#winbreakers

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a/n: For anon! Here's a little Jay Jo action because I've been writing too much for Wooin, I hope I got your request right! For the Hyuk anon, SEE THIS IS HOW WE SEND POLITE REQS! WE DON'T LINGER ON PEOPLE'S WALLS OR FOLLOW THEM HOME!!!!!!!!!!!

Pairing: Jay Jo x Reader

Summary: Jay doesn't like the way you're even giving the psycho any attention.

Tags: Jealous!Jay, Annoying!Hyuk, Fluff

He doesn’t like it.

The way you keep talking to that bastard like it’s the most natural thing in the world—like it hasn’t even been five minutes since Hyuk slithered into your space, all smug grins and calculated stares, tailing the two of you like a leech with a superiority complex.

“Ugh, why do you keep following Jay? He doesn’t even have his bike!” you snap, glancing over your shoulder at Hyuk, who trails behind like a shadow with teeth.

Jay stays quiet, jaw clenched so tight it aches.

He really doesn’t like it—the ease in your voice when you speak to Hyuk. Sure, you sound annoyed, but you’re still talking. Still engaging. You haven’t shut him down completely the way Jay needs you to.

And Hyuk? He drinks it up. Smirking like he’s cracked some code, like this is a game and he’s already winning. Like Jay’s not even in the picture.

“What’s it to you?” Hyuk shoots back, voice slick with amusement—eyes still locked on you, not even glancing at Jay.

That makes it worse—so much worse.

Because Hyuk doesn’t flirt the way normal people flirt. No—he circles, calculates. Every word is a scalpel, every smile a dare. And right now, he’s looking at you like you’re something to break open and study.

Jay hates it.

He hates the way Hyuk looks at you like you’re a challenge.

He hates that you haven’t completely shoved him off.

And more than anything, he hates the ugly twist in his own chest—tight and sour—because he doesn’t know how to say any of this out loud.

“Stop following us!” you bark, spinning around so fast you nearly bump into Jay, planting yourself in front of him and arms crossing like a shield. “He’s not racing you.”

Hyuk halts, like you’ve given him exactly what he wanted—your full attention.

He tilts his head slowly, lazily dragging his thumb along his bottom lip. “You’re pissed—that’s cute.” he says, voice dipped in syrup and venom.

But Jay catches it—the flicker. A look, not for you, but aimed sharp and sideways at him.

Hyuk leans in slightly, gaze never leaving your face, voice shifting into something slower. He’s still talking to you—but the target is clearly for the other.

“You know,” Hyuk drawls, letting his eyes roam over your face like he’s only now taking you in properly, “you’re actually pretty cute up close.”

He smirks, eyes glinting with mock realization. “Didn’t notice it at first—guess I was too busy wondering why someone like you was wasting time babysitting him through boring bookstore runs.”

He flicks a glance at Jay. Then back at you.

“Guess you’ve got a thing for playing it cute.”

Jay’s nails dig into the strap of his bag while you made an offended noise for the both of you—face scrunched up in a frown towards the other cyclist.

“You’re seriously annoying.” you scoffed, ready to retaliate another retort or to shut him down again.

But Hyuk isn’t done—not even close—he leans in even closer, voice like a whispered secret.

“Am I?” he murmurs. “Or maybe... you just haven’t had someone show you what fun actually looks like.”

Jay stills.

No flinch, no sharp breath—just stillness, like the calm before a storm as he adjusts his bag on his shoulder slowly.��

Fingers flexing—then came his voice, soft and steady:

“Hey.”

You turn to him in question, blinking as his hand wraps around your wrist—gentle, deliberate. Not a tug, just a quiet call for attention.

Your retort to Hyuk vanishes the second Jay pulls you toward him—head lowering to your height as his lips pressed against yours.

It’s not rushed. Not angry. Just slow. Certain. Like he’s finally done pretending he doesn’t care.

You freeze, eyes wide, breath caught in your throat. Heat rushes to your cheeks so fast it makes your head spin. Your hands falter, then clenched into his shirt before you even realize it.

Jay stays steady. Calm. One hand at your jaw, the other still on your wrist—like he’s claiming space, his space—not asking permission.

By the time he pulls away, your lips are parted, heart racing, flustered beyond belief. You can still feel Hyuk watching—but Jay’s eyes never leave yours.

And when he speaks, it’s quiet. Controlled, but sharp enough to cut.

