eat food for the whole week, have you? Cooking one proper meal will kill you or something ?" he asked, his voice monotonous through the speaker, a very Iwaizumi Hajime kind of tone. He always tried to be polite to everyone, but at the same time, Iwaizumi knew he didn't want to.

(It's a relief to think about the fact that, Oikawa was the only one who knew all this about him)

"Yes, sorry for always being a clumsy person, sorry for always being wrong, Mr.Iwaizumi" Oikawa sighed. Iwaizumi was in his dorm in Irvine, and it was dark now, the sounds of the city rushing in to fill up the empty room. Oikawa, on the other end of the line, was far away in Buenos Aires. Suddenly Iwaizumi realized how much he missed hearing this teasing tone so close to his ear.

"But you know, Iwa-chan. Time is treasure, and money. I want to focus all my time on volleyball. If not, why could I still standing here?" Oikawa exhaled. Iwaizumi didn't say anything approving, but he let out a small, complacent hum.

"Well, I guess you're not wrong" Iwaizumi sighed, more helpless than in surrender. He wondered where Oikawa was. He didn't hear any other sounds around him, maybe Oikawa was at home. "But I mean, you need to balance your life too, Oikawa. I don't want to go to your funeral yet"

"It's okay, it's okay. Everything's fine, Iwa-chan" Oikawa boasted "Recently, I've improved my reaction speed to the ball from one second two to one second. Sooner or later I'll get to play oversea"

"You talk like a clock or something . It's awful" Iwaizumi said bluntly, and Oikawa let out a disgruntled cry. Iwaizumi could never understand it, but Oikawa once said that he liked the calculation, because he wanted everything to be perfect, and loved the feeling of the ball reaching the palm of his teammate in the right amount of time. He liked it, when everything was in order, his lips parted, counting the passing moments. One, two. A pass is two seconds. The jumping block is three seconds. Fast pass is one second five. "I remember when I was in high school I was influenced by you too. I kept counting one, two before I jumped. Not so much now, though"

"You can use that habit for many things Iwa-chan, in normal life, for example" Oikawa hummed. "Like the three-second, and five-second rule. Do you measure anything else like that?"

(If I want to touch him, Iwaizumi thought, so be it, just reach out)

(It's only three seconds)

"No, nothing," he lied. Oikawa fell silent, an invisible nod that both of them understood. Oikawa then tried to convince him of his habit of shopping for ready-to-eat food, the health benefits of a box of dried sardines, and told him to buy presents for their parents, the next time they would return to Miyagi.

(Not just three seconds anymore, Iwaizumi thought. It's thirteen hours now, do you have to be so far away from me?)

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Fall to your knees bring on the rapture

Blessed be the boys time can't capture

On film or between the sheets

I always fall from your window

To the pitch black streets

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They were sitting together in class, their desks by the windows, and when the glass is pulled aside they'll be able to have their own cherry blossom branch. The branch seemed to have grown in a different trajectory than the others, hanging down from the window of their third-floor classroom instead of floating in the pale blue sky like others. This was Oikawa's favorite lunch spot, Iwaizumi remembered. Though to him it was nothing more than a nuisance, as cherry blossoms always covered his lunch box.

"Not again!" Iwaizumi let out a disgruntled groan, clutching his head as a peach petal fell straight into his bowl of soup. It was springtime, and his mother had prepared a squash soup for him, which she said was perfect for this weather. Anyway, he couldn't eat it anymore now. "I'm so sick of this place"

"Sometimes we should just enjoy those small moments in life, Iwa-chan" said Oikawa intelligently—something Iwaizumi detested. "You'll miss this all later, when we're not here anymore"

Oikawa's statement made them both fall silent for a second, even though Iwaizumi knew it was just a frivolous but factual remark. They both knew what was coming, though both avoided it like a giant elephant in the room. They were in their final year, the college entrance exam is approaching, and then they would have to find their own way. Though it sounded shallow, Iwaizumi hated thinking about those things, about what school he's going to, where he's moving to, the things he often called "adult worries". He wanted his life to be just like it was then- only him and Oikawa, the volleyball team, school, dinner, and the desire to become stronger. Thinking that all of this would eventually end made him feel both frustrated and heartbroken, like a child who lost his favorite toy he was holding in his hand.

