#I saw a hoodie with cat ears for sale and thought it was the most adorable thing

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Asmo: MC, I noticed you love wearing that hoodie but you never actually have the hood up.

Mammon: Oh yeah, I don't think I've ever seen ya fully wear that.

MC: Do you want me to put it on?

Everyone: *nods*

MC: *puts it on and everyone sees it has cat ears on it*

All 11 of them: *collectively die from cuteness*

Luke: Wha-

MC: That's why I don't use it up, it holds too much power...

Luke: *speechless*

MC: Anyway, wanna get a matching one? 😊

Luke: ...

Yes, please.

[jjuzoir]

Random Kageyama Tobio HCS

Word Count: 1851

Warnings: just... me being in love with a m*n other than masumi 😔 also! these are my headcanons as in,,, what i personally i think he’d be like ‼️ also me projecting my ideal man into him (as if he wasn’t it already 😋)

A/N: i... i love tobio so much it’s literally unreal... i couldn’t wait for a request (i’m still working on the remaining 4 too lolol) so take me projecting my love for tobio >:(

— Kageyama normally wears loose fitting clothes or athletic-style clothing. His favorite go to outfits tends to be a loose tee, some loose pants with an obnoxious Nike logo he swears are super cool but look like two garbage bags sewed together, and running shoes. Throw a hoodie in there for colder weather, even then he still manages to look good.

— He takes very good care of his hair, like freaky good care, because of Miwa. Once she enrolled in cosmetology school and she saw Kageyama use the same baby shampoo from when they were kids she freaked out (if she’d been any later he’d start using 3-in-1) and chewed his ear off about hair care. His hair is super shiny and there’s literally no freeze, he uses nice smelling shampoo and conditioner too. Ugh, I love him.

— He has a very sensitive nose but it gets clogged easily so he doesn’t notice much unless it miraculously unclogs itself and he’s complaining about everything.

— “Eh! Hinata, why’d you smell like a fucking axe bottle?!” “Why does no one say anything about Tsukishima smelling like strawberries?” “Yamaguchi smells like... milk.” “Hah?! Sugawara smells bad-?!”

— He says he’s a picky eater to appear cool but as long as you don’t say what’s in the food he’ll down it. He’ll say he doesn’t like carrots but if you give him a salad with carrots he might even say “it’s the best salad he’s ever had”.

— He’s a hot sleeper, and not in the “oh he’s sexy” type of way. I’m talking, he’ll sweat buckets if he sleeps with anything other than a flimsy white t-shirt and his underwear.

— Might be me projecting my love for bunny teeth but he has bunny teeth, his front teeth are a bit bigger than average (not to the point it’s super noticeable but it’s still something Miwa teased him about), his aunties probably squeezed his cheeks and called him “baby bunny” when he was younger.

— He doesn’t go to sleep later than 9PM, he thinks if he does it’ll ruin his schedule (which it will) and fuck up his body - he’s seen Miwa screw up hers after she pulled a bunch of all nighters in her third year in high school and has been afraid since.

— The type to forget people were coming over and come out of his room shirtless asking for his clean underwear.

— His sister forced him to let her cut and style his hair which led to many questionable hairstyles. Tsukishima is genuinely so grateful to Miwa, especially when she was first starting - he’s got some pictures of Tobio with the shortest most embarrassing bangs ever saved in his phone in a file for blackmail if the need for it ever presented itself.

— Likes pissing people off on purpose sometimes, during one of the training camps he probably walked into the bath with socks on and was made fun of but out of spite he just… never took them off. Said he’d done it on purpose and all too. Tanaka cried out of fear for like a hot minute when he saw him standing under the shower with Iron Man socks on.

— He’s so petty too, if you make fun of him for messing up he’ll remember until you embarrass yourself to make fun of you. And when I say he remembers, I mean it - he can’t for his life remember when to use make and do in english but he remembers when Hinata made fun of him for wearing different socks back on their first year and yes he will bring it up on their second year when he did the same thing what are you going to do about it?

— Probably got scouted for a modeling agency once and began running away because he thought they were trying to kidnap him.

— If he had Tiktok… he would’ve gone viral after posting a video of him practicing, he posted for a while for fun and to flex on people that he was hot but then he saw a comment saying they wanted to drink his milk under a video of him drinking milk and he deleted his account, he can’t buy from that brand for a while.

