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Name: Rina

Age: 19

Pronouns: she/her

Status: I check like once every few months lmfao

Current Interest(s): Gojo Satoru

Profile by 一般人

Header - Butterflies by William Closson

Sidebar - Wild Roses by Margaretha Roosenboom

(Last updated: Nov. 10, 2025)

Hah, what work?

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Character commission for @blxckbutterfli Thank you so much!

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This is the ref picrew btw, look at what torture did to my girl 🤧🥀 (I made her go through it)

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Haitani Rindou: Tears on a Bandage

—Character. Rindou

—Contains. Typical canon violence (gangs, fights, blood, etc), angst, lotsa crying, toxic relationship (At least, im pretty sure this is?? idk)

—Wordcount. 1.48k

—Note. Idk what this story is, i quite literally just word vomited.

You try to ignore the notifications showing up on your screen, the familiar name texting you making your knuckles turn white as its grip on the controller tightened. Instead, you try to focus on your game on the TV screen, attempting to move your little character past obstacles. There was a period of silence where you got to finally focus on the game, only to then lose as the timer ran out, eliminating you. That was when your phone rang, Rindou’s name big and clear on your screen, something you can no longer ignore.

This isn’t gonna be anything good.

You told yourself.

He’s only going to bring trouble.

Even still, your hand swiped the answer bar.

From the other side came heavy breathing and the passing sound of the still busy streets, and after a pause, Rindou spoke. “Hey-”

“Is it only you?” Calm and steady, you remind yourself, remain calm and steady.

“What?” You could barely hear his answer. A quiet grunt soon followed, what you can only assume was from pain.

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m alone.”

“Good, you can come over. Don’t… leave any trails behind.” It never got easier.

“Yeah, I know. You always tell me this.”

You ended the call, tossing the phone on the couch with a huff. You want to scream and cry at the same time; you want to curse the man out for constantly contacting you even when you two have broken thing soff; you want to curse yourself for answering him.

But have you really ever broken things off? It’s not like this was any different from the last year of your relationship with Rindou.

With a groan, you trudged to the kitchen to pull out the med-kit from the cabinet.

It was another ten minutes before you heard the bell ring, and lo and behold, you opened the door to Rindou leaning against the doorframe. His clothes smeared with dirty, and soaked in sweat and blood.

“What the fuck.”

“It’s not my blood. At least, not most of it.” Your lips quiver, so you step aside to wordlessly let him in the house. You’re thankful he doesn’t see your face when he steps inside, at least then you can push back the tears welling up in your eyes.

Just do what you always do.

Calm and steady.

Rindou made a beeline to the sink, washing out the blood from the cut on his arm, hissing at the sting. “It’s nothing much, only a small cut on the…” he trailed off as he turned around and saw you. Standing by the kitchen entrance, your body tense and even at that distance, he could hear the shaky breath you let out.

“Nothing much,” Rindou reassured, “just need a small stitch.”

You tended to him in silence, not once meeting his eyes.

It never got easier.

Not even after four years of dating Rindou and even more years knowing him, years of violence, hiding away, and tending to his wounds. With every wound you tended to, a piece of your heart chipped away; every time Rindou disappeared only to show up weeks later, injured from his mission, your eyes cried until nothing was left. Until all that was left of you was the constant anxiety and fear of not knowing anything. Where are Bonten’s enemies? Can you leave the hideaway? Are you safe? Was Rindou safe? Was he even alive?

So you broke it off, no longer able to deal with the constant stress. Heartbreak after heartbreak every time he came home.

“Look at me.” Rindou broke the silence. You tensed, grip tightening around his injury. “Look at me, please.” His voice was soft, plea barely audible. He reached out when you shook your head, his other hand lifting your chin to face him. It must’ve hurt, the strong grip you had on his injured arm, it must sting and he must want to cry from pain, but his touch was still so gentle, fingers rubbing over your cheek.

Calm and…

You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“I’m sorry.” Rindou picked a tissue and wiped your tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Then why are you here?” You croaked between tears, “If you’re sorry, why are you here? Why do you keep coming back?!”

And why do you keep letting him come back?

Rindou froze, and for the first time, he looked away from you.

“I told you I can’t keep doing this, I don’t want to be part of the violence anymore. So please, why are you still here?” You’re not even sure if he understood your words spat through the tears anymore, all of it slurring together as one.

“I’m scared,” he muttered. “They know your face. I’m scared that if I don’t visit, the next time I’ll see you, you’ll be…”

Dead.

Your nails unconsciously dug into his skin, yet that unbearable pain was nothing compared to the nightmares he’d have of you—shot dead, blood pooling around your body, hands cold. But behind that, the second worst pain, it was seeing you cry because of him.

Rindou had made you cry, chipping away your heart until there was nothing left and even then he still kept taking more. Invading your life even after you tried so hard to escape and conform back to a normal life.

“Can’t you see the more you visit, the more they’ll track me to you? Can’t you see that by leaving me the fuck alone, I’ll be safer? I’ll be… I’ll be…” you swallowed before saying the last words, “I’ll be happier?”

Rindou jerked away, half-moon crescents dug into his skin right at the bandage’s border. You were right, it made most sense to stay away from you, but how could he? The only love he’s received in his entire life other than his brother, how could he let it go so easily?

But seeing the tears in your eyes, your cracked voice through the sobs, how could he continue hurting you?

Rindou abruptly stood up, scaring you into a flinch. Even further reason to slap himself for later in private. For now though, he had to get away. Yes, that’s right, he had to. You were right, the more he was with you, the more you’re at risk. It wasn’t like he made the greatest getaway earlier, either, surely in is tired state he might’ve left some trace behind. Rindou was never as careful as Ran.

He had to. He had to get away. With a quick thank you, Rindou rushed to the door. Get away from you, and never come back. Never come back? No, would he even be able to hold back? Maybe he’ll watch from afar then. However, is that what you really want? You’ll be even more paranoid once you find out he had actually given you false freedom. Think. He couldn’t think when he’s around you. Get away. Get away to come up with a plan. Get away to make you happy.