"Have you thought about where to go?" It was Oikawa who asked, ending the silence that hung between them. He knew Iwaizumi didn't want to stay in Japan- he said that Tokyo was too complicated to live in, and he didn't really want to continue his career as a volleyball player. As usual, Oikawa always knew what Iwaizumi was thinking. He wasn't sure why either.

"For the time being, I'm considering between California and Brazil, or Korea. They have a very good university program, and the scholarship amounts are also very high" Iwaizumi said. Oikawa replied with the sound of bread crumbling in his mouth. What is he, six years old? "But anyway, I want to choose the closest place to Japan. I also have to calculate how long it is from the airport to where I will live and which country is the easiest to issue a Visa"

"I mean, you can just go where you want. There's no need to think so much. If you want to go---- then just go" Oikawa explained calmly. A hand tapped on his chin, and Iwaizumi's eyes widened, as if surprised, before that expression slipped from his face. Looking calm, Iwaizumi shrugged.

"And what can guarantee that, there will be no risks if I just go where I want to go, without any consideration?"

Oikawa smiled. Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes, he didn't understand, couldn't understand. The midday sun shone on Oikawa's face, a glimmer of light, winding through the air.

"Because no matter where Iwa-chan is, I'll be there to find you whenever you need me"

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Surviving in California wasn't easy for Iwaizumi, even though he never wanted to admit it. After being encouraged by Oikawa that year, Iwaizumi decided to go to Irvine, and signed up for a small volleyball team while waiting for the results of his college entrance exams. At that time, everything was still easy. He lived in a small apartment, the window overlooking the street, watching the flow of people. His apartment was a five-minute bus ride and a ten-minute walk from the gym. Everyone was friendly to him, every Friday they would go to party at the restaurant just down the street. California was so similar but also so different from Japan, especially when you place Irvine next to the Miyagi. The night in Irvine was always alive, in a sense that wasn't very pleasant to him. How can one sleep in a city like this?

"You can never actually separate the night and day here" another Japanese guy on the team told Iwaizumi. Apparently his name is Takehito. "It's not easy to live here, Iwaizumi" Takehito said while packing things from his closet into his personal bag. He applied for leave to return home. "I'll just go back to Japan. My parents said it's okay, and everything will be fine. I'll give it a try there" then he gave Iwaizumi a rare smile "But one day, I hope I will see you on TV"

Iwaizumi found himself different from that moment, from the day Takehito returned home, until he received an invitation from Birtwistle University, for a scholarship to the athletic training department. But studying was no way easy, and Iwaizumi had to move from his tiny apartment with beautiful windows into the school dormitory in the city center. His classmates were not very friendly. They were taller, and harder to approach. They didn't try to talk to him. It took him twenty minutes to walk from the dormitory to the nearest restaurant. Weekends were no longer a concept to Iwaizumi, as he spent almost all of his time at the library, and the chatty calls between him and Oikawa dwindle before disappearing altogether. Currently, they only call when there was a need.

Suddenly, Iwaizumi realized how great the distance between them had became. He could no longer reach out and touch him, one, two, three, and his hand reached Oikawa, and Oikawa turned to smile at him, like a strip of spring sunshine. No, that had gone too far, and Oikawa was on the other side of the continent. There was no way Iwaizumi could reach out to touch him anymore. Not just three seconds. No more feeling the warmth of his flesh, like one reaching out to touch the sun. Just a palm filled with air.

"Iwaizumi-san" someone called out, causing him to flinch. Iwaizumi looked up, it was Ushijima. He looked even taller than when he was in high school, even though he was already something different from them then. He almost forgot they were at the park chatting after meeting Ushijima's father, not having time to regain his composure until the other handed him a can of Pocari sweat.