— He’s got a video of a gorilla walking in two legs saved on his phone for when he’s feeling down and watches it whenever he’s not going well. People think he’s texting his S/O but no, he’s just watching a gorilla walk like minecraft Steve.

— He can’t pose for pictures to save his life, his default pose is an NPC stance with his arms stiffly hanging down and his eyes wide in surprise, don’t ask him to smile or else he will look like a serial killer.

— He’s got a bit of baby fat on his cheeks that won’t disappear no matter what. It’s become a pre-game ritual to pinch his cheeks. He’s also got dimples you can really only see when he smiles naturally but he doesn’t know and he’d get shy if he knew and try covering his face so don’t tell him, that’s a fact he told me so himself.

— Cannot dance to save his life. He’s so long (?) his limb control is non-existent, it appears in game and vanishes when he steps out of the court. He really just bounces on his heels and moves his arms like a t-rex, don’t ask more of him.

— Buys his clothes one size bigger just in case and Miwa teases him saying he’ll need them when he gets old and fat.

— Gets asked out often but always rejects, then has the audacity to complain he’s never dated anyone like he hasn’t turned down half of the school's population.

— Can’t sing. He’s got a nice speaking voice but ask him to sing and he’s out of tone, out of sync, out of breath, and out of the room in 5 seconds.

— Sugawara joked about having him singing as his alarm clock and Kageyama actually believed him, probably sent him a new recording as a gift after he annoyed him during practice.

— Surprisingly funny when he wants to but most jokes fly over people’s heads since he seems so serious most of the time, it annoys him to no end. Yachi still struggles differentiating when he is and isn’t joking because his tone literally doesn’t change at all and she doesn’t want to offend him.

— When he was younger he liked to collect rocks, not even the pretty ones he’d pick the most average, raggedy rocks off the ground and clean them up and tuck them to bed because he saw Miwa play with her barbies like that. Still owns his first rock, he named it “Johnson” after Dwayne Johnson, aka the rock (he’s had to explain it so many times he’s exhausted).

— Accidentally drank expired milk once and didn’t notice until his stomach began hurting and he thought he became lactose intolerant and he was inconsolable for days until he realized it had expired like a month ago - he went on a milk shopping spree and the milk sales that week saw a 20% rise from the last few months.

— Tobio had bad handwriting until he was in Junior High because his teachers couldn’t understand him and had him practice calligraphy, his handwriting is now one of the prettiest ones in the team and he’s the official inker of the VBC posters (as designated by Goddess Yachi Hitoka herself).

— His biggest fear for a long time was getting eaten by piranhas because he saw it happen so often in cartoon shows he genuinely thought it was going to be a bigger deal than it turned out to be but for like a solid 6 years of his life he avoided suspicions puddles just in case.

— Kageyama has a habit of rolling and unrolling his sleeves when he’s deep in thought, it soon made way to a habit of checking his wrist watch (he absolutely has a wrist watch, you cannot change my mind on that) but not actually reading it.

— His nails are very pretty, like most setters, he takes very good care of them. They’re filed down to a perfect length and he puts oils and creams, his hands in general are so nice. He takes a lot of pride in them, you know his cuticles are pushed back and trimmed and he could absolutely be a hand model. Kags’ hands are calloused, he’s a volleyball player of course they are, but it’s not to the extent of Ushijima or Daichi’s hands.

— Talking about hands, it’s probably one of his favorite features on people. He loves holding hands with his S/O and tracing the wrinkles in their palm, being able to interlock fingers with them and feel the bumps in them.

— Mumbles to himself when in thought too! Very nonsensical if you’re not informed on what he’s thinking about, if he’s thinking about you he’ll mumble your name or something like “pretty eyes”.

— Has a very healthy diet, like extremely healthy and thought out. He won’t eat anything too sugary or that could throw off his body, but he does have cheat days (which are rare but exist). He also doesn’t drink much soda or alcohol (once he’s of age).

— Things like smoking are a big no, he takes so much care of his body he wouldn’t even touch a cigarette or be near a smoking area, lowkey paranoid of ingesting the smoke too.

— When he’s older I can see him having a dog and a cat, the dog would be a big dog; if they stood on two paws it’d be the same height as you, he’d name or something like Tobias and think he was super clever and funny, the cat would probably a small cat he’d name Milk (it probably would be a black cat too but he does not care).