“If you’re gonna stand there like a creep,” Jay says, still not looking at Hyuk, “you might as well enjoy a show.”

Then, finally, his gaze cuts sideways, sharp as a blade.

“Unless you’ve figured out what everyone else already has—you’re not wanted here.”

Hyuk doesn’t respond. The grin falters. Not gone, but cracked at the edges.

Jay doesn’t wait—he slips his fingers from your wrist and drapes his arm casually around your shoulders, guiding you forward like nothing happened.

You let him, still dazed and burning at the edges, too flustered to speak, too stunned to resist the way he pulls you along like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Behind you, Hyuk doesn’t follow.

And this time, Jay doesn’t look back.

MASTERLIST

[blushlolita]

windbreaker

[owarinaki]

Shy Sakura Haruka

Wind breaker EP 1

Part 1/3 :: 2/3 :: 3/3 {} Pic 1/2 :: 2/2

Wind Breaker Recap All EP links

OP gifs // Character design //Manga art

EP1 : EP2 : EP3 & EP3 Gifs

EP4 Gifs & EP4 Pic :: EP5[Gifs] & EP5[PIC]

EP6[G & EP6[PIC] :EP7 :: EP8 & EP8G : EP12 : EP13

[kryptyonian]

Windbreaker text posts because i am unwell about them

[innvmorati]

HIRAETH; windbreaker fanfiction.

𖥻 𝓘𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝑰𝐂𝐇, you, a young adult woman, after an accident, become trapped in a cycle of time travel to ten years in the past, where you do everything possible to save your best friend from death and rewrite your future.

—var! characters x fem!oc reader.

[helleboretks]

• 17yrs

•he/she

•illustrator/comic artist

ASK BOX:OPEN HEADCANONS:OPEN REGQUESTS:CLOSED

To make it short, you can call me HB!

This is strictly an sfw blog, any interaction from NSFW blogs for any NSFW reason will be blocked and ignored.

I do not condone any type of lgbt-phobia or racism on this blog, so please be respectful to people of all spaces who interact here!

I myself do not engage in anything ticke-related towards me as a general discomfort, so please do not attempt to engage me specifically with that intent; that's what the fandom characters are for!

___ ___ ___ ___ ___ FANDOMS ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

Italics are for fandoms I am willing to talk about and occasionally draw for

Bold are the fandoms I will actively draw for and discuss

Normal are fandoms I do not mind talking about

Wind Breaker (Nii Satouru) (anime/manga)

Kaiju no. 8 (anime/manga)

Bungou Stray Dogs (strictly anime)

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (anime)

Gachiakuta (manga)

Lego Monkie Kid

Dr. Stone (anime/manga)

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This contains all of the fics I've written and art/comics I've done (I will not be making anymore fics, unfortunately)

FICS

Bungou Stray Dogs

Cocky, Until He's Not - Lee!Dazai, Ler!Chuuya

Unleash The Gremlins! - Lee!Dazai, Lers!Atsushi & Tanizaki

Kids Will Be Kids - Lee!Chuuya, Ler!Dazai

He Can Be Patient - Lee!Dazai, Ler!Chuuya

Port Mafia Styled Torture - Lee!Dazai, Ler!Oda, verbal Ler!Ango

Delightfully Indulgent - Lee!Chuuya, Ler!Kouyou

Stay With You The Day - Lee!Dazai, Ler!Oda

Lego Monkie Kid

HAH! Got 'Em!!! - Lee!Nezha, Lers!Wukong, MK & Mei

Start with the Sides: Wukong's Demise - Lee!Wukong, Lers!MK & Nezha

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Relax, You Two - Lees!Edward & Ling, Ler!Riza

So Loud!? - Lee!Edward, Lers!Alphonse & Winry

ART

Wind Breaker

Lees!Kiryu & Hoshina doodle

Lee!Suo, Ler!Takanashi - Episode 18

Lee!Suo, Ler!Kiryu doodle

Lee!Kaji, Ler!Kusumi doodle

Lee!Suo, Ler!Umemiya sketch

Kaiju no. 8

Lees!Kiryu & Hoshina doodle

Non-Fandom

Lers!Fisseha, Jayce, Adam, Sabrina, Lees!Ghost, Spirit, Phantom - OC Crossover

COMICS

Wind Breaker

Waiting for Us - Lee!Sakura, ler!Suo

"Stop acting so mysterious, Damnit!" - Sentence Starter by GigglySquiggly

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Lee!Ed, Ler!Oc (Fisseha)

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#HBWRITING

#HBREQUESTS

#HBART

#HB'sCRAZY

[nanamimizz-archived]

guys im so predictable

[sunneyxhxney]

Soooooo.....I did a human au of transformers where some (all) of them are spys or assassins and i couldn't help put to draw them first

I made 4 versions of them (1st one here ^)

Two of then have breakdown and windbreakers pupils and two doesn't. Also with and without text.

