yoisami - Tumblr blog

[yoisami]

Lace | neutral

For custom colors just shoot me an ask!

Please reblog if you use!!!

[yoisami]

hi friends (🤍), it’s been a while since i’ve been active on tumblr, so i thought i might pop in and say hello ! ... and apologise to those who have sent me asks because it’s been well over a month or so since i looked at my inbox ;-;

i hope you’re staying cool or warm, depending on where you live, and i hope you’ve been able to eat well and live life as a happy, content person ! i hope that your grades are as sexy as possible (we love them 90+ percents 😼), and i hope that your health is in good condition <3

i’ve been trying to repair my relationship with my writing lately, hence i went on hiatus unannounced. it’s been difficult to get some words on a google doc recently, but i’m trying ! i have a billion ideas, but i don’t have enough drive in me to craft them into fics. my writing style disappoints me, and therefore, i just avoid doing the activity in the first place.

also, being in your final year of high school sucks. i hate it. my sleep schedule is kind of wack so i’m always tired.

anyway, there wasn’t much i wanted to say. i just wanted to say hi and let y’all know that i made my theme pretty again (🤭) i’m so ready for tpd (mark ur calendars it’s april 19) <3

ok bye bye for now

[yoisami]

(WE’RE ALL POETS & ARTISTS WITH LOVE TO GIVE ...)

hello ! my name is saki (prns: s.her) and i’m a 17 y.o. amateur writer for multiple fandoms (bllk, hq, jjk). currently, i’m not very active on tumblr but i’ll try and post some of my writing when i’m happy with them ! by the way, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated here <3 and please read my rules before interacting with me or my blog ! much love !

© YOISAMI 2024. plagiarism, translation and distribution of my works outside of tumblr is not permitted.

[yoisami]

♡₊˚ i love flowers (you.) ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

𓈒 ˚ ⟡ : Flowers: Sweet smiles. Blooming cheeks. Growing feelings. Nurturing. Flourishing. Uncertain yet Exciting, so Eager, for whatever that comes next.

𓈒 ˚ ⟡ : There’s a time and place where, everything comes to a still, the quiet begins to engulf Chigiri and you— who teaches him your favorite language— flows upon him with such ease. As if its meant for him, as if its meant for you.

tags. chigiri hyoma/reader. fluff. 1.9k wc. forehead kisses. mentions of—well, flowers. pretty chigiri because he’s our princess forever. soft aaa fic. first love, late spring. NO angst /gen. trust me on this. no angst hehe you get all the fluff you need.

There’s a distinct look in chigiri’s eyes whenever he sees a flower. it’s presence never fails to ring your name in his mind, as if he’s under a spell that everytime he sees them, he will inevitably think of you.

A smile graces Chigiri’s lips, he doesn’t want to think of anyone or anything else but you, and maybe, the flowers are just an excuse for him to let you invade his mind—in a way that’s not intruding, inviting even.

He remembers the time between school breaks (all too well.) where he would plop himself beside you, the purposeful screeching of the chair as he drag it slowly and sit down, a smile that’s not really sweet but more annoying because he knows you value this moment of quiet, you don’t have it that much, and he’s definitely not making it easier for you. But you settle for a sigh in resignation and you leave it just that, with no protest or whatsoever, he doesn’t know why—but he thanks you internally that you hadn’t pushed him away so far.

The classroom is filled with nothing. Except for the two of you who rests well with silence, you’re seated near the window, the clear sky and slightly chilly breeze kisses chigiri’s skin just right. Ah, he likes this. Likes being near you and oh—he notices just now that you’re drawing something on your sketchpad the size of a notebook, the soft scraping sound of your pencil and your long, content breathing are the only thing he hears—his chest feels warm and light for all the right reasons.

You’re drawing a flower and the pressure of each stroke and lines are precise, chigiri is not an artist himself, but he’s aware that your hands are made to create. they’re graceful and beautiful, he thinks. but also powerful and creative. He likes to know what it feels like to tread his way into the empty spaces between your fingers, encase them with his and perhaps even kiss each of your knuckles—

“What’s your favorite flower?”

He blinks. stares wide like a deer caught in a headlight. “What?”