— Probably tried baby formula because he heard it was a substitute for breast milk. No further comments on this.

— I feel like he doesn’t listen to music, but if he had to choose something he’d pick instrumental music - not orchestral music or anything like that - but more of a chill, no deep meaning just guitar and piano track. I could see him listening to Shego Sekito or Joe Hisashi on occasion, he might even listen to some 2000’s pop if he wants something to pump him up during training (he works out to Brittney Spears’ “Womanizer”).

— A cuddle-bug when he’s sleepy, he’ll throw himself across his S/O and not move at all, he just wants to stay there and not move ever again (or at least until he’s not feeling like passing out). He’ll like to wrap himself around them and cuddle their neck, he’ll attach himself to their arm like it’s a lifeline.

— In other words, Kageyama Tobio… b-boyfriend material.

[jayankles]

The Cat’s Out of the Bag

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Platonic), Eventual Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1361

Warning: partying, mentions of sex

Written for: @spndeanbingo, @spngenrebingo, @goodthingshappenbingo, @spnonewordbingo, @spnfluffbingo, @samwinchesterbingo @spnquotebingo

Squares Filled: Roommates AU, College AU, Big Sweaters, Brother, Roommates Brother, Standford!Sam, free space (“close your mouth, sweetie, you’ll catch flies.”)

Sighing, you took a look around the state of your apartment, or a pig sty you referred to in this moment. You almost whined at how much work you were going to have to do today. When it came to parties, you and your roommate always seemed to forget about the aftermath of the greatness that came the night before.

After smacking your head on the wall a few times, you snapped out of your stupor and headed back to your room, this was definitely a moment for your cleaning playlist. Unfortunately, you still hadn’t made one yet so you would have to stick to shuffle for now. As much as you wanted to leave this place as it was, you knew you couldn’t. It would absolutely drive you crazy,you would much rather get the cleaning over and done with, you could clean this shit hole before anyone even thought about coming over. 

Pressing the play button, you started with your bed, stripping off the sheets and throwing them into the laundry basket. One job down, another 20 or so to go. You picked up all the red cups,throwing them into the trash bag, as many as you could carry. Scattered everywhere was popcorn kernels, candy wrappers, and - you almost puked when you saw it but a condom wrapper; not pleasant at all.

That was your bedroom cleaned, finished in a record time of six and a half songs. You couldn’t wait to find out what joys and pleasures awaited you on the other side of that door. You were not disappointed when you found Dean sprawled out on the floor, drinks spilt, more chaos than what was in your room. It was time to put in some earbuds and have the music blasting in your ears. It was better than to wake Dean and have him in one of his moods, you knew better than to wake him when he had a night like last night.

Weaving your way around Dean, you cleaned up as much as you could. More cups, more trash, even squashed and crushed food, it was just more of everything, you started to feel sorry for all the cleaners and janitors at the school. When you finally finished, you sighed in relief, it was the last time in a long time that the two of you held a party in your dorm. Thankfully, you didn’t find any other people in your apartment.

After taking a shower, you put on a pair of leggings, your most comfortable pair, a tank top then went in search for the piece of clothing that you desired the most. His huge sweater, the one with the enormous hood, the one that drowns you every time you wear it. You knew exactly where to find it; in the clean laundry basket hidden away in the back of your closet to hide from the guests, hopefully no one rummaged around in there and took anything. You would have to kill someone if anyone messed with that hoodie. Yes! Right where you left it the night before. Immediately, you pulled it over your head and let it fall, the hem of it grazing the top of your knees.

“Morning, sleepy head.” You said as you walked out of your room, seeing Dean up and rapidly blinking before he rubbed the sleep from them. “Don’t worry, there is a coffee coming and when you get the stench of alcohol off of you we can go to that cafe, you know, the one with that waitress you like.”

“Awesome.” He murmured coarsely, loaded with sleep still. Taking the coffee from you, he nodded his thanks. “Give me twenty minutes and we’ll leave. Nice sweater, by the way.”

“Shut up and get a move on, I’m ready for something extremely greasy. Especially after the stunt you pulled last night.” Of course, he hadn’t really done anything other than continuously drink and pass out but it was fun to watch him writhe, trying to figure out what he had done.

