soon it'll be dawn again
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page 01
Fig: no way? - you're still up?
Riz: Wh– yes?
Riz: Why'd I not be.
page 02
Fig: I me~~ean - that took.
Fig: whole day.
Riz: Yeah?
Fig: 'm beat.
Riz: you should sleep.
page 03
Fig: nah. my guy's still up
Fig: I wanna hang out.
page 04
Riz: That's really nice.
Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.
Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.
page 05
Fig: yeah, but you do it…
Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.
Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.
page 06
Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.
Riz: … - mm.
page 07
Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.
Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.
page 08
Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.
Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now…
page 09
Fig: Hey.
Riz: ?
Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.
page 10
Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)
Fig: o yea.
Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.
page 11
Fig: here u go
page 12
Riz: uh
Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.
Fig: I'll show u
page 13
Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try
Riz: uh - What. do I carve?
Fig: anything!!!
page 14
Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?
Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up
Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?
Fig: haha - watch this.
(sound effect text): FWOO—MP
page 15
Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???
Fig: Now it's fired!
Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE
Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)
Fig: ok catch!
Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!
Fig: dw no need haha
page 16
Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…
Fig: now I want you to throw this.
page 17
Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon
page 18
Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now
Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise
Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?
Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u
Riz: but
page 19
Fig (off screen): RIz.
page 20
Fig: I've done all this before.
Fig: Can you trust that at least?
page 21
Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.
page 23
Riz: okay what happens now
(sound effect text): glob
page 24
Fig: we do it again!
page 25
Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)
Fig: see! you're already learning
Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.
Fig: Things change.
page 26
Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist
Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.
page 27
Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.
page 28
Fig: So?
page 29
Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.
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One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings - Akaashi x Reader
"One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings please," you ask and the cashier, a teenage girl, nods her head excitedly. She's probably new to the job, you think, and let your eyes wander while she works.
The store is small and there's a bell that twinkles whenever someone steps inside - like right now. You turn on instinct and can't help but gasp. Messy dark hair, dark blue eyes behind glasses, well-dressed even for a late Sunday morning, Akaashi looks like someone just cut him out of a fashion magazine. You turn back around before he can notice you staring, his eyes still pretty much glued to his phone.
Ever since you've sat next to him in the library you can't get him out of your head.
Not his looks and, more importantly, how you embarrassed yourself.
Thankfully, your drink is ready. The girl's already typing in the price and you move to fish your wallet out of your bag - only to come up empty-handed. Cold sweat breaks out along your spine. No. Nonono No.
"Everything okay?" A smooth voice asks behind you. Of course. Of course, Akaashi has to witness this too.
"Just peachy," You cough, "I just... uh, I forgot my wallet, could you... I'll be back in a minute, I just-"
"It's on me," Akaashi leans forward, his chest pressing into your back. There's the telltale beep of the card reader and the whirring of the printer but your mind's still caught in a frenzy, your body locked in between a state of frozen and burning.
Are you imagining things or can you feel Akaashi's heartbeat through the thin shirt he's wearing?
"You okay?" He asks, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he talks.
"Oh yeah, thanks, yeah!" You babble, grabbing your drink and booking it out of there. In hindsight, probably not the best idea. He's going to think you're rude and a Klutz.
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"One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings," You look up on instinct, too tuned into this voice to ignore it. Akaashi's at the front of the line, his back to you. If you book it right now, you could avoid him for another day. Just as you move to grab your bag, the door opens and another flood of customers enters the shop. You know you should have gone to the smaller one that's closer to College but you can't go back there before they've all forgotten your face.
Maybe, you think, Akaashi didn't even notice you. After all, you're a nobody to him. An embarrassing, forgetful, clumsy nobody.
"Here," a drink settles in front of you, the plastic sweating. "Your drink's empty."
You look up at only to see Akaashi smiling down at you, the curl of his lips making your stomach fizzle in a way you didn't know was possible.
"I-" You start but he puts another drink down and turns to the table next to you, taking their chair after a short conversation. "I'm Akaashi."
"I know," you squeak before you can stop yourself. If only you could sink into the floor and disappear.
"Oh," he looks a little taken aback. "I don't... I didn't catch your name."
A nobody. Like you said.
You mutter your name in embarrassment, your palms sweaty where they're holding onto pen and paper.
"I don't want to be too forward," he stops and you notice how he swallows, a little nervously. You might not have noticed if not for the fact that his neck is slim and pale and extremely nice to look at and your eyes are looking for something that's not his eyes. Maybe, you think, he's also nervous?
Not that he has a reason to be. He's Akaashi, after all, the hottest guy on Campus.
"I'm sorry I saw your sketches," he whispers, voice low, "If anyone saw my doodles I'd probably freak out too. But I wanted... I think..." He's blushing now, red dusting over his face as you stare, unable to look away. Is he-? No way, that can't be-
"Could we have a drink together?" He asks, pushing your bubble tea toward you, "And get to know each other?"
Before you can stop yourself your hand moves and you clink your cup against his as if toasting him.
His lips pull into a wide smile.
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"One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings," Keiji sets the Cup in front of you with a smile, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple, "Don't stay up too late."
"Yes, Dad." You joke, squeaking when he pinches your hip.
"Bokuto? They had this Fruity Blast Special today. That okay for you?"
"Oh yeah, I want to fruity blast myself away!" Bokuto almost throws you off your chair in his haste to get his drink, awkwardly shuffling his hand through your hair when you both caught your balance.
"Uh, it's tasty," he dances back to his seat, sits down and leans forward, squinting to read the small text.
"Wait, what did you say again? What do I have to do here?"
You turn to look at Keiji, but he's sending you a wink and a smile before disappearing into the kitchen. You know what that means. He's got kitchen duty so you can explain Bokuto's Homework to well, Bokuto.
"Read the Question out loud, Bokuto," you ask him, "You already know it."
"Oh yeah, sure," he laughs easily, "Sorry."
"No need," you take a sip of your drink. "I'm sure Keiji's up for some Volleyball later when you feel restless again."
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"One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings," you order, grinning from one ear to the other.
Keiji rolls his eyes at you. "This is not helping our savings account."
"What? I'm keeping you in business."
"By going bankrupt?"
You push your lip out in a pout and he leans forward to bite it.
"Harassment," you tease him, "I'll call the police."
"Who's going to serve you your Bubble Tea then, huh?"
You snort and he winks, turning around to prepare your drink.
You pull out your phone, take a picture from his behind - that uniform really is doing him a favor - and open your messenger app.
"Bokuto's coming over later."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, we're going over the stuff for next week's exam. By the way, I have this friend who'd be very cute with Bokuto-"
"Don't set him up," Keiji turns around, "You're going to regret it."
"Excuse me, Ji? She's really sweet, he'd like her."
"Oh, I'm sure you're right. But it's so much sweeter if he does it by himself, you know."
"Like you did?" You ask and if you hadn't already been in love before, his shy smile would have you swooning now.
"Fine," you huff, moving to grab your wallet, "I'm just going to invite her over for our next movie night, okay? We can invite some more friends, make it a small party, see where they take it themselves."
"Drink is on the house," Keiji insists, putting a hand on your wallet. "But you can buy some groceries on the way home. It's Asparagus season."
"Ew, healthy." You get on your tiptoes to kiss him. "So responsible. Makes me want to corrupt you."
"You already did," he jokes, "Why do you think I've started drinking Bubble Tea too?"
"What's your order?" You ask, already smiling.
"One Taro Bubble Tea, no Toppings."
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