“Wait!” You shouted at him from your door, Rindou already in the middle of your front porch.

What are you doing? You want to slap yourself.

“Wait.” You reached out a hand to him.

You’re being an idiot.

“Where are you going?!”

Don’t leave.

“Your bandage, it’s…”

Glancing down at Rindou’s bandage, it was indeed a mess. The gauze loosely wrapped around his arm and on the verge of falling apart.

“I don’t know what you want anymore,” Rindou said.

You don’t know what you want either.

You don’t know why you stopped him from leaving.

Isn’t that what you wanted?

Why are you begging him to stay?

“Will you be happier?” Rindou asked, “If I actually leave, will you be happier?”

You don’t answer.

Rindou took a step toward you, “Answer me.” Another step. “You’ll be safer if I leave.” Another step. “It makes more sense if I do.” Another. “But do you want me to leave?”

He stood in front of you, his meeting yours, and you could tell. It was glassy, just like yours.

“Bandage.” Was all you could mutter, “We need to… fix the…”

Rindou called out your name.

“Please.” You interrupted him. “Don’t le… I mean, fix the bandage.” You took a hold on his hand, gently tugging him inside the house again. He quietly scoffed but complied anyway, agreeing and repeating what you said in murmurs.

Bandage.

Fix the bandage.

“We’ll fix it together.”

So he sat down at your kitchen again, you took your post across his, and once again, you do what you always do—tend to his wounds.

Calm and steady.

You had tried to hard to run away from everything. You wanted to start a new life, no gangs, no violence, none. Yet looking at where you are now, you wanted to laugh at the hilarity of it all.

Rindou could never leave you alone, could he?

And like a fool, you’ll always let him.

Please reblog and leave feedback, it really makes us writers happy if you do and gives us more motivation!!

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rereading this years later like damn, I was cooking pretty damn good for some random ass high schooler, but my writing has regressed so much since then 😓

[0lavenderbunny0]

Hello!! May I request headcanons of the windbreaker boys (separate) helping reader learn how to fight but then the reader accidentally gets hurt? Like reader doesn't know how to fight at all so they ask the boys to teach them but the boys failed to control their strength/gets a little too rough and accidentally injured reader a bit and now they feel super guilty. The image of them freaking out seems so funny.

Sounds highly likely and very very fun.. I do apologize for the lack of characters, If there are specific characters you wished to see, please request them! But for now, these are the people I chose to include!! I hope you enjoy reading! :3 -Vi

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°• 𝑺𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒌𝒂 •°

-It would begin very uhm.. awkward.

"You want to learn fighting? from.. me?" (O∆O")

-At first he'd see where you're at, asking you to get in a fighting stance. Throw a punch or two and get an idea of how he should teach you. He isn't used to this stuff!! He doesn't want to disappoint you. Plus, if there were anyone who'd try to harm you when he isn't around, you'll have to hold them off till he does arrive.

-When he does see you aren't exactly.. fighting material, he starts you off with the basics!

A few punches..

a kick or two..

Then, you insisted on going head on, which he was hesitant of. More so for your safety than his. (T-T)

That was till you suddenly charged at him at of nowhere.

"OI! What are you do-"

he immediately moved in a protective stance, countering you. He was so surprised by your suddeness a second ago, it took him a little while to register you on the floor..

"Eh..?" he muttered while looking at you, still processing.

"What was that for-?!" you yelled out.

"You're the one who charged at me!!" he shouted in a panic.

"You said to go at you with all I've got!" you replied back..

"I wasn't expecting you to charge at me like that instantly!"

He would have continued yelling. If it weren't for him noticing the slight redness on your knee and palm. His gaze softened and he sighed before muttering a quick, "Stay still."

as he left in a little hurry.

In about 5 minutes he came back with a first aid kit, and a sweet treat he knows you like.

"Sit up properly."

as he was treating your minor scratches. You looked at him for a little too long to which he noticed.. Which resulted in little Sakura getting all red!!

"Stop looking at me like that.."

Sakura's note to self: Be more gentle during training and bring extra sweets.

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°• 𝑺𝒖𝒐 𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒐 •°

He was sipping on his tea when you barged in with the sudden determination to learn how to fight. His reaction was simply..

"Is there someone bothering you that you have the need to ask for self-defense lessons?"

You immediately shook your head, telling him how it's for emergencies and you liked how elegantly and swiftly he did it. To which he agreed soon after.

He didn't need to asses you much to know how you're able to fight. Everyone has potential. He examined your features, flexibility, agility and all that through a few tests.

"I'm sorry, you want me to WHAT?!"

he simply smiled with his eyes closed. "React Accordingly."

He immediately threw a punch. One that never managed to hit you. You reacted as he expected. Stepping back immediately, covering your face.

He was determined to get you to fight back against whoever might have the nerve to mess with you.

He was training you really well, his gaze focused on you bettering your training so you can fight back any threat, but he didn't realize that.. he might have overworked you.

As you were about to throw another punch, it never landed, not like most of your punches did, but you fell to the floor, well, almost. He caught you before your head ever smacked on it.

He was upset at himself for overworking you. A little blinded by the fact he wanted you to be able to protect yourself. He went a little too far.

He carried you inside, letting you rest.

And you woke up to a little note. a snack and some tea.

"I'll be out for a bit, I apologize for overworking you. I'll be certain to treat you the next time we eat out. Please do rest. I'll make sure our next training is adjusted to your standards. Forgive me. -𝑺𝒖𝒐 𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒐"

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°• 𝑲𝒚ō𝒕𝒂𝒓ō 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂 •°

His reaction was simply..

"Ehhhh..??" (T - T)

He was utterly confused. But after you explained it was because you saw how he fought that you wanted to fight like that too.

He seemed a little more willing.