"You got heatstroke? Your face looks a bit tense" said Ushijima, very casually. Iwaizumi never thought he was that kind of caring person. "If you want, we can go home"

"I'm fine, thank you" Iwaizumi nodded politely and popped the lid of the can. Its sticky taste was so familiar, it made him smile a little. "In high school we used to drink this like it was water, so nostalgic"

"You're not wrong" replied Ushijima. It seemed that what Iwaizumi said also made him think a bit. "Miyagi sure is amazing"

Iwaizumi was silent, because the other was right. There was something about Miyagi that always held him back, even though he was an ocean, and twenty-two hours away. Relaxed days, without thinking about the worries of adults, a volleyball on his shoulder. Peach blossoms outside the window of their classroom in Aoba Johsai. His training shoes were lying next to Oikawa's, and they were sprawled on the floor, drenched in sweat. Oikawa reached out his hand to touch the sunlight as if it were something, and his face was disappointed as if he wanted to hold it tightly in his hand. Iwaizumi didn't know why he remembered that scene now. Oikawa's hand clenched, sunspots dancing across his face.

Iwaizumi realized he could never forget that face.

"Do you want to go back to Miyagi, Iwaizumi-san?"

---

I'm not passive but aggressive

Take note, it's not impressive

Empty your sadness

Like you're dumping your purse on my bedroom floor

We put your curse in reverse

---

They were sitting side by side in the shade of Kitagawa Daiichi High School's gym, and Iwaizumi remembered that at the time, Oikawa was crying. His face was flushed red, buried in the collar of his blue-white jacket with their middle school logo on it, his eyes puffy, tears streaking down his cheeks. Iwaizumi sighed, pulling out a handkerchief. He was already too used to this.

"Listen, everything's fine. We'll do better next year" Iwaizumi said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible, thrusting the towel into Oikawa's hand. With the stubborn expression still on, Oikawa blew his nose. "Shiratorizawa is strong, but they're just a team like us. Just practice and we can beat them. So stop crying, okay?"

"I can't accept it...." Oikawa sobbed, his face buried in the handkerchief  "Unacceptable....we practice until it's dark....every day.... only to lose..." He pouted "It's not fair"

"I know, I know" Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. He, honestly, didn't feel as miserable as Oikawa was feeling right now. I mean, last year they lost to Shiratorizawa too. The year before... and the year before that, as well. It was humiliating to think about, however, Iwaizumi didn't think he had the need to show it out like Oikawa, so he kept quiet. But Oikawa seemed to have something else in mind, so Iwaizumi saw him look up, his eyes shining like stars.

"Listen, Iwa-chan. Do you know what the summer solstice is?" Oikawa said. Seeing him shake his head, Oikawa let out a sigh.

"The summer solstice is the beginning of summer in the northern hemisphere. Which means it's the only day of the year where the day is longer than the night. It's the longest day of the summer" he explained, scrutinizing Iwaizumi's face. Eyes shining, it was hard to believe that Oikawa was in the ninth grade, the province's best second passer, and the captain of the Kitagawa Daiichi volleyball team. He looked just like a kid.

"That means, on this day we have more time to play volleyball, the longest day we can practice together in a year. So from now on, we will play volleyball a lot on that day, and then we'll get better. And then, we'll defeat Shiratorizawa, okay?"

(At that time, his way of thinking was only enough to deceive children. However, Iwaizumi still wanted to listen to him. He still wanted to believe)

"That's a good idea, Oikawa" Iwaizumi exhaled, grinning. Oikawa nodded.

"Then promise me, that we'll spend the summer solstice every year together. And we'll get stronger. We'll be the strongest pair in Japan!"

Oikawa held out his hand, and Iwaizumi waved it at him, a habit of theirs.

"I promise"

---

And it's our time now if you want it to be

Maul the world like a carnival bear set free

And your love is anemic and I can't believe

That you couldn't see it coming from me

---

"I can't make it this year" one day when Oikawa called him, Iwaizumi lied.

He didn't have to turn on the video mode to picture Oikawa's face right now. He must have been frozen in front of the phone, arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows furrowed stubbornly—the kind of Oikawa Tooru expression he used to make when he didn't get what he wanted. Then Iwaizumi would have to coax him with some reason that would be able convince Oikawa, hopefully, so that he would just let it go and forget about it. He was so used to this scenario.