You don’t answer and instead, continue doing your work. He lets the question sink in for a while, and he scratches his head when his mind goes blank. “I don’t really have one…”

It sounds like a whisper but it’s not, your voice is just soft, more softer than he realized. You say, “Mm, too bad. I could draw your favorite here, beside this.” You tap your fingers at the flower, drawn by you and no one else, created by your artist hands alone and he’s torn—he had seen flowers and had even received one too many times from people who confessed their love for him, but his mind could not conjure up the feeling of the stem in his hands, how it smells or any memory he could fish out and reminisce.

He curses himself at that. He takes a good look at your clean sketch before asking, “is this your favorite?” when you hum in response, he follows up another question; why? What made you like them? Do you have any good memories with them?

Your lips curve and your eyes paint a color of happiness and nostalgia as you answer each of his questions with no sense of urgency, you talk slowly, but your expression is beaming with so many stories to tell. He listens, hand in his chin and nods off every now and then. He finds himself enraptured in the moment, the way you pause, your careful words, the adorable look in your gaze and—flowers, huh? realization kicks in, hits him in the spot so sweet that he grins, this is the first time he’s seen you like this, bubbling with excitement, talking about a thing you like, and its about flowers…

He needs to find his favorite flower soon.

ever since then, even a street flower he’d see on a random day could make his heart thrum in tender rhythms as your name whispers in his mind. your beaming face. your excited eyes. your lovely drawing. your soft voice.

And maybe it’s a little sheepish, because at one point he caught himself searching through lists of flowers on the internet, learn a bit more of your favorites (he didn’t know where to start, actually, but he’s trying.) He didn’t stop, and of course you noticed this. The way he would come up to you any chance he gets, even a simple greeting would make your cheeks flush, because he’s always…more flourishing when he’s with you. The lilt in his voice and your name melts in his lips so endearing, and then—the simple update: “I saw a flower today!”

‘It reminded me of you’ Those that he leaves unsaid are written in his looks—which, is plenty enough for you. Chigiri can conclude that as much, and he intends it to be that way. You swear the grin on his face is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen; you reflect one of your own.

‘Really? How sweet of you.’ You ruffle his hair and snicker. “Yeah? Tell me all about it.”

And he does. You think its the first time you had a smile so wide for a long while.

The feeling sits a little foreign to you, but you want it to stay. To nestle within you slowly and carefully.

This feeling— You want to nurture it.

In time, even you— would also tell him about your stories of flowers, that they remind you of him, too. Unspoken feelings and the language of flowers tying you together in the easy sea, taking you forward, he became something you look forward to everyday. In the morning, in his after practices, between breaks, late midnight calls — time is a precious thing, and you want to spend them with Chigiri as much as you can.

(Flowers: Sweet smiles. Blooming cheeks. Growing feelings. Nurturing. Flourishing. Uncertain yet Exciting, so Eager, for whatever that comes next.)

(There’s a time and place where, everything comes to a still, the quiet begins to engulf Chigiri and you— who teaches him your favorite language— flows upon him with such ease. As if its meant for him, as if its meant for you.)

Chigiri took you out on a date. Simple yet profound and special. One day full of first times and one day full of wishes for many times.

“I like your voice.” Chigiri admits in the middle of your rambling as he walks you back home, a little too breathy as if he’s not actually telling you this and you almost missed it. He clarifies, although similar to the level of quiet, he’s looking at you now in a way it makes your stomach does somersaults. “I wanna hear you talk about—something that you like, what makes you happy, drawing, and flowers— anything. I like your voice so much.”

You stop in your tracks and hesitate. It dawns upon you how beautiful Chigiri is bathed in the moonlight glow. He gave you lots of first, and you’re selfish enough to wish for more. But today, you will give just as much. So you say, breathy, “And I like talking to you, Chigiri. You make me happy.”

He smiles like he’s giving you the sun, when it’s cold out but everything feels so warm, he kisses your forehead, bids you goodnight and texts you that i got home safe, sleep well with your name beside a &lt;3 heart, 37 mins after while you’re getting ready for bed, and that you had the first night to sleep so soundly.

One day full of first times and one day full of wishes for many times.

Eventually, wishes do come true.

───・・✦

(Chigiri can conclude, with a fair amount of certainty, that there exists a world where it is forever frozen in place. Suspended in that point in life. He watches them over and over and yes, it’s his favorite memory. And yes, its that little break in the empty classroom that doesn’t feel empty because you’re both occupying the space—as if it’s meant for him, as if it’s meant for you. It was around the early summers. Which he hadn’t paid much attention up until now—now, yes, two years after this memory, and it’s late spring already. Now, where he’s too occupied being yours and you being his.)