Made them genderbend bc i can't draw boy anatomy only tf anatomy.

Uh

Yea.

Bye.

also ik its cringe so...😥

[1hot-mess-express1]

The TR to windbreaker pipeline is a little too real 🤔

[weepingtimemachinepersona]

dbl star burst lightweight windbreaker

This lightweight windbreaker ensures maximum comfort on windy, rainy, and sunny days, thanks to the water-resistant fabric and breathable mesh lining. The windbreaker has an effortless look that will fit different styles and can be easily layered with long and short sleeve shirts. • 100% polyester • Fabric weight: 2.21 oz/yd² (75 g/m²) • Lightweight, water-resistant fabric • Breathable mesh lining, reduces static • Regular fit • Elastic cuffs • Hood and side pockets • Zippable front Read the full article

[hoshiboshimax]

God i had to send this in but i absolutely adore how you draw the windbreaker boys, esp sakura and suo, theyre just so incredibly SOFT and i love them, and i love the comics youve made, like this last one with sakuras eye getting hurt and suo taking care of him.....ill eat that up everyday aaaaa ;w;

THANK YOUUUUU winbreaker boys are not hit with my shoujou style beam!!! THAANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!

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"And would it be alright if I pulled you closer"

Pairing: Jay Jo x Reader

Summary: What started as a study session turned into something softer—shy glances, sketchbook doodles, and the warm kind of silence only shared between two hearts quietly falling.

Tags: Established RS, Fluff, Artist! Reader

A/N: yaaay this one's for you @ravenwritten even though we always beef <3 LMAOOOOO jk, i wrote reader as an artist cus you draw so well!!!! hope u like it :>

Jay loves studying—he really does.

The structure of it, the logic, the calm rhythm of equations and annotated readings—it all makes sense. It’s comforting in the way people rarely are.

But you—sitting next to him with your thigh pressed to his, humming some half-forgotten melody under your breath, pencil tapping lightly on your sketchpad. You’re not even doing anything loud—just doodling, occasionally tilting your head to look at him like he’s part of your subject matter.

And god, how is he supposed to concentrate when you’re like this?

He blinks down at his book, reads the same sentence for the fifth time. It still doesn’t make any sense. 

He sighs, barely louder than a breath.

“You… don’t have to stay here while I study,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on the barely-highlighted paragraph in front of him.

You pause mid-sketch. “Huh?”

Jay stiffens slightly. He doesn’t want to look at you—because if he does, he might lose whatever nerve he’s barely gathered to say this properly.

“I mean, it’s probably boring,” he adds, quieter now. “Just sitting here. Watching me study.”

You twist toward him, the bounce in your leg halting. “Am I bothering you?” you ask, voice soft, expression tightening just a little like you’re trying not to sound hurt. “I can move if—”

His hand shoots out before he can even think. He grabs your wrist—not rough, not panicked, just firm, like it’s instinct.

You blink down at where his fingers are wrapped around yours.

“...No,” he finally says, eyes still not meeting yours. “I just… thought you were bored.”

The way he says it is so tentative, almost like he’s asking permission to keep you there. Like he doesn’t trust himself to deserve it.

You soften. Your free hand reaches over to tug lightly at the sleeve of his hoodie. “I’m not bored. I like being here.”

That’s when he glances at you—just a flick of his eyes—and you smile.

He looks away again, ears red. “Still… If you are bored, we can do something else. You don’t have to just sit there.”

“But I want to.” You lean in a little, resting your head on his shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “You’re warm. And you make those little concentration noises when you read. It’s cute.”

He huffs a breath through his nose. You can feel the way his shoulder tightens a little beneath you, like he doesn’t know what to do with the compliment.

A beat passes.

Then he clears his throat. “What’re you drawing?”

You perk up, immediately straightening. “Wanna see?”

You could see the way he seemed unsure, only focusing on how your eyes twinkled and your nose twitched—he nodded.

So you slide your sketchpad toward him, flipping it to a page filled with quick character doodles, some of them cartoony, others more detailed.