He prepared himself as he held his palms up for you to punch without assessing you. Thinking it'll be alright. That was till you started throwing random punches at random places that forced him to back up and for you to punch while running at him.

In his panic, he hit you. Not exactly a punch, more like a shove.. as he was panting.. He looked at you as you were stumbling backwards and fell on your butt.

He was in deep panic.. he stood there with his arms out and legs spread, looking around him, at you and mind racing..

He was frozen in shock. Panic. Till he heard your laughter.

"Pfft.. Hey, hey.. I'm alright."

His eyes softened, seeing you get up, dusting yourself off.

He went to your aside, assessing the damage before he ran off somewhere. As you continued dusting yourself off, he ran back shoving your favorite drink from the vending machine in your face.

It was his form of an apology.

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°• 𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝑲𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒖 •°

He had thought he misheard you..

It wasn't till you sat down with him, explaining how you felt more comfortable having this in your arsenal whenever you go out at night alone.

Which he gave an understanding nod.

He was gentle the whole time.

Guiding your body and helping you stretch. He was respectful of course. Asking your permission before moving and touching you.

It wasn't until the actual sparring that you gave him a heart attack.

He demonstrated a simple move.

"There, now try it-"

Before he knew it, you began trying to imitate him. Like you knew how to do the move, you gave it your shot to which he yelped.

"W-Wait!!"

"Ack-!"

you yelled out.

falling on your side. Wincing as you look at him from below.

For a moment, he stared at you in worry.

Trying to assess how to deal with the current situation appropriately.

He remained with a worried look before letting out a small sigh and laughing a little before he helped you up..

"You didn't even give me time to explain how to do the move.."

he says as he hold a hand to his mouth, stifling laughter. Which resulted in a glare from you that held no genuine anger.

You began dusting yourself off. Where you see him with a thoughtful smile.

"That's enough training for now, let's go to new cafe in town. My treat."

He helped you up and you happily accept his offer.

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°• 𝑯𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑼𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒚𝒂 •°

He was eager. A little too eager.

He excitedly and happily agreed.

He was determined to help you. He always is when helping his fellow students! Plus, you were like family to him. And he was known to be protective of those he cares about.

He wasn't going to take anything less than serious. He cared about your safety and well-being.

So began with a speech/lecture about using your capabilities and fighting to help others. What it meant to use them for right causes, when exactly you have to use them and such.

Then he began with a demonstration. To which he carefully explained the steps.

And in a few tries, you were able to pull it off. And you two grew from there.

It got to a point, he wanted you to do a tricky move. Just to see if you were able to.

It started off as planned, yet in the end, your ankle twisted a little which caused you to fall.

His face absolutely grimaced.

"What did- I don't understand, you were doing so good! Uhm.. don't panic.." He looked left and right before grabbing the emergency kit he had prepared.

After he got you all patched up, he sighed in relief.. Checking for anymore injuries until he left out a sigh and laugh.

"You seriously had me worried for you, you know..? Maybe next time we'll build up to trickier moves."

then as he glanced at you again. before smiling and giving you a gentle punch to the shoulder.

"But you sure do got a lot of potential, I'll tell you that!" He yelled out with a smile.

Bright as ever.

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Wowzers, that was a lot! I sure do hope you enjoyed what I was able to provide!! Again, my requests are always open!! Sorry some of the others are a little short!! T-T This was a pretty good first request answered! So yippie!! Have a wonderful rest of your day/night!! -Vi

[blxckbutterfli]

RAAAAAAHH I love all the lil emotes showing off their emotions. Sakura and Kiryu are adorable <3

[valtsv]

people are so weird about self insert ocs actually. like why wouldn't you want a made up little guy who's like you except cooler and they get to live all your fantasies? what are you afraid of? having fun? free yourself

[valtsv]

people will really try to tell you "self insert ocs are cringe" like okay then. when you play a first person pov video game with character customization options do you not style them at least a little bit to reflect yourself as the player? have you never thought about what an ideal version of you with no restrictions would look and act like? do you never imagine yourself in situations? open your eyes

[valtsv]

"self insert ocs are cringe" lol i'm hanging out with all my favorite characters in my mind and we aren't even talking about you

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Xiao: We Can Eat It

I am literally begging tumblr to let this show up in the tags. Tysm to @kiamei2010 for the help, let's hope it actually works this time.

—Characters. Xiao, gn!reader

—Contains. Fluff

—Note. I watched a simplynailogical video

A few bubbles formed and popped on top of the thick syrup over the kitchen stove, the sweet smell of maple wafting throughout the kitchen, and maybe to the reception too. You hoped Verr won’t mind the smell. Thankfully, the inn was less crowded than usual–while it might’ve been a little money lost from the boss–this means that Xiao could freely roam around the inn and you won’t have to sneak past the many guests.

Black mist formed behind you then out came Xiao holding a tray of snow that you asked for earlier. You giggle when you saw him, remembering how he grumbled when you first asked for him to do something before teleporting away with a barely audible “fine.” Yet he still did the job perfectly–a tray of perfectly clean snow leveled into an even layer without any bumps.

Seeing white particles on his hair, you reached your hand over to gently dust it off. Xiao gave you a curious look to which you responded, “you had snow on your hair”, with a smile. And like always, he grumbled and walked away, but not before you could see the light pink dust on his ears.

What a meanie, you thought as you lovingly gazed at his back, if you didn’t know better, you’d thought he hated your guts. Even with his reserved personality, he was still so polite to everyone else but always mean to you. Actually, you did think that once, but it wasn’t until Verr Goldet gave you hints about his past that you understood.

He was scared of hurting you if he stayed around too much.

Of course, after learning that, you dragged him on many more adventures whether you had to force him to or not… Which most of the time you had to. And him gathering snow was only one of the many things you asked–or rather begged– him to do over the course of your friendship.

But then that made you wonder, why does he treat that blonde traveler politely? Verr assured you he wasn’t playing favorites but it still stung a little. Oh well, you brushed the bad thought away, back to work.