(Around early summer, he saw a flower that time, too.)

(Chigiri now concludes that, in late spring, it will be his favorite onwards.)

───・・✦

The tree you’re sitting against provides a shield of foliage as you sketch away. it’s nice out here, the kind that lets you exhale through your nose in relief along the whisper of breeze, the kind that promises you with blissful thoughts and oh, its quiet, so nice and quiet, you can hear your boyfriend’s slow breaths, and—like god’s favorite— is sleeping on your lap like a princess. your princess.

His hair is more or less scattered, some flowers that you plucked moments ago adorning it, like a river with flowers dancing around (you fixed your flower crown subconsciously), cherry pink strands obscuring half of his face and you carefully brush them away. its quiet when each inhale and exhale makes his chest rise and fall, its quiet when you stare at his long and lustrous lashes, the light that bounces off of them reflect into precious jewels that you want to keep. its quiet when you brush your knuckles along his cheekbones that somehow glow and somehow you can’t help but curse of the fact that he’s soft. how is he so damn soft?

its quiet, the kind that makes your chest feel warm and light (and for all the right reasons.) its quiet and peaceful and you know you shouldn’t disrupt it, he’s in a deep slumber, a place where time feels insignificant — you wonder what he’s dreaming about, a smile curling its way to your lips. you know you shouldn’t disturb, but you’re already setting your sketchpad, your pencil tucked, on your other side and manage to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. its less than a habit and more of a communication.

“Hyo.” short, yet so important.

He twitches just slightly, and when he flutters his eyes open, all words stored in your throat has cease to exist. perhaps he sees it, your sudden pause as he lift his arm and his hand reaching to cup your cheek. quiet. sweet. patient.

“Again, please?” It takes you a few seconds to register, though his small pout tells you everything. Didn’t hear you the first time. Referring to the intimate way you called his name.

you say it again and there’s nothing more that you want than being here in this quiet space, he sits upright as he hugs you, arms holding you tight and pepper your neck small kisses, flutter of giggles erupt from your throat, he joins— and you sigh in content, muttering to him. “you have flowers all over.”

“like rupunzel?”

“sure”

“you have…” he gazes at the flower crown, tentative but with so much gentleness, he softly says “…forget-me-nots”

“i remember, this was the first flower you showed me after that conversation in the—“

“it’s my favorite.”

the moment he says it, the red that accompanies his ears are shy, the miniscule pout, the shaky intake of breath, he’s still looking at the flower, almost as if avoiding your gaze. “i-i know its a little late to uh, reveal that, but..yeah”

2 years. It’s been 2 years.

and without fail, you get shy with him as well. “oh, forget-me-nots, huh?”

a simple nod “i love—“ he looks at you. fixed and whole and certain. “i love flowers (you.)”

Chigiri Hyoma kisses your forehead like a promise, then sealing it with your lips, and smiling to you tenfolds.

you swear you want to tear up then and there. “i love flowers (you), too.”

notes. i was writing this and in the middle of it i thought of mitski’s first love/late spring and i was like “hey…HEY WHAT”my first fic for 2024! thank u sm for reading this!! been so long since i actually like my writing for once. but like there might be typos and the uppercase/lowercase letters (idk if i want to be in full lowercase or have some uppercase like a good grammar kid) i’ll edit them later or tmrw :D

taglist. @yoisami @kooriou

© kyoghurts. ★ reblogs & likes are well appreciated!

[yoisami]

saki bby😔😔😔

why the sad face bbg, look at me *lifts ur chin up* (even tho i’m shorter 😽)

ALSO I JUST SAW THAT U GOT INTO COLLEGE ??!?! I AM SO PROUD OF U WELL DONE HANA BAE 😽🗣️💗 let us younger children know how uni’s like when u start <3 but congrats love !!!