“Thank you, Donna.” You smiled at the waitress, Dean practically gawking at her as she took your order and walked away to give it to the chef. “You know, you should just ask her out.”

“I couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t want to leave you, that’s just not fair to you, Y/L/N.”

You feigned a loving smile but you knew exactly what was happening. “Oh dear, is the great Dean Winchester scared?”

He scoffed, pulling an ‘as if’ face, Dean leaned back in his seat, he knew you were right, he had to distract you, get the subject off of his and onto you. His eyes lit up, he had the perfect distraction. “Why don’t you ask out your own crush, huh?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” You winked at him. “Besides, it’s just a comfy jumper. I’d wear one of yours but you’re selfish.”

It was then that Donna placed your order down, your favourite condiments on the side. You ate happily, doing a little dance as you shoveled in your food, an overloaded fork at a time. You discussed the party last night, leaving a few parts out mostly because you couldn’t remember but really they just didn’t feel like important details .

You loved these moments with Dean, even though you lived together, you barely had anytime to just relax and spend your time enjoying his company. But it was too short lived as you completely gobbled up every piece of your food, definitely worth every penny.

Pulling your wallet out of your purse, you called over Donna so you could pay the bill and leave a tip. “Oh yeah forgot to tell you that your brother is hot shit. I’d definitely fuck him… is that what you were looking for?”

You saw him cringe, it was the reaction you were looking for but it cost you revealing to your roommate that you liked his brother a little too much.

“A, that’s fucking disgusting and two, you’re welcome.” His disgusted face changed into a smirk as he sat forward, crossing his arms in front of him on the table after he had pinched a blueberry from his plate and popped it into his mouth.

“What are you talking about, ‘you’re welcome.’” You mimicked him in a ridiculous deeper voice. But you saw him pointing over your shoulder. Shit. You knew that look and you hated it, especially when you were on the wrong end of it. He had fucked you over this time and you had no idea why, what or who until you spun around on your heels, finding Sam fucking Winchester with a soft smile on his face.

“Well that was a nice hello. You, wearing my sweatshirt and confessing that you think I'm hot amongst other things.” He shyly looked you up and down before taking his bottom lips in between his teeth.

“Yes ma’am.” Dean answered sulkily, he grabbed his jacket and headed out with his brother.

A few moments after the Winchester brothers did, you exited the cafe, failing to hide your smile. “When you get a call or text from the hot waitress… you’re welcome.”

You took a moment to breathe and decided it was now or never. Strutting up to Sam, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to your height, your lips colliding in a bruising kiss. You felt him smile against your lips and soon after, he kissed you with a little more force. A moment later, you heard Dean cough behind you. You figured it was time to break apart.

“I missed you.” You whispered, just loud enough for Sam to hear. Your hands trail from his neck to his hips, holding him close. Sam pressed his forehead to yours, his huge hands cupping your cheeks.

“Missed you too, it’s been too long.”

When you turned around to see Dean with a gobsmacked look on his face. “Close your mouth, sweetie, you’ll catch flies.” You smirked when your hand closed his mouth for him. “I’m gonna smash your brother, you need to find somewhere to be other than the apartment, bye.”

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Sorry...it’s long. Again. These two smh. 

Day 5 - Memories

Kaidan kept the memory close to his heart, cherished it like nothing else. He’d brought it out so many times, it was like a favorite book. One whose pages were worn with the printed words inside it smudged, spine bent and creased, the cover’s edges tattered and fraying. Yet, you still continued to read it, fixing it up every so often because you couldn’t bear to part with it.

He’d been back in Vancouver with a rare weekend off, had decided to get off base for awhile. His parents owned a condo overlooking English Bay, just on the outskirts of town. It was there he went to get away, to unwind, just be himself instead of his parent’s only son or an Alliance soldier. A rare opportunity. If he’d only known then what that truly meant.

Exhausted from the latest deployment and the usual crack-of-dawn early morning routine, Kaidan slept in Saturday morning. Taking a rare moment to indulge himself, he stayed cocooned under the thick down quilt, eyes closed against the sunlight trying to steal its way between the curtains.

The air in the room was cool, the temperature having dipped overnight. Because of his biotics and always feeling too hot, he loved when the air turned cooler as he felt more comfortable in his own skin. But right now, he was warm and cozy against the chill in the air.