"I have a particularly important test. You know, I'm in my fourth year, my final year. I can't miss any chance to graduate" he lied again, the words overlapping, he knew it was all a pathetic counter-measure. "That's why I'm not going back to Miyagi. But Ushiwaka will go, I guess"

"I don't care about Ushiwaka at all, are you crazy out of your mind??!" Oikawa hissed from the other end of the line in displeasure. His voice was shrill, filled with anger, and Iwaizumi understood why. "We already didn't come back last year, Iwa-chan. And the year before as well"

"What's the point of coming back there?" Iwaizumi sighed "We've been gone for four years anyway"

"Well, we should go back to watch this year's Seijou match against Shiratorizawa. Go back and have a beer with Mattsun and Makki. Go back, and have a surprise party to congratulate Yahaba on his promotion. Let's go home, back to our old practice room in Aoba Johsai, Iwa-chan" Oikawa explained. Iwaizumi admitted that all of the reasons Oikawa listed were valid, but he couldn't let himself give in.

"I'm so sorry, but I can't miss the exam this time He sighed. Somehow, Iwaizumi had a feeling that Oikawa didn't believe him. He always knew when he was lying, but despite that, Iwaizumi was still here. He really didn't want to see Oikawa. At least, not right now.

"I see" Oikawa hummed, then sank into a thoughtful, silent silence "It's just...."

"It's just that I feel like you're so far away from me, Iwa-chan"

Consciousness slammed into Iwaizumi like a bullet train, and he felt his hand freeze for a moment. No matter how much they both avoided it, despite the fact that they already knew it was true, Iwaizumi- like Oikawa- never wanted to admit, that their relationship wasn't what it used to be. They were different. They were adults, with adult worries, and Iwaizumi had forgotten how close Oikawa felt to him, as well as the love he had never expressed. He didn't want to say it, nor did he intend to say it. He just wanted to keep Oikawa there, close enough for Iwaizumi to see him, but far enough for Iwaizumi not to touch, to not need to touch him.

It was him who pushed Oikawa away, but as a natural reaction, he wished Oikawa would come closer to him, once again placing his hand on his forehead, laughing into his throat. As a natural reaction, he avoided Oikawa, but he was the one who craved him, more than anyone.

How ironic.

"Stop saying things like that"

"What?"

Iwaizumi was silent. His lips pursed.

"I don't want to hear you talk about such things anymore" Iwaizumi repeated. "Our relationship--- it's fine. We're grown-ups, Oikawa. We're not two eighteen years old anymore. We don't have to stick together all the time. So-- you don't have to, think about me so much. Just let--- let things be. I'm just one of them people in your life"

Deep down inside, Iwaizumi knew Oikawa wasn't wrong. He knew it all- about the short, awkward conversations, about the calls that dwindled and stopped altogether. Suddenly, Iwaizumi wondered how his old self would feel. If he went back in time, and told eighteen-year-old Iwaizumi that he didn't want to be Oikawa's best friend anymore, he would probably punch him in the mouth and call him an idiot. That's what Iwaizumi was, he was an idiot. He knew his eighteenth self would reach out to touch Oikawa and hold him tightly in his arms with all his might, but now, he wouldn't allow himself to do that anymore, wouldn't give himself the right to that anymore.

Oikawa didn't say anything. He hung up, and Iwaizumi couldn't reach him until a week later.

---

And sometimes I just wanna sit around and

Gaze at my shoes

And let your dirty sadness fill me up

Just like a balloon

---

They were sitting next to each other on Aoba Johsai's gym floor, it was the summer solstice of their senior year in high school. The two had been practicing all day, just like the promise they had made to each other, so Iwaizumi thought his poor back was falling to pieces as he collapsed onto the wooden floor. Oikawa was sitting up straight, thinking about something. He was always thinking about something, it was weird. Iwaizumi reached out, his fingertips touching Oikawa's shirt, the white and blue plaid uniform shirt worn over the years. At that time, Oikawa was still very close.