[yoisami]

sakiiii how are you doing these days :3

hihi dooby, i am doing ok lately <33 getting into the grind tho bc i’m in my final year of hs (i’m so excited to leave this hell 😸 but people are saying uni is even more hellish 😹💔)

how are u ?? valentine’s is coming,, got any cute plans w ur bf ? 🙊

[yoisami]

What app do you use to make the picture on your pinned post

hi anon, sorry for the late reply, but i used this website called tweetgen (linked it for u <3). hope u’ll still find this useful :,)

[yoisami]

hope saki is doing good !! here’s a little something for you !! ( ⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝ )੭⁾⁾ sweet for the sweetest person !! or something else if u don’t like sweet strawberries !! :33

saki is doing well, soso ! hope soso is having fun living life bc u are so sweet and cute omg 🥹 and i love strawberries hehe, so thank u !! they taste better w fresh cream tho imo

here’s a bouquet of flowers for u bc u gave me a cute strawberry ☹️

[yoisami]

saki i haven’t talked to you in forever it feels like!! how have you been doing??? <33333

TUVA !!!! it has felt like ages since we’ve talked </3, but i hope that life has been good to u ! i’m doing pretty ok, nothing crazy has happened but january is taking forever to pass 🧍🏻‍♀️(like hurry up bruh what)

HOW ARE U, LOVELY ?? missed u 😞💗

[yoisami]

saki, what is your go to boba order? have you drink one recently? how are you?

HI POPON <3 i’m v basic and boring bc i love a regular milk tea + pearls, and when i’m feeling adventurous, i would order a black sugar with milk + pearls 😅 but there are some days when i want fruit teas ... then i would order a tropical green tea w popping pearls (i like lychee 😸)

and i haven’t had one lately, been busy sneezing my ass off (i have a cold) and cramming :,( i should tho, i kinda want one rn

what is UR go to order ?? mb u can recommend me a new combo so i can for once step out of my comfort zone lol

[yoisami]

you are my fire the one desire believe when I say I want it that way

but we are two worlds apart can’t reach to your heart when you say that i want it that way

[yoisami]

from the roots, to the blooms.

prologue: the inciting incident & the first naration.

— a beginning from both parts.

— sae and you, who have stood beside each other for a long time. sae and you, who keep many thoughts away from each other.

tags: sfw; angst with happy ending; fluffs; post canon—hanahaki au; depiction of illness (coughing), blood, etc.; childhood friends & best friends; pinning; it gets worse before it gets better; cohabitation & domesticity; emotional constipation. wc: 933.

masterlist. ; next

— ■■■■■ and the inciting incident, the flowers.

When Sae coughs up the first petal out of his throat, he wonders if this would be his death sentence.

They are purple, dressed and decorated with the maroon coating of blood, staring at him as they lay on the bottom of the white sink. Sae can't put a name to that flower, but he is not dumb. He knows who they are for.

Sae remembers you, who just visited him last night through a phone call—a childhood friend, a friend he somehow manages to keep through these years, despite everything that has happened—talking about stories and movies made out of morons with their unrequited feelings. Sae scoffed at them, telling you that should have spent your time doing something better than turning yourself into a mindless audience for such nonsense. You chided him then, jokingly saying that someone with only soccer in his head of course would have a hard time understanding such a thing.

It is so funny how it all turned out now.

Itoshi Sae, twenty-four and at the height of his career, stares at his own reflection in the mirror. The room feels smaller and dingy even without anything changing. The marble walls around him felt similar to a caging rib. In the background of his head, the sound of your laugh is as nostalgic as it is suffocating.

In the forefront of it is everything he manages to get and steal back—the raucous sounds of cheers, the swishing of the winning goal against the net, and that brittle yet slowly healing brotherhood of his—

The answer is obvious. The cost of each choice is clear. Sae knows what he should do. A nonsensical nonsense compared to everything he has. And yet.

In the eyes of his reflection, he finds no conviction to take away every feeling he has for you despite knowing the price for it.

A feeling found its weight inside him, weighing itself far heavier than the boulder that pushed against his chest as he coughed up the second petal and more. Sae doesn’t try to put a name on it. He takes in the burning pain that claws its way out from his chest to his throat and stares vacantly at the flowers.

Hydrangea and violets, later, he learns.

On their own, they feel like a penitence.

— the narration, the belief, spoken by ●●●●●.

Itoshi Sae is an odd person who is very cold and distant, yet undeniably beautiful. Looking at him, you could describe him as if he is a masterpiece, a constellation, and a lone figure that is carved in near perfection. It is difficult—most of the time, as your experience had taught you—but, despite it all, anyone could know him, anyone could understand him.

However, putting one’s self in the same pedestal as him would be a whole different story to tell. It isn't impossible. Rin and many others had proven that it was not impossible.