Right in the center is a sketch of a boy with messy hair hunched over a book, hoodie sleeves too long, expression focused but gentle.

He stares.

“That one’s you,” you say casually, grinning. “Studious Boyfriend.”

He just blinked silently.

You glance up, and for a second, he’s just looking at the drawing. Then at you. Then down again.

“I don’t look like that,” he mutters, but it sounds more like he’s embarrassed than disagreeing.

“You do to me.”

Jay doesn’t say anything.

But when you go back to doodling and humming again, he shifts just a little closer—barely an inch, like maybe you wouldn’t notice. But… he doesn’t mind the way your legs touch again. Not at all.

Neither of you moves away this time.

You both return to your own little worlds—him with his book, you with your pencil—but something feels different now. Warmer. A little too warm, actually.

Your head tilts as you shade in the folds of his hoodie on your sketch, trying to act normal. Trying not to notice how you can feel his body heat against your side. Trying not to think about how your heart’s been doing this weird fluttery thing ever since he touched your wrist.

Jay kept staring—at his book, at the desk. He hasn’t flipped the page in ten minutes.

He sneaks a glance at you. Then forces his eyes back to the same sentence he’s been pretending to read. Then glances at you again.

You’re humming—some soft little tune, probably something you made up—and it sounds like safety. Like the kind of sound he could memorize if he let himself.

He shifts again. Not big. Just enough to bring his elbow a little closer to yours.

His fingers twitch beside his leg.

Say it, he tells himself. 

“Hey…” he finally says, albeit quiet.

You glance at him, eyes wide, still soft with that look you always get when he speaks. “Hmm?”

His gaze flickers to your lips—just for a second. Then immediately back to the book, like he’s been caught thinking something he shouldn’t.

“...Nothing.” He exhales, his voice a little too shaky to pass for casual. “Never mind.”

You pause. Then smile, cheeks already pink. “You sure?”

He gives a small nod, but doesn’t say anything. His jaw tightens, like he’s trying to chew his thoughts into something easier to swallow.

Instead of answering, he shuts his book.

You blink. “Break time?”

Jay nods, stiff as a board. “Five minutes.”

You smile, stretching your arms overhead with a sleepy yawn. “Perfect. You need to reward yourself for being so good.”

That makes him go still—like you just hit him with something he didn’t know how to process. His ears go pink, but he doesn’t protest.

You set your sketchpad aside and scoot closer without thinking, resting your head on his shoulder with a sigh. Like it’s normal. Like it’s nothing.

It is absolutely not nothing to Jay.

He freezes.

You can feel how tense he is beneath you—like he’s trying not to breathe too hard in case it scares you off. Slowly, painfully, he lifts one arm and hesitates behind your back before finally resting his hand there, awkward but sincere.

His palm is warm.

Your fingers find the drawstring of his hoodie, fiddling with it idly, and you murmur, “You always smell like laundry and paper.”

He lets out a nervous, tiny sigh—not the bad kind, but more like a relieved one.

You look up at him, and your face is so close to his that you both freeze again—eyes locked, breath caught.

Jay swallows.

His voice comes out as barely a whisper. “C-Can I hold you?”

Your eyes widen. You weren’t expecting that. Your cheeks flush bright.

“You already are,” you whisper back, a bashful smile tugging at your lips. “But yeah. You can.”

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, gently tugging you closer so your head rests more fully against his chest. It’s clumsy—he moves like he’s afraid of messing it up—but it’s sweet. Honest.

Then, after a moment of silent panic and courage battling in his chest… he leans down, and presses the faintest, most featherlight kiss to the top of your head.

You stiffen for half a second. Then melt.

You bury your face in his hoodie, hiding the huge, dumb smile stretching across your lips.

He’s blushing so hard he can feel it in his ears. His hand is still on your back, but now it’s trembling just a little.

“This is a good break,” you say softly.

“...Yeah,” he stammers.

And as you both sit there—hearts racing, hands fidgeting, faces red and shy and warm—Jay wonders how five minutes with you can make the rest of his day feel this easy.

Maybe even… perfect.

MASTERLIST

[dorayakichan]

Scenarios: Fem!reader, flirting with Windbreaker characters and their reactions

Fluff

a/n: Hi! This is my first Winbreaker x reader post on here, I hope you like it and I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical mistakes I may have made while writing this.

 Noah

You had always had a thing for Noah since becoming part of the ‘Light Cavalry’. In the beginning, you thought it was just admiration for how good she was but over time, you had found your heart growing fonder of her everyday more and more.