Finally deciding that if he didn’t get up, he’d lay in bed all day, Kaidan swung his body out from under the covers, stretching his upper body towards the ceiling to work out the kinks. The Alliance beds were hard and this bed was not. His body wasn’t used to this luxury anymore.

Walking to the window and parting the curtains, wincing against the sunlight, he saw that already clouds were moving in on the horizon, though still a good bit away. In Vancouver, grey clouds were as common and usually meant rain of some degree was on its way. That likely meant a migraine would be in his near future, how bad he wouldn’t know until it hit him.

For now though, the sky was blue and the clouds were large, white and fluffy. He’d take advantage of it.

Rubbing a hand through his mussed curls, a cup of coffee was first on his agenda. Everything else could wait. While it brewed, he fixed himself some food. Coffee pot chiming that it was done, he stirred a couple packets of sugar in the hot liquid, grabbed his plate of eggs, bacon and toast and went to enjoy breakfast on the balcony with a view of the English Bay.

He could get used to this. Maybe someday, when his career in the Alliance was done. In the meantime, he knew he had it to come back to when time permitted. Someplace quiet with a beautiful view. There was the orchard as well but here he could spend a little time alone and just recharge.

Checking the weather app on his phone, he dressed in a pair of jeans, old leather boots, a long sleeved T and his Alliance hoodie. Downtown was brimming with bookstores, museums, cafes and restaurants with every type of food imaginable. Having no specific plan, he’d just see where his feet took him and enjoy the day for what it was.

Getting close to the holidays, downtown was busy. People rushed by him in a hurry to get that one specific present or run errands before work pulled them away again. In contrast, Kaidan walked leisurely, hands in his pockets, enjoying himself. It was louder and more crowded than he generally liked but just the chance to get away for awhile made it more bearable.

A sign up ahead advertised books for sale, new and secondhand. He loved to read, though lately just never had enough time. An occasional brief opportunity presented itself while on deployment but with little room to spare, books were read on his omni-tool. The smell of the pages of a real book, the feel of it in his hands...well, nothing could compare to that.

Bells overhead signaled his arrival but no one greeted him. Murmured voices could be heard in the back, so Kaidan figured the owner was likely busy with a customer. The store was quaint, tiny, bookshelves covered in books of all kinds, top to bottom - overloaded actually. It was a booklover’s paradise. Comfy chairs, knitted colorful throws, soft pillows decorated reading nooks for those who wished to partake of a good book in a comfortable setting.

A soft meow had him glancing down. A large Maine Coon wrapped itself around his legs, purring loudly. Squatting down, Kaidan ran his hand over the soft fur, coming back to scratch the cat behind the ears. The purr intensified and he could feel it vibrate against his fingers.

“Whisky, stop bothering the customers.” The words were spoken with exasperation laced by an obvious love.

Looking up, Kaidan’s eyes met those of who must be the owner. “It’s okay. I like animals. He’s a beautiful cat. I love his name, too.”

Eyes sparkling with humor, the woman smiled, “He is beautiful and of course, he knows it, which makes him insufferable. He got into a shot of my whisky when he was a kitten. Hence, the name.” Ignoring Whisky’s answering meow, her head tilted in question, “Anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“No, not really. Just thought I’d browse, see what catches my eye.”

“Okay, then. Enjoy your search. I’ll be here...or somewhere...if you have questions.” With her customer pitch out of the way, she took off again.

Breathing in the scent of all these books mingled with the pleasant smell of fragrant incense, Kaidan wandered down the aisles. He wasn’t even sure if he’d buy anything but he felt at peace here, calm and unhurried. It was a nice change. A few other customers moved out of the way as he passed, a shared look and smile, a few nodding when they saw his jacket. One women reached out and shook his hand, whispering, “Thank you for your service.” He was never quite sure what to do with that, usually just nodding in response. It was just his job, nothing more.

As his eyes traveled over a bookcase, he spotted a title he was familiar with, though hadn’t read yet. It was among many by the same title but the condition of one particular caught his interest. The book was older, hardback, and in excellent condition. He had to open it up and look inside. Reaching for it, he was distracted by a noise and turned away. His hand met resistance and Kaidan looked back to see two hands on the spine of the same book, one of them his.

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who was interested in The Count of Monte Cristo.