"What's wrong, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa asked with wide eyes. Outside the door, dusk was slowly falling, signaling the end of the longest day of summer, and also the beginning of summer.

Iwaizumi felt his mind relax at that thought.

"Nothing" he grinned, exhaling. He didn't even know why he was so happy. "Suddenly I feel happy because summer is coming"

"You've always liked summer, haven't you, like a child" Oikawa made an innocuous remark. Iwaizumi glanced at him, and Oikawa seemed to falter. "Okay, me too, fine, I'm sorry" the brunette exhaled, surrendering.

"But this summer is the last summer I'll be able to practice with Iwa-chan. It's sad to think about, to be honest"

Ever since they were two kids, Iwaizumi and Oikawa have always loved summer. Iwaizumi was born in June, a month before Oikawa, so his mother made a joke that they were the children of summer. Iwaizumi remembered that they were both very proud of that, a childish pride. But for him and Oikawa, summer is the season of freedom, no school, no homework, the sun is always overhead and a big field with a ball for them to play freely. Summer is the season to rest and do what they want, the blue on the back of Oikawa's shirt when he jumps for a serve, the sticky taste of Pocari sweat dripping down their throat, Oikawa's hand holding his, sweaty, but never letting go. It is often said that high school is the spring of life, although Iwaizumi still stubbornly believed that it should be summer.

"That's not wrong" Iwaizumi exhaled. "We trained really hard today, anyway. Even though I don't think we'll ever face Ushiwaka again" he pretended to stick his tongue out, shaking his head. At the thought of that name, Iwaizumi was bored to the core. They had haunted each other for years now, it was finally time to let go.

"Actually... that's why we don't need to practice today. But for some reason I still wanted to call you over"

"You're too cheesy" Iwaizumi laughed. The setting sun poured into the gym, licking his shins.

Oikawa did not answer. Iwaizumi jerked his head up when he didn't hear him reply, with a laugh, or perhaps an exclamation, as his talkative nature often did. But nothing came. Oikawa said nothing, and when Iwaizumi tilted his head to look at him, he saw that Oikawa's face was red.

(Don't say anything, he thought. Please don't)

"Perhaps because...." Oikawa hesitated. But then he squeezed his hand, his eyes wavering.

(With each summer, you'll get further and further away from me, thought Iwaizumi. So don't say anything. You know that's better for both of us)

"Perhaps because today is the longest day of the year, that I can be with Iwa-chan" continued Oikawa. His eyes filled with tears, like that day when he cried after the loss, and Iwaizumi comforted him, the day they made that promise. A promise for the summer solstice, a handshake at dusk, a handkerchief, a smile. Iwaizumi remembered those things as clearly as if it were yesterday.

"One day in a year may sound like a big deal, but compared to our whole life, it's merely a second" Oikawa laughed. "So if it's just for a second, can you stay with me?"

---

On the summer solstice of 2023, Iwaizumi did not go to class.

The previous call between him and Oikawa kept Iwaizumi miserable for a week, as he deserved. He tried calling him many times but couldn't, all his messages went straight to voicemail. No calls from Matsukawa and Hanamaki- maybe Oikawa didn't tell them. He spent his days buried in blankets and survived on fast food and water. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound he could hear these days. Looked like his utility bill will increase. Iwaizumi couldn't care less. He deserved it.

The clock showed nine o'clock in the morning. Iwaizumi turned on his phone, realizing that today was the summer solstice, he had almost forgotten about it. June twenty-two, the text on his screen appeared. He sighed heavily, and was actually about to go back to his sleep, until someone knocked on his door.

"The utility bill isn't due today" Iwaizumi called out, his voice slurred, tired. Damn, he hated this dorm.

There was silence on the other side of the door. And then, Iwaizumi's eyes widened.

"If you don't open this door, Iwa-chan" the voice said, "I swear, quite seriously, that I'll kill you"

And in the end

I'd do it all again

I think you're my best friend

Don't you know that the kids aren't al, kids aren't alright?