“What are you making?” Xiao silently appeared behind you, peering over the look at the now boiling maple syrup. As if you never felt any sadness earlier, you heartily grinned as you recalled the fond memory of your childhood.

“Candy,” you answered, “back in my hometown, our winter carnival would sell this every year! I swear if I didn’t have my parents to stop me from eating this taffy, I would have rotten teeth by now.”

A concerned look appeared on Xiao’s face for a second before it disappeared as quickly as it came. It was another pointless human tradition, one that serves nothing but entertainment in a mortal’s short lifespan. But at least here, you can enjoy it together alone.

You poured the hot syrup over the snow in straight lines, and after waiting for a few seconds, you took a popsicle stick and rolled the syrup–now cooled down into a sticky taffy–onto the stick. “Tada! Adanac’s super-special-one-of-a-kind sticky maple syrup taffy with bits of snow stuck to it for some extra texture!”

Xiao did not understand half of what you just said.

Nonetheless, you shoved the stick into his hand, a determined look in your eyes seeking for his approval of your… ‘super-special-one-of-a-kind’ taffy. With a sigh, he brought it to his lips and took a bite. “See? See? It’s good isn’t it?” you egged him on.

“It’s not bad,” he said with a hum, to which you cheered, a hearty laugh, and a small jump at his approval of the candy. To tell the truth, it was nothing special, its taste nowhere near the deliciousness of almond tofu, and the sticky texture that stuck to his teeth slightly irritated him. But to see you this happy was enough.

You humans already lived such a short lifespan, he didn’t want to waste time making you miserable. You were like a little lantern lighting up a small portion of his dark night, and though it may not be significant in the long run, he hoped he could protect it as long as possible.

Xiao could only hope that you could stay with him just a little longer before his karma caught onto you too.

BONUS SCENE

“It’s such a waste though,” he interrupted your cheering.

“Huh? Are you calling the candy that I made with so much love and care a waste?!” You pouted.

“No, we can’t just leave the snow, it’ll be a waste of food.’ After saying that, Xiao grabbed a fistful of snow and shoved it into his mouth.

What?

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated ♡

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Reblog and put in the tags your biggest NOTP (most disliked ship)

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Haitani Rindou: Tears on a Bandage

—Character. Rindou

—Contains. Typical canon violence (gangs, fights, blood, etc), angst, lotsa crying, toxic relationship (At least, im pretty sure this is?? idk)

—Wordcount. 1.48k

—Note. Idk what this story is, i quite literally just word vomited.

You try to ignore the notifications showing up on your screen, the familiar name texting you making your knuckles turn white as its grip on the controller tightened. Instead, you try to focus on your game on the TV screen, attempting to move your little character past obstacles. There was a period of silence where you got to finally focus on the game, only to then lose as the timer ran out, eliminating you. That was when your phone rang, Rindou’s name big and clear on your screen, something you can no longer ignore.

This isn’t gonna be anything good.

You told yourself.

He’s only going to bring trouble.

Even still, your hand swiped the answer bar.

From the other side came heavy breathing and the passing sound of the still busy streets, and after a pause, Rindou spoke. “Hey-”

“Is it only you?” Calm and steady, you remind yourself, remain calm and steady.

“What?” You could barely hear his answer. A quiet grunt soon followed, what you can only assume was from pain.

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m alone.”

“Good, you can come over. Don’t… leave any trails behind.” It never got easier.

“Yeah, I know. You always tell me this.”

You ended the call, tossing the phone on the couch with a huff. You want to scream and cry at the same time; you want to curse the man out for constantly contacting you even when you two have broken thing soff; you want to curse yourself for answering him.

But have you really ever broken things off? It’s not like this was any different from the last year of your relationship with Rindou.

With a groan, you trudged to the kitchen to pull out the med-kit from the cabinet.

It was another ten minutes before you heard the bell ring, and lo and behold, you opened the door to Rindou leaning against the doorframe. His clothes smeared with dirty, and soaked in sweat and blood.

“What the fuck.”

“It’s not my blood. At least, not most of it.” Your lips quiver, so you step aside to wordlessly let him in the house. You’re thankful he doesn’t see your face when he steps inside, at least then you can push back the tears welling up in your eyes.

Just do what you always do.

Calm and steady.

Rindou made a beeline to the sink, washing out the blood from the cut on his arm, hissing at the sting. “It’s nothing much, only a small cut on the…” he trailed off as he turned around and saw you. Standing by the kitchen entrance, your body tense and even at that distance, he could hear the shaky breath you let out.

“Nothing much,” Rindou reassured, “just need a small stitch.”

You tended to him in silence, not once meeting his eyes.

It never got easier.

Not even after four years of dating Rindou and even more years knowing him, years of violence, hiding away, and tending to his wounds. With every wound you tended to, a piece of your heart chipped away; every time Rindou disappeared only to show up weeks later, injured from his mission, your eyes cried until nothing was left. Until all that was left of you was the constant anxiety and fear of not knowing anything. Where are Bonten’s enemies? Can you leave the hideaway? Are you safe? Was Rindou safe? Was he even alive?

So you broke it off, no longer able to deal with the constant stress. Heartbreak after heartbreak every time he came home.

“Look at me.” Rindou broke the silence. You tensed, grip tightening around his injury. “Look at me, please.” His voice was soft, plea barely audible. He reached out when you shook your head, his other hand lifting your chin to face him. It must’ve hurt, the strong grip you had on his injured arm, it must sting and he must want to cry from pain, but his touch was still so gentle, fingers rubbing over your cheek.

Calm and…

You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“I’m sorry.” Rindou picked a tissue and wiped your tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Then why are you here?” You croaked between tears, “If you’re sorry, why are you here? Why do you keep coming back?!”

And why do you keep letting him come back?

Rindou froze, and for the first time, he looked away from you.