A deep, husky voice spoke, breath ghosting across his ear, making him shiver. Turning, his breath caught as he encountered intense, vivid blue eyes crinkled at the corners. Not even realizing what he was doing, his eyes traveled lower as the man continued to talk, watching full lips move with every word. They tipped up in a smile. “Anyone home?”

Startled back to himself, Kaidan could feel a blush creeping up his neck, turning his face red. Caught in the act of staring, he wasn’t sure what to say. “I...uh, yeah. Sorry.”

His hand dropped loosely to his side. Disappointment etched his features as the book made its way into the other man’s hands. He tried, but didn’t quite succeed, in keeping the sigh from slipping between his lips. Those brilliant blue eyes looked back at his, “You really wanted this book, huh? I have to admit, it’s not every day I find someone who’s interested in the same book I am. In fact, most of the people I’m around don’t bother to read at all, unless it’s manuals. Apparently, you do.”

“I love to read. I just rarely have the time.”

Blue eyes studied the Alliance hoodie, eyebrows raising in surprise. “Alliance soldier, huh? Yeah, any downtime is rare.”

Kaidan smiled, “It is. I do manage to fit in an occasional few minutes here and there. Space is also limited on deployment, so I read mostly on my omni-tool. I much prefer holding the real thing.”

They talked for awhile, discussing their preferences of books, the pros and cons of digital versus real. Kaidan couldn’t remember when he’d connected with someone so quickly or when he’d felt so at ease. His awkwardness was well known among the soldiers he worked alongside.

“Well, I really need to get going. It was nice talking to you, Kaidan.”

“You too, John. Nice to find someone who enjoys books as much as I do.” Glancing at the book in John’s hand, Kaidan smiled. At least it would have a good home. “Enjoy your book.”

The other man slung his leather jacket, red stripes on the sleeves, across his shoulder and turned to go. Kaidan admired his well built body, black T hugging well defined muscles. Just in case, he willed his eyes to stay topside. Didn’t want to get caught staring again. Good thing too, as John turned slightly back, calling over his shoulder, “I will.” Eyes straying to the Alliance emblem, he added, “Good luck out there.” And then he was gone.

Browsing for a little while longer, Kaidan couldn’t find anything else that really caught his interest. Besides, it was about time for lunch. At least, that’s what his stomach was telling him as it growled quietly. Turning to leave, he smiled at the owner, telling her, “Wonderful store. When I’m back in town, I’ll visit again.”

“Would love to have you back! By the way, that man that you were talking to earlier? He left something here for you.”

Kaidan’s brow furrowed in confusion as she set a paper bag on the counter. Reaching inside, he pulled out a familiar book. A brilliant smile lit up his face. The Count of Monte Cristo. A random stranger, someone he’d never see again, had just given him the best gift he’d ever received.

To chance encounters in a book store.  Enjoy the book, Kaidan.  Maybe someday we’ll meet again and you can tell me how it was. -- John

[imagine-the-matsunos]

accidental confessions from the matsu bros? like lets say that their crush's doing something really cute or just being there for them and supporting them and they just subconsciously say "i love you" if that makes sense??

Hey so uh it’s been a while… Don’t really have an excuse, just laziness plus all three mods are in college now. I plan to write hopefully one every week now that season 2 is coming up in just 2 months! So yeah, enjoy and hopefully I can get stuff out semi consistently!

~Mod Jyushi

You waited anxiously for Osomatsu to return from the pachinko parlor. He had been out nearly every day playing all day from the moment he woke up to the late hours of the night. You were starting to get ticked off that he almost seemed to be avoiding you. You attempted to go to the parlor and when he saw you he ran off elsewhere. You hadn’t minded at first, since you knew he loved pachinko, but his attempts to avoid you hurt a lot. Finally one day you caught him before he could get away.

“Osomatsu! What’s your problem?!” You demanded.

“Huh? W-what are you talking about?” He stuttered, fluster evident in his voice.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about! Why have you been avoiding me?” You asked.

You felt tears sting the edges of your eyes, letting all your anger out from the past week. You started to ramble, words pouring out of your mouth, not really paying attention to what you were saying. At last, Osomatsu stopped you.

“Alright, I’ll tell you why! I wasn’t avoiding you necessarily, I just wanted to take you on a date!” He shouted over you.

