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KIMI GA SHINU MADE KOI WO SHITAI (2018-present) Pilot Film - Kagari Mimi
"A secret weapon? Sounds cool! I must be awesome!" "I don't ever want to know how it feels... to kill people with a smile on your face."
shoutout to the teenager standing next to me in line at the coffee shop this morning who saw my phone screen and was like “is that an ao3 tab??” and while i just laughed her mother looked at her and asked “what’s ao3?”
we were dead silent and the barista across from us snorted so loud
Au where hua cheng was searching for xie lian more actively so he set a bounty on him and had "have you seen this man" posters with a drawing of xie lian plastered all over the place
Xie Lian finds said poster and goes "when did I offend the ghost king so much he's offering this much money to find me!?"
HIRAKAGI FANS IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THIS FIC YET WHAT ARE YOU DOINNGG
all that we could do with this emotion (10,015 words, G)
up-to-date with the recent chapters! hirano learns to flirt back and kagi…kagi’s going through it.
Excerpt
Hirano finishes his homework before Kagiura and decides to use his free time to watch him concentrate, eager to test what he’s pretty sure he already knows.
He’s got a wrinkled-up line between his eyebrows that Hirano finds charming; he props his chin into his hand and admires the way his face bends and shifts while he works. The way his mouth twitches down trying to piece together something he doesn't understand. How it smooths out when the pieces finally connect.
After a brief stretch of silence, Kagiura’s pencil stills on his paper. His eyes flicker up to meet Hirano’s, his hand twitching around his pencil before tightening up again. Small trickles of red crawl into both cheeks, and then his entire face is overtaken by furious blush.
“You’re—you’re staring at me,” Kagiura points out, weakly. “Did you—did you need something, Hirano-san?”
“Nope,” Hirano says, forcing down his embarrassment to put all his attention into teasing him. He leans back as casually as he can with his elbow on one knee and asks, “Am I not allowed to look at my boyfriend?”
“Um,” Kagiura squeaks out, ducking his head and fidgeting more with his pencil. “Ummm.” He taps it against his page two more times. Circles his thumb against the eraser. Clutches the base of it and then taps the tip of it against his paper one more time. He groans loudly, listing forward to plant his face in the center of the desk, the pencil rolling uselessly out of his hand.
Hirano’s chest tingles, a distinct feeling he’s still not used to but starting to really like. He wonders if it’s the same as Kagiura feels whenever they touch each other. He reaches out to poke his limp hand and says, “Quit slacking off and finish your damn homework.”
Kagiura lets out a wheezing sound equivalent to that of a popped tire Hirano optimistically interprets as defeat.
Hirano, on the other hand, has never felt more victorious in the entire 18 years he’s been alive.
LMY (and others') view of moshang: And then the big scary ice demon pushed down the weak, trembling cultivator who was unable to escape his tender mercies.
meanwhile Moshang:
MBJ, robes artfully falling around his chest: Shang Qinghua. Come to bed.
SQH, all but stabbing the paper with red ink: Not now, Daddy's about to end this man's whole career.
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