As you started realizing that those feelings were not just admiration, you decided to try your chances. You knew she liked Owen, but maybe? Why not? What was there to lose? 

She was sitting down on the couch of your shared apartment, scrolling through different channels while you had just come out of your room to get a glass of water. 

As you had finally come to terms with your feelings you decided to use this moment as a chance. After getting the glass of water, you sat next to her on the couch extremely close, making the woman turn her attention from what she was doing to you.

“What?” she asked, eyes looking extremely bored at yours. 

Deciding against giving her an answer, you moved your hand to tuck the hair behind her ear. Glancing at her lips and then her eyes, face inching closer and closer, one of your arms moved behind her holding your body against the couch as you got even closer.

“You know Noah….” you whispered eyes never leaving hers. As hers started growing bigger, she tried to move away from the close proximity. “I’ve always wanted to tell you this….” Your body followed hers trapping Noah between the couch and you.

“You’re so so damn hot, I'd kill to have you be mine!” you finished whispering those words to her slowly, before getting up and walking away. Going inside your room and closing the door.

Leaving Noah, wide-eyed staring at your back as you closed the door. Were you joking? Was what you said true? Why did you leave like that? There were many questions, on her mind, as she stared into space trying to recollect every moment she had spent with you and every word said. Searching for signs…and that’s all you needed, her to start thinking about you.

“Guess this is going to be much more fun than I expected!” You said smirking as you were lying down on your bed.

Harry

During his stay in Korea, Harry had become obsessed with korean fried chicken. He would order it all the time and not eat anything else. Yes chicken is good and meat is healthy but too much of anything is still not good. 

So you decided to interfere, and although you knew how demanding and hot-headed he was, you couldn’t just let it be. But how were you going to do that? That's what you were not sure about. All you knew was that you had to do it one way or the other. As you heard the doorbell ring you knew what was coming so you ran to get the food before he could even get up.

After getting the chicken you saw Harry sitting on the dinner table ready. “What are you doing?” you ask him, acting as if you didn’t know. “Bring the food!” Harry, who wasn’t having it ordered impatiently. “Which food?” you asked, taking the plastic bag and sitting on the couch.

“I’m not in the mood for games, just bring the food already.” Harry got up striding with clear footsteps towards you. You opened the packaging and took one of the chicken legs. Immediately taking a bite. Harry was standing in front of your sitting figure with both arms crossed. “Ok I’ll give it to you.” you agreed standing up on the sofa. Although there was still some height difference between you and Harry even if the sofa was added you could reach him slightly at least. 

You took another bite, opened your mouth, and approached his face. “What do you think you’re doing now?”. You closed your mouth chewing and ingesting it. Harry's annoyed expression hadn’t changed from before as he looked at you. You smiled deviously: “If you want to eat it come and take it from my mouth.” You knew playing this way with Harry was going to end up annoying him more and he would leave but what you didn’t expect was that when you took the other bite Harry forcefully wrapped his arm around your waist yanking you closer and actually kissing you. 

His tongue entered inside your mouth as he steadily worked on taking the chicken bite from you when he finally pulled away your shocked expression made him smirk. “Don’t play like that with my food.” He warned you, taking the plastic bag full of chicken and leaving you replaying what had just happened again and again, unsure how to feel.

Vinny

It had all started when everybody suggested staying at Vinny’s house with Shelly running to take a shower inside and meeting his mom. Now you were all eating sitting around the small table in Vinny's home. As you all talked and laughed the time went by and it was time to sleep.

When dividing the rooms Vinny’s mom gave you and Shelly hers as she claimed that she was going to work a night shift so she would not return home until the next morning. You and Shelly were lying down when you heard the door close shut and as if you had touched the on button Shelly immediately rose up from where she was lying. “What do you think the guys are doing?” 

“They might be getting ready to sleep,” you answered nonchalantly scrolling on your phone. “C’mon let’s go and see, It’s a sleepover, it will be boring if we don’t do something fun.” Shelly started begging you, nearly dislocating your shoulder from your arm as she pulled at it.

“Ughh, okay.” You followed her as you both went in front of their door. “Maybe we should knock fi….” But why even bother saying it in the first place Shelly didn’t let you finish, as she flew the door open revealing some of the guys half shirtless, staring wide eyes at you two. “Let’s play!” She went and sat right next to Jay not even glancing at anyone else. 