That made you stop and stare at him, eyes wide and a small blush on both your faces.

“You…what?” You asked, flabbergasted.  

“I wanted to take you on a date and played pachinko to get the money,” He said.

Now you felt like a total jerk. Your stomach ached at your rudeness and you felt like crying. You apologized profusely, but Osomatsu stopped you.

“No, I get it, I messed up by trying to avoid you. So I’m sorry for that,” he said, “but will you still go on a date with me?” 

You hesitated for only a moment, but quickly agreed, smiling from ear to ear.

Karamatsu was taking a shower and you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone. You happened to go to his house often, and would sometimes find that he was in there. When you did come over at those times, you heard him singing loudly, which you doubted he knew that you heard. Normally, you’d block it out, but you happened to hear your name in between his mouth guitar solos. You quieted yourself and leaned closer towards the bathroom. The splashes of water could be heard as he stopped singing for a moment. You thought he was probably about to get out and get dressed, but you heard him talk once more, this time quieter. You had to place your ear against the wall to hear him better. Once you did, you heard him pouring his heart out about you. A shocked expression crossed your face as you realized he was practicing confessing to you. You zoned out as you thought about how much heart and soul you could hear as he spoke about you, and soon after Karamatsu walked out and saw you leaning against the wall, staring off into space. He called your name, but you didn’t respond until he shook your shoulder. You squeaked before looking at him, slightly confused as to how he was standing next to you. As you regained your composure, you looked at him with a slight blush across your features. You steeled yourself and told him that you heard his confession, and that you accepted his feelings. His first response was panic as he apologized for no reason, but stopped when he realized you felt the same way. His face lit up and questioned if you were serious. “Dead serious,” you said as you quickly pecked his lips.

You and Choromatsu were waiting in line together, outside one of Nyaa-chan’s concerts. This was one of her final stops before leaving Japan for almost a year, so you decided to go with Choromatsu who may or may not have begged you to come with him. Your legs were starting to ache as you’d been standing in line for nearly 7 hours now. To your relief, the line was finally starting to move, and because you had come so early, you were near the front. You gave the ticket taker yours and Choromatsu’s tickets and walked into the big concert hall. You gazed up around at just how tall this place was.

“This place is huge Choroma-” You said as you looked down only to find the man in green had disappeared from your side. You looked around, trying to spot his bright green hoodie and pink Nyaa-chan hat, but no luck. You sighed, but you’d almost expected this, so you walked around the venue, checking out the merch on sale. A large glittery sign on one of the tables caught your eye. Win a Special Edition Nyaa-chan figurine! was written in pink, with a Nyaa-chan figurine as big as your torso and a small bingo cage set beside it. You eyed the peculiar set up and soon the vendor spotted you. He said a little spiel about his booth, and said for $5 if you could guess the exact number rolled from the bingo cage you can get the Nyaa-chan figurine. You thought it was pretty dumb, since being able to guess the exact number is pretty difficult to do, but the thought of getting it for Choromatsu outweighed the thought. You dished out $20 and decided if you didn’t get it in these four tries, you’d just walk away. The vendor greedily snatched the money and began rolling the small cage a little too roughly. He asked what your first number was, still spinning the cage. You thought for a second and said, “N35.” He stopped the cage and grabbed the first ball, “N43, too bad, just a little off” he said almost mockingly. You glared at him and said “I16.” He rolled again for another good 15 seconds and pulled out the second ball. “O68,” he snarked. You were getting pissed at this guy, as you could easily tell he was enjoying conning you out of your money. He spun it for even longer, and you shouted “B12!” He smirked, and grabbed the ball and was about to read it when his face fell. He quickly read the ball, “B14″ before he quickly went to put it back in, but in his haste dropped the ball. It rolled in an almost perfect way that the number faced you, reading B12. You grabbed the ball and shouted in excitement and to rub it in the vendor’s face. He looked like he was about to try something when suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Choromatsu standing there.  

“I GOT YOU THE FIGURINE!” You screamed, both over the chatter of the venue and in pure ecstasy for winning the prize. Choromatsu stared at you for a second before noticing the giant Nyaa-chan behind you.

“You won this?!” He stared at you in disbelief. You nodded vigorously. He gawked for a few more seconds before hugging you, and in a moment of pure happiness exclaimed, “I love you!”