“I told you I can’t keep doing this, I don’t want to be part of the violence anymore. So please, why are you still here?” You’re not even sure if he understood your words spat through the tears anymore, all of it slurring together as one.

“I’m scared,” he muttered. “They know your face. I’m scared that if I don’t visit, the next time I’ll see you, you’ll be…”

Dead.

Your nails unconsciously dug into his skin, yet that unbearable pain was nothing compared to the nightmares he’d have of you—shot dead, blood pooling around your body, hands cold. But behind that, the second worst pain, it was seeing you cry because of him.

Rindou had made you cry, chipping away your heart until there was nothing left and even then he still kept taking more. Invading your life even after you tried so hard to escape and conform back to a normal life.

“Can’t you see the more you visit, the more they’ll track me to you? Can’t you see that by leaving me the fuck alone, I’ll be safer? I’ll be… I’ll be…” you swallowed before saying the last words, “I’ll be happier?”

Rindou jerked away, half-moon crescents dug into his skin right at the bandage’s border. You were right, it made most sense to stay away from you, but how could he? The only love he’s received in his entire life other than his brother, how could he let it go so easily?

But seeing the tears in your eyes, your cracked voice through the sobs, how could he continue hurting you?

Rindou abruptly stood up, scaring you into a flinch. Even further reason to slap himself for later in private. For now though, he had to get away. Yes, that’s right, he had to. You were right, the more he was with you, the more you’re at risk. It wasn’t like he made the greatest getaway earlier, either, surely in is tired state he might’ve left some trace behind. Rindou was never as careful as Ran.

He had to. He had to get away. With a quick thank you, Rindou rushed to the door. Get away from you, and never come back. Never come back? No, would he even be able to hold back? Maybe he’ll watch from afar then. However, is that what you really want? You’ll be even more paranoid once you find out he had actually given you false freedom. Think. He couldn’t think when he’s around you. Get away. Get away to come up with a plan. Get away to make you happy.

“Wait!” You shouted at him from your door, Rindou already in the middle of your front porch.

What are you doing? You want to slap yourself.

“Wait.” You reached out a hand to him.

You’re being an idiot.

“Where are you going?!”

Don’t leave.

“Your bandage, it’s…”

Glancing down at Rindou’s bandage, it was indeed a mess. The gauze loosely wrapped around his arm and on the verge of falling apart.

“I don’t know what you want anymore,” Rindou said.

You don’t know what you want either.

You don’t know why you stopped him from leaving.

Isn’t that what you wanted?

Why are you begging him to stay?

“Will you be happier?” Rindou asked, “If I actually leave, will you be happier?”

You don’t answer.

Rindou took a step toward you, “Answer me.” Another step. “You’ll be safer if I leave.” Another step. “It makes more sense if I do.” Another. “But do you want me to leave?”

He stood in front of you, his meeting yours, and you could tell. It was glassy, just like yours.

“Bandage.” Was all you could mutter, “We need to… fix the…”

Rindou called out your name.

“Please.” You interrupted him. “Don’t le… I mean, fix the bandage.” You took a hold on his hand, gently tugging him inside the house again. He quietly scoffed but complied anyway, agreeing and repeating what you said in murmurs.

Bandage.

Fix the bandage.

“We’ll fix it together.”

So he sat down at your kitchen again, you took your post across his, and once again, you do what you always do—tend to his wounds.

Calm and steady.

You had tried to hard to run away from everything. You wanted to start a new life, no gangs, no violence, none. Yet looking at where you are now, you wanted to laugh at the hilarity of it all.

Rindou could never leave you alone, could he?

And like a fool, you’ll always let him.

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My sister introduced me to the NSFW Alphabet and SFW Alphabet fanfic prompts, and I thought they were cool and would love to write something using them. But I really wanted to make my own alphabet prompt with stuff that has nothing to do with sex or romance, so here it is! Useful for aro/ace authors or just folks who want to explore other facets of a character. This is more detailed because each letter has a bunch of questions related to the topic--the idea is to pick one or two of those questions to address. Have fun!

A = Aesthetic. What kind of clothes do they like? Do they prioritize fashion, their personal sense of style, comfort, or utility? How does their budget affect their style? Do they have good fashion sense? What colors do they like? What is other people’s impression of their style? Have they ever been teased about their clothes? Would their style be considered rebellious or counterculture? Do they take good care of their clothes? Do they imitate or pay homage to someone in the way they dress? Does someone give them clothes, and do they wear them? Does someone assist them with dressing (helping with corset, tie, etc.)?

B = Babies. Do they want kids? Do they have kids? How do they interact with babies/children? How do they experience pregnancy/adoption? How do they connect with their inner child? What was their childhood like? Have they ever babysat someone else’s children? Have they ever felt especially maternal/paternal towards another character?

C = Comfort. When did they want/need comfort from another character (did they seek it out? Did they get it?) When have they given comfort to another character? What kind of self-care do they like to do? What helps them relax or de-stress? What are some (healthy or unhealthy) coping mechanisms that they use? When have they healed from something that hurt them in the past? When have they encountered something that reopened old wounds? When have they cried when they really needed to? When has something good happened to them that they didn’t think would (or should)? When have they taken back something that was taken from them? When have they been so happy they forgot their pain in the moment? Who is consistently there for them when they need comfort?

D = Delicious. What foods do they like? What foods do they dislike? Are they good at cooking? When have they cooked for someone? When has someone cooked for them? What is a memorable meal they have had or shared with someone? What do they do with leftovers? What foods do they usually have on hand? What do they eat on special occasions? Do they prefer to eat alone, or with other people? What is their comfort food? What did they eat growing up? Are they an adventurous eater? Are they good at judging how much food they can eat? How often do they forget to eat? Do they have any sort of special diet?