But, to you, you had since long accepted that it would be impossible for you.

Sae, at nine, had been far more excellent than you could ever hope to be. Surrounded and drowned in praises from adults, scoffing at your childish amusement towards space and seas and flowers. Hands wrapping around his little brother’s and around trophies with nonchalance, whilst yours were still holding to pencils and report cards.

Sae, at fourteen, had placed himself in a distance far enough that you had nearly lost him. Sparse conversations and long silence filled with formal, stiff wording from the news about him. Going through it all, it was probably a miracle you could still have a part in his life afterward.

Then, Sae, at twenty-four. Reaching a height and a place that you could have never fathom to imagine. Even a brighter star than before, whilst you watch his rise to glory from the audience’s seat. It isn't a bad thing. There is no bitterness of envy or such in you. In fact, you are very happy for him.

Sae is a hard worker. Sae is hard on himself. Sae deserves all of his successes more than anyone in this world—in a very simple and affectionate manner, that is your feelings towards him through all these years. It is light and ever-present, one that is accompanied by laughs and claps reserved for your childhood friend.

You have always observed him merrily. An odd fondness and sense of companionship grew as Sae let you slot your very mundane self beside his very exceptional self. In each moment he let you witness, the more it is hammered down to you that you are a rare spectator to the birth of something that will exist far beyond you.

Put simply, perhaps, that is how from the very start, you know what your role entails. Perhaps, the reason you are able to stay by his side through all these years because you understand this.

You are simply being conscious of the difference between the two of you. After all, there are no poets who speak of the gods in a way that equates themselves with the celestials. They are different enough for whatever fondness between them to have a natural boundaries on its own without any of them having to put an effort on it.

You are Itoshi Sae’s friend.

You are Itoshi Sae’s spectator.

You are a company that stands behind the line neither you nor Itoshi Sae could ever cross.

Put simply, perhaps, that was why from the very start, it was impossible for you to fall in love with Itoshi Sae.

masterlist. ; next

notes: my dream was to write a sae angst, so here we are. i hope i did good & also you enjoyed this prologue ʚ(˶•-•˶)ɞ ❀ to my baeby @doobea thank you so much for beta-ing this. i was so nervous publishing this you helped this ol me's confidence a lot ;;;;;; to everyone who supported the masterlist post too, thank you;; in the next chapter these the story of these two will start, along with the specific details of such and such. i hope you will look forward to it. nonetheless, once again, thank you for reading! :> if you would give me your feedback, i would be very happy ヾ(´⌣`)ノ have a nice day!

taglist ♡ : @wooasecret @lectris00 @natsukicookies @aluvslink @weirdbutpr3tty @vollereix @raphsimp @scaraslover

please do contact me in case you wanna be added or taken out ouf the taglist ♡ thank you for joining in! :>

[yoisami]

💖 , 🏡 for the written asks game !!

hi souta <3

[yoisami]

SAKIIIIIII 🤳+🌟

hi bae, linked my answer for 🤳 here

[yoisami]

🤳 for the reo gf ( ͡°〓 ͡°)

greetings, yoichi’s wife ⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

[yoisami]

blob blob goes the glob

HAHAHAHAHA, AGAIN !!! 😸

[yoisami]

Handwritten asks

(send me an emoji, I'll write the answer for you!)

🤳 what does your url mean?

💻 what pushed you to make this blog in the first place?

🌧 go to song when you’re feeling depresso?

☀️ go to song when you’re feeling on top of the world?

🧁 favorite memory with a specific song/album?

🍃 favorite part of nature?

💖 something you love about yourself?

🌋 one thing you wish you could be doing right now?

🥤 go-to drink (doesn’t have to be alcoholic!)

🎄 favorite season of the year?

🍀 meaningful life-lesson or quote you vibe to?

🥘 what is the best meal you make? or bake?

💬 something you wish you knew 5 years ago?

🏡 where is your dream house?

🐻 do you have a comfort object? what is it?

🌟 what is something you’ve been proud of recently?

🌅 what does your evening routine look like?

🌺 describe your aesthetic (even if it’s just what you’re wearing now)

📝 do you have a WIP (work in progress)? share a piece of it!

🍄 what is your personality like?

🔥 what kind of kid were you in high school?

🍇 who are you closest to in your family?

(reblog this and let your followers get to know you!)