Choromatsu stopped suddenly and realized what he’d said. He quickly stuttered out a string of excuses, but him having feelings for you too made you so happy that you just kissed him right on the spot. You closed your eyes while he stared at you in shock. You slowly pulled away before saying, “I love you too.”

You knew Ichimatsu wasn’t the best with words, but you still cared for him. You weren’t sure how you felt for him however, you knew you liked him, but… gah, it confused you to no end. At least, until one day, it clicked in your head as you watched him rest his head in your lap like a small kitten and your heart melted. Now the problem was did he like you too? He was just so distant from everyone, but as you thought it over, he wasn’t with you. You worried that if you told him you loved him, he would turn you away, ruining your relationship with him. You didn’t want to do that, so you started avoiding him. At first it was simply not answering a question he asked, then pretending not to hear him when he called you. You thought it would help, but it just made things worse. You had been walking to clear your head when you heard a familiar meow from an alleyway. You turned to look and saw one of the cats Ichimatsu would feed. You smiled and scratched the top of his head, earning a soft meow from the feline. The small cat ran back into the alley and as if some unknown force was pulling you with it, you followed the cat. Quietly you walked a few meters behind the car when you saw an all too familiar purple hoodie squatting near other cats. You were about to leave, knowing this probably wasn’t the best way to “clear your head” when you heard him mutter something quietly. You stopped, and decided just to listen for a moment, since it was rare to hear him talk most of the time. 

“I don’t know what to do… I don’t know what I did wrong” Ichimatsu said, “They just stopped talking to me.”

Wait, was he talking about me? You thought as you leaned closer, trying to hear him better.

He continued, “Maybe they finally realized I was garbage and they had better ways to spend their time.”

You felt your heart drop as you just knew he was talking about you. You stepped towards him about to apologize for how you’d treated him when his next words froze you in place.

“I thought I’d finally found the one…”

Your throat clenched, holding back tears as you realized how horrible you’d treated Ichimatsu these past weeks and you ran out to him, startling him. He jumped into a protective stance as a cat would and calmed after noticing it was you. However that quickly changed as he realized what he’d said. He started sputtering, trying to explain he’d been delusional and that you hadn’t heard correctly, but you shushed him.

“It’s okay, I feel the exact same way.”

You thought it’d be a fun idea to go out with Jyushimatsu for some night time festivities, but now you slightly regretted it. You’d arrived at the bar a few hours earlier, and did some karaoke and drinking games and general activities, and well… you held your alcohol a lot better than Jyushimatsu. After about four shots of different varieties of drinks, he’d taken off his hoodie and gone around being super lovey dovey and chatting it up with everyone. Normally this didn’t bother you, you knew he was like this when he drank, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. You couldn’t put your finger on the exact reason, but it bothered you. Soon, he came up to you, barely standing straight and his cheeks a bright red as he stared at you for a second before giving you a sloppy kiss and shouting out “I love you, [Name]!” Surprise fell onto your face, and you suddenly forget anything you had been jealous about. You felt your face heat up, whether it was from the alcohol or the shock of his words, you didn’t really care. He didn’t notice your expression and hugged you again. Your mind was going into overdrive, yet you felt strangely calm. Probably a side effect of all the drinks, you thought. He let go and stared at you, seemingly waiting for a response. You smiled and gave a quick peck back, saying “I love you too,” laughing whole heartedly.

You and Todomatsu were pretty bored, laying on your backs in the Matsuno’s living room. It was a comfortable silence, but Todomatsu suggested they go out and walk around for a while. Since you both had been laying there for around an hour, you thought it was a good idea to go out and stretch your legs. You stopped at a few stores and browsed, but ended up not getting anything. Stopping at a small pizzeria, you guys ate and ended up laying down near a river in the local park. The sun was setting off in the distant and everything had a glowing tint to it. Todomatsu looked over at you and his chest puffed up just because, Wow I am so lucky to be with them. He scooched over and grabbed your hand hesitantly. You looked at him for a moment and at the same time your eyes met. He stared for a moment before blurting out, “I love you so much.” Your eyes widened at the words and he immediately tried to pass it off. He was afraid you were about to reject him when you shushed him by placing your lips on his own. He was the one wide eyed now as he processed what you’d done. You just laughed and said, “I love you, too.”