E = Entertainment. What do they do for fun? What do other people think is fun that they just don’t get? What kinds of stories do they like? What kind of music do they make or listen to? What hobbies do they have, and how serious are they about them? What’s a pastime they have that another character would disapprove of? What is their guilty pleasure? What are they like when they get bored? Are they more likely to stick with one activity, or flit from one to another? What kind of social activities do they like? What is something they only do with friends or loved ones? When have they connected with a stranger through something they both enjoyed? When have they been surprised to find someone who shared a common interest?

F = Fears. What large and small fears do they have? Where do those fears come from? How do they cope with their fears? Are other people afraid of them, and why? How likely are their fears to come to pass? What actions do they consider risky?

G = Goals. What are some short term and long term goals that they hope to accomplish? Are these realistic goals? Do they plan for the future or focus on the present or past? Are their goals in conflict with their current actions? Are their goals in conflict with someone else’s goals?

H = Home. What does their home look like? How do they decorate it? Which items have been with them for a long time, and which ones are new? Do they have any heirlooms or keepsakes? How is their housekeeping? How often have they moved to a new home? Who do they live with? Do they have neighbors?

I = Injury. When have they been injured? How do they deal with being injured? What kind of relationship do they have with doctors? When has someone they know been injured? How careful are they to avoid injury? Do they have any physical disabilities? How do those impact their daily life?

J = Jokes. What kind of humor do they like? How often do they make jokes? How do they respond to other peoples’ jokes? Do they think they’re funny, and are they actually? When was a time a joke they made fell flat or backfired? What does their laughter sound like? What does their smile look like? When have they smiled in a way that someone noticed? When have they laughed at something they shouldn’t have?

K = Knowledge. What is something they know a lot about? What is a topic they have strong opinions about (whether or not these are correct or rational opinions)? What is something they will talk about for hours? What are they curious about? Do they know any secrets? What is something they know that other people would consider obscure or strange? What is a gap in their knowledge?

L = Loss. How do they grieve? Who have they lost? Have they lost a place or time that was important to them? Have they lost a part of themselves? Have they lost social standing, connection with someone, or a group identity? Have they given up an old identity to embrace one that fits them better? Have they lost access to resources or information they once had? When have they tried to regain something or someone they lost? When have they rediscovered something or someone they thought was lost?

M = Mad. What annoys them? When have they gotten really angry? How do they express anger? How do they respond to other characters getting angry or annoyed? When have they said something hurtful that they regretted? When have they felt vindicated? How have they made amends after hurting someone, or had someone make amends after hurting them? How accountable are they for their actions, and how readily do they apologize? What would offend them? What would be a mortal insult to them?

N = Normal. How well do they fit society’s expectations of them? How much do they care about social norms, and which ones matter to them more or less than others? Do they stand out in a crowd? How memorable are they to other characters? What are some things they do that other people think are odd or quirky? What are some assumptions they have from their upbringing that are not actually a common experience? Are they neurodivergent? How does that impact them? What experiences have they had that give them a unique perspective or worldview?

O = Obligations. Do they have a strong sense of duty? What obligations do they believe they have, and which ones are most important to them? Who do they feel obligated to? Do they owe, or have owed to them, any debts? How likely are those debts to be repaid, and in what manner? Do they have a strong sense of justice? Are they likely to speak up or intervene when they believe something is unjust? How far are they willing to go to fulfill their obligations?

P = Presents. What gifts have they given or received? When do they give gifts? How do they feel about receiving gifts? What do they do if they are gifted something they don’t like or want? What do they do if they are gifted something embarrassing? Have they ever given or received a prank gift or novelty gift? What gifts are they most likely to appreciate? Are they generous? Are they more likely to buy a gift or make it themselves? When have they given themselves a gift?

Q = Quiet. What activities do they do when they’re alone? How often do they seek solitude? How often do they feel lonely? How do they cope with loneliness? When have they felt isolated, abandoned, or rejected? When have they had peace and quiet? When have they felt silenced or ignored? When have they chosen not to speak? When have they regretted speaking? Do they prefer noisy or quiet environments? Do they sing or talk to themselves when they are alone? How does their behavior change when they are alone versus when they are around other people?

R = Rules. Do they always obey the law? How do they feel about rules? How do they feel about law enforcement or the legal system? What personal rules do they live by? What boundaries do they set for other people, and how well do they maintain them? When have they negotiated with another character? Do they keep their promises? Do they have double standards about who certain rules apply to? What circumstances might cause them to break rules they normally follow, or obey rules they normally disregard?

S = Slumber. What kind of sleep schedule do they have? Do they usually get enough sleep? Are they often tired? Do they take naps? Where are they likely to fall asleep? Do they prefer to sleep alone or with someone else? How much noise/disturbance can they sleep through? Do they usually have dreams, and are they usually good or bad dreams? What position(s) do they sleep in? How many blankets and pillows do they use? What is on their nightstand/within reach of their bed? Do they keep stuffed animals or other items on the bed? Is there anything under their pillow? Do they sleep with their door open or closed? Do they use a night light? What do they wear to bed? Do they snore or drool? Do they sleepwalk? When has someone else fallen asleep in their presence? Have they ever pranked a sleeping person or been pranked while asleep?

T = Tenderness. How affectionate are they? How do they show their affection? How do they respond to affection? How do they respond to compliments? What do they do for their friends/loved ones without being asked? When have they been nice to someone they didn’t actually like? When have they been surprised by someone being nice to them? How polite are they to their friends? How polite are they to strangers? How polite are they to enemies? What do they consider adequate hospitality, and how seriously do they take hospitality? How readily do they help others? How readily do they accept help? Are they kind to themselves? Are they kind to others?

U = Understanding. How perceptive are they of other peoples’ feelings? How good are they at working out other peoples’ motives? How good are they at communicating? How trusting are they of others? When have they trusted someone they shouldn’t have? When have they not trusted someone they should have? When have they misinterpreted someone’s feelings? When have they had a serious miscommunication? When have they manipulated someone? When have they been manipulated? How much do they care if their actions hurt someone? When have they completely reevaluated their opinion of someone? When have they made a bad first impression? When have they been or felt betrayed? When has someone else been or felt betrayed by them? Who do they have difficulty getting along with? Who do they get along with easily? How do they argue or resolve a disagreement?

V = Valor. When have they done something really brave? Are they a brave person in general? Do other characters view them as such? Under what circumstances are they likely to act bravely? What are their feelings about courage and boldness? When have they done something that was bold, but not smart? When have they wished they were brave enough to do something? Is there another character they regard as particularly courageous, and are they right about that?

W = Weather. What is their favorite kind of weather? What is their least favorite kind of weather? How do they prepare for the weather? When have they been caught out in bad weather? What do they do in cold weather? What do they do in hot weather? How do they behave during thunderstorms? Do they like stargazing or watching the clouds? Have they ever been snowed in with someone?

X = Exit. How easily do they give up? Are they flaky? How often and in what circumstances do they cut ties with a person? Are they more likely to ghost a person or thoroughly burn their bridges? How likely are they to seek to renew a relationship that previously ended? How often do they drop a project or activity they were previously interested in? Are they afraid of commitment? How are they with deadlines or appointments? When have they persisted in something despite wanting to give up or run away? When have they refused to give up something or drop someone they probably should have? When have they broken a bad habit? When has giving up been good for them, even if they didn’t feel good about it at the time? When have they thought they couldn’t do something they actually could? When have they thought they could do something they actually couldn’t?

Y = Yesterday. What is a memory they cherish? What is a memory that haunts or torments them? What is something they regret? What is a memory they wish they could forget? When have they forgotten something that was important? Are they forgetful? When have they felt nostalgic? When have they been reminded of something unexpectedly? When has a character reminded them of someone else? When have they caught themselves acting like someone else?

Z = Zone. When have they become so focused on something they forgot their surroundings? What activities do they feel like doing when they have more energy than usual? How often do they have the energy to do things they want to? When have they spent the day cleaning house? When have they gotten caught up in the rhythm of a song? When have they worked well together with someone? When have they stayed up all night doing something?

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Skip Google for Research

As Google has worked to overtake the internet, its search algorithm has not just gotten worse.  It has been designed to prioritize advertisers and popular pages often times excluding pages and content that better matches your search terms 

As a writer in need of information for my stories, I find this unacceptable.  As a proponent of availability of information so the populace can actually educate itself, it is unforgivable.

Below is a concise list of useful research sites compiled by Edward Clark over on Facebook. I was familiar with some, but not all of these.

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Google is so powerful that it “hides” other search systems from us. We just don’t know the existence of most of them. Meanwhile, there are still a huge number of excellent searchers in the world who specialize in books, science, other smart information. Keep a list of sites you never heard of.

www.refseek.com - Academic Resource Search. More than a billion sources: encyclopedia, monographies, magazines.

www.worldcat.org - a search for the contents of 20 thousand worldwide libraries. Find out where lies the nearest rare book you need.

https://link.springer.com - access to more than 10 million scientific documents: books, articles, research protocols.

www.bioline.org.br is a library of scientific bioscience journals published in developing countries.

http://repec.org - volunteers from 102 countries have collected almost 4 million publications on economics and related science.

www.science.gov is an American state search engine on 2200+ scientific sites. More than 200 million articles are indexed.

www.pdfdrive.com is the largest website for free download of books in PDF format. Claiming over 225 million names.

www.base-search.net is one of the most powerful researches on academic studies texts. More than 100 million scientific documents, 70% of them are free

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I'm so tireddddd,,,,,

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STAAAWWWWWPPPP IM FANGIRLING SO HARD RIGHT NOW

FUCKIGN SQUEALING ASNFJIUHSJGKNVFASVSVNSF

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in the middle of the night, together

—characters. albedo, childe, diluc, itto, kazuha, venti, xiao (separate)

—contains. modern!au, brief mention of blood and death (diluc remembers his dad), alcohol (itto) and getting reaaaally drunk (venti), reader is said to be small (itto) but overall, this is fluff, fluff, FLUFF!!

—wordcount. 1.2k

—albedo. textbooks spread across the table, his eyes switch between each of them as he scribbles down on his notebook, handwriting no longer neat from the past few hours of constantly writing. sometimes, for a few seconds, he could feel it—drowsiness creeping its way in as his eyelids close for a second too long, as his body relaxes a little too much and the pencil falls out of his hand. he clicked his tongue, deciding to take a break for now, only to turn to you and realized you’ve already lost the battle to sleep. albedo chuckled at your hunched figure over the table, your face buried into the sleeves of your hoodie. picking up his pencil once again, he hopes he at least has enough energy to draw one last sketch of you.

—childe. it’s the ladder that has you wheezing. the audacity childe had, bringing over a god damn ladder just to sneak you out from the second floor of your home. sometimes you don’t know if it was a mistake for childe to get a drivers license. it wasn’t as if he was a bad driver (quite the opposite) but his license just opens a whole new can of troubles and mischief you guys could do. and so you climb down, jumping into his arms on the last step. you can’t stop laughing as you enter his car, high from the adrenaline of sneaking out, rebelling against your parents, being in a forbidden situation. blasting music in the car as you speed through the streets, windows open and wind blowing past your hair, you two shout the lyrics to the empty sky.

—diluc. he can’t sleep again, of course he can’t, diluc grumbled to himself, thoughts disarray. whenever his father’s death anniversary neared, the memories came back to him: his father’s last words, blood stained on his hands, his limp body. a tap on his arm brought him out of his rumination, you stood beside him, offering a cup of hot chocolate. he hadn’t even realized you were awake, thought his attempts at sneaking out of bed and into the balcony were as smooth and quiet as can be. he thanked you for the drink, and diluc’s heart tightened at the sight of you—eyes barely open and movement sluggish, yet still managed to conjure up enough energy to send him a cute smile. he almost forced you to go back to sleep but then you wrapped your arm around his, securing your spot right next to him for the rest of the night. it’s not like he could refuse you.

—itto. sometimes, you felt like hugging itto because of how adorable and quite caring he could be, but sometimes you also felt like punching him because of how honestly dumb and inconvenient he can be to. and right now, you felt like both. ringing your bell in the middle of the night, he interrupted your beauty sleep just so he could hang out with you. you’d be fine with the spontaneous visit, if it weren’t for the fact that his definition of hanging out meant dragging your half asleep ass to the nearest convenience store. you swear you could fall asleep right now even as you sit on the curb with a can of beer in one hand and a sandwich on the other. he laughed at your messed up state, pulling you towards his chest joking that you can use him as a pillow. you find that offer both enticing and cringey. you give into your desire to punch him as you lightly hit and push him away, a laugh coming at his offended face. yet still, you wished to hug him, it had been two months, after all. two months of not seeing each other, too busy with work and life in general. so you do, giving him a big hug, shushing up his grumbles about why you pushed him away, and for a moment he lets you have this moment. a moment of peace, tranquility, and just you and him. then he opened opened his big, fat mouth again as he commented on how small you were.

—kazuha. the apartment was pitch black when he got home, nothing but the city lights peeking through the sheer curtain. kazuha’s entire body ached, the work stress built up throughout the day, now threatening to collapse as any moment as his movements neared your shared bedroom. when he trudges into the room, he almost laughs at the sight. with a nightlight in the room, you lay on the bed, blankets around you like a burrito whilst holding the cute cat plushy he won for you at a carnival a few years back. you wake up when you felt the bed sink beside you, opening your eyes to a blur of white slumped on your bed. you abandon your plushy and push it off to the side as you, in your burrito form, attempt to scootch over to your grinning boyfriend, only for the effort to be in vain once you realize you didn’t really have the arms to wrap around him. but his laugh was enough to satisfy you, after a hard day of work, the least you could do was make him smile even for a little bit.

—venti. what’s an even more iconic group than venti and alcohol? of course, venti, alcohol and karaoke. the bar closing at 1 am doesn’t give nearly enough time for you and Venti to have fun, so you drag each other through the streets, occasionally bumping against walls and almost tripping over non-existant rocks on the sidewalk. you were lucky the streets were empty at this point or else you’d look like a bunch of crazy giggling drunkards flailing down the road. but if you thought that was the peak of venti’s drunkenness, then imagine what he’s doing with even more alcohol in his system and karaoke. you screamed into the mic with all your heart and venti cheers for you, clapping and ad-libbing the whole way through and takes another swig of dandelion wine to celebrate the song. suffice to say, you two were going to wake up to the worst headaches ever, but that was for the future you to worry about. for now, you’ll just keep cheering with venti.

—xiao. a gamer through and through, he doesn’t leave the controller for a second, dedicating his entire attention to the tv screen as zombies one after another comes running towards him. you sit above him on the couch, his body between between your legs as you balance a bowl of ice cream on his head. xiao scoffed at first when you attempted to balance it, but still he must have found it funny enough that he stayed even more still than before just to let you happily use him as a table. you totally secretly took a picture and planned to tease him for it later. you both groan when the screen flashes red, a big fat game over displayed on the screen. removing the bowl from the his head, you gently push his body back to rest between your legs, your fingers now treading through his hair. he softens at the gesture, closing his eyes for moment before opening them to meet with yours. a soft smile played on your lips, a mumble of encouragement for him to beat the game. for a moment, he almost smiled back.

reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥

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Kazuha: Plum Blossoms in the Dancing Breeze

Art by Csyday

Event: @starglitterz's fluffvember 2021!

Prompt: Nov. 12th (I know its the 16th but sshhh) - Hiking

Summary: Sick of your home's suffocating air, you sneak out one day and encounter a strange wandering samurai.

CW: Abusive family (no physical abuse, more like they're imprisoning you), mentions of blood (you tripped lol), deafblindness

Wordcount: 5.1k

Note: @starglitterz I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE AND I KNOW I SAID I WAS GONNA WRITE FOR RAZOR, CHILDE OR SOMETHING BUT I CHANGED IT LAST MINUTE

Also, I spent like 20 minutes making a haiku for Kazuha to say but I suck at poems so pls excuse me for that 🥴

BIG DISCLAIMER: I am not deafblind, deaf nor blind. I do not know any people that have any of those disabilities which means what I've written will NOT BE ACCURATE to what those people might experience in real life. Just like how we don't have super-hearing and smelling like Kazuha, I'm pretty sure deafblind people also can't feel air from 100 meters away.

Darkness. Black. Emptiness. Silence. That’s all you’ve ever known, “noise” and “sight” never quite made sense in your mind. It was an abstract concept that you never understood and will never understand.

What exactly is a “voice”? It’s the bustling shouts of the market, children screaming and laughing; it’s a family joking and cheering at a dinner party, and the “melodic” song a performer would sing at the teahouse. To you, it is the vibrations in the air, the slight rumble of the throat.

What exactly is the beautiful “scenery” that people describe? It’s the sun high in the sky as it shines over the forest, letting the “colors” of the leaves decorate the land. To you, it’s the warmth of the sun that peeks over the clouds and the heat that accompanies you on a peaceful afternoon.

Darkness is all you see; silence is all you hear. Though you lacked sight, you can practically see the pity and sympathy of everyone around you in their every action. How they coddle you, rub your back as if your life is horrible, never leaving you an ounce of privacy for a single moment. Not once have they allowed their precious child leave the safety of home, for fear you can somehow die with just a slight misstep. One day, your cousin, Itsuki, asked you—“if you could have one of these wishes, would you rather bring back your sight or hearing?”

“If I could have only one wish, I’d rather explore the beautiful world.”

“But if you can’t see nor hear, how can you truly enjoy this world?”

You shook your head at that question, “does one need to have both to appreciate beauty?”

No