You all sat down to play truth or dare. As you sat next between Vinny and Dom the game started. Some rounds of truth and funny dares passed until your turn came. “Hmm, so what dare shall I give you?” Shelly pondered not even giving you the chance to decide, yet you didn’t mind you could also notice that the game was getting boring because most were avoiding the dares. “....” your eyes meeting hers waiting. 

“Make one of the guys next to you blush.” “What?” your unfazed expression changed into one of disbelief “Make one of these two blush?” you pointed at Dom and Vinny. Shelly nodded. “I wouldn’t….” Dom was about to say but was quickly cut off by you. “You better not finish that sentence or I'll tell Yuna what you just said.” You gave him a stern look. You were very supportive of them both being in a relationship and Yuna was your friend so no way in hell you were doing things like that to Dom. 

On the other hand, Vinny who was sitting on the other side was single so you didn’t mind. “Now Vinny come closer.” You ordered the boy an ounce of emotion in your tone of voice. He raised an eyebrow. As no one else talked. “Ughh..fine I’ll do it properly but don’t blame me if you fall for me after this,” you told him getting closer, your eyes changing as they stared at him seductively. As you got slightly closer one of your hands touched his which was on the floor. You lowered your eyes signaling for him to look as your fingers slowly started sliding up his arm reaching his shoulders, they didn’t stop there as they moved on his collarbone and then neck. 

Your eyes moved up meeting his gaze. The room was silent as you seductively smiled, grabbing his shoulder while pulling him closer. Your faces were inches apart and Vinny already seemed like he was caving in, but your goal was to make him blush. You moved your head, lips reaching his ear, you stopped, lips barely reaching his ear as your warm breath caressed his skin. “You’re very cute, do you know that?” you told him your voice barely above a whisper.

As you pulled away you saw as his ears had become red together with his face. He was not blushing; he had turned into a whole tomato. 

“This is annoying.” He got up leaving the room as fast as he could, making everybody in the room burst out laughing at his expression.

[punks-never-die205]

I misread the other anons ask about AU jobs. For a second I thought it read heat was a fire fighter, and now I have fire fighter AU stuck in my head 🥵 what I wouldn't give to be princess carried out of a burning building by kid. I'd get stuck in a tree so fast if the kid pirates were our local fire department 😩🤤 I can imagine the calenders now, my goodness 😍

xD There's a good idea for a story - I could see the boys being Firefighters.

The station would be like 1/2 fire station, 1/2 community center. Constantly busy with kids and elderly - The Kid Pirates in modern AUs strike me a bit like the Bofurin guys from Winbreaker, rough around the edges but invested in the community in their own way.

They get more cats down from trees than put out fires, and they might grumble and remind Mrs. Bittles or whatever that she can't let her cat keep getting outdoors. Kid's going to come over and set up some scat mats so the little shit stops bolting for the front door when she's getting the mail XD

Hip, Hop and Quincy probably do self-defense classes for free almost like a YMCA. Emma and Killer teach the local kids how to cook, and the food kits they make either go to their homes where they're needed, or get delivered by the kids to some of the disabled folks in the area who struggle to cook for themselves.

Augh, no wait, stop Quin don't start world building like this \lol/

I'll collapse under the weight of my WiPs if I'm not careful XD

[starsthatlinethesky]

Things That Have Happened To Me Leading Up To My Exams As Winbreaker Characters

Sakura: Having two exams in the city, and one of them being at 7.30am on a Sunday (Bonus, I have to drive as my town doesn't have a bus to the city or a train station.)

Nirei: Bed frames snapped as I've gone to bed.

Suo: Spilling an entire pot of tea at family dinner and slipping on it as I tried to clean it up.

Tsubaki: Bought a new pair of high heels tried them on at home and the heel snapped.

Sugishita: Hairdresser cut my hair to short.

Kaji: Shifts at work got cut as my company hired a bunch of new juniors.

Umemiya: Half the garden dying during the early summer heatwave that's come.

Mizuki: Breaking my glasses.

Choji: Ripping my favourite pair of pants

Togame: Losing my sunglasses.

Kiryu: Not having results back from some uni professors despite the fact semesters literally over.

Hiragi: Having an uncommunicative person during a group project worth 50% of my grade.

[cherrycrvsh]

Guess who's done with season one of winbreaks!!!!

But sadly can't begin season two cause she has to finish stupid math😭😭😭😭😭😭😭(save me pls)

HEH😛😛😛😛 oh uhm umemiya passes out