It was like a shock, and suddenly, all the sounds in the world seemed to have returned to him, crashing into Iwaizumi's room like a giant storm. The sound of the city, the music outside the window, his TV crackling, his heart pounding. Iwa-chan. Its tone was painfully familiar, nostalgia exploding and rattling in his chest like a chemical reaction. Iwaizumi mumbled, getting out of the blankets and crawling up, heading for the door. His hand was cold when he placed it on the doorknob, and for a minute he wondered what it would be like if he hadn't opened it. But he knew this time, he had to do the right thing after all the mistakes, so---

(Three seconds, only three seconds)

Oikawa's arms wrapping around him, and the scent of shampoo in his hair smelled like cherry blossoms, his body warm, his shoulders lightly shook as they collided. Oikawa was like a hurricane hitting right in his little room, and it really scared the hell out of Iwaizumi with what all this could do, but at the same time he thought he'd never been so happy. Turned out that's all it took. It only took three seconds to reach him, three seconds for his mouth to open and call "Oikawa!", three seconds to dial the phone, thirteen hours to get to Buenos Aires. That's all, but he didn't do it, never had the courage to do it. Perhaps he was never as brave as he thought.

(If I want to touch him, then I would just reach out my hand like I'm touching the sun, reach out for three seconds)

"Iwa-chan" Oikawa, just like his memories of that year, bursted into tears on his shoulder. His hair was shorter, and he was taller too, sturdier, tanned and certainly more handsome than the last time they'd seen each other three years ago. But in his eyes Oikawa would always be just Oikawa, he was Kitagawa Daiichi's Oikawa with the blue uniform, Aoba Johsai's Oikawa with the jade teal flag on his back and the crown on his head, the Oikawa who had always reached out to him.

I'll be yours

When it rains it pours

Stay thirsty like before

Don't you know that the kids aren't al, kids aren't alright?

"Iwa-chan, I've been thinking a lot about what you said. About us becoming adults, about how we don't need to stick together all the time. I asked my mom about it and she said you'r enot wrong" Oikawa said. Iwaizumi brushed the wet hair from his cheeks. "But, I still don't want to accept it. I thought about it, and I realized that one day a year isn't enough. So, can't you stay with me for the rest of our life?" He sobbed "You said that you're just another person in my life, but I don't think so, I don't allow, will never allow you to say that. Iwa-chan to me, is the most important person, the bearer of the warmth that is warmer than anyone, the one who holds me tighter than anyone, so you can't say that, you can't ever say that, understood?"

With just those questions, Iwaizumi allowed himself to pull Oikawa closer. This time, he allowed himself to hold him in his arms, the gap he had tried to fill but never dared to. This time, he allowed himself to smile. Suddenly he remembered that last summer solstice of high school when he and Oikawa were sitting next to each other in the gym, and neither of them wanted to go home. They ended up sleeping there too, only to be scolded by their parents the next day. So childish.

"I promise," he said, his voice echoing from the past. "But, I also want you to know that I love you. And that's why I've been avoiding this since forever. So if anything happens, it's your fault" Iwaizumi said nonchalantly, though his face was red, deliberately ignoring the fact that he had just confessed his love so blatantly.

"Fine, Iwa-chan" Oikawa laughed. And then Iwaizumi suddenly felt so relieved, to be able to hold the summer of his life.

---

(Iwaizumi realized that "I love you" only takes three seconds to say.)

[petitprincess1]

I got tagged in a "name 7 comfort films" by @amarynthian-fortress! Thank you so much! Gonna start a new one, so people don't have to scroll for so long.

Lion King

Forrest Gump

Lilo and Stitch

Truman Show

Bluey (I know it's not a movie, but it's my comfort dangit TwT)

Beauty and The Beast (1991)

Klaus

(One more cuz why not) 50 First Dates

And the 7 ppl I'll tag (don't have to do it, if you don't wish to): @vaggatha @cherry-aqua-blossom @spiderdiva @firecrackerhh @nympippi @juniemunie @cranberry086 and whoever else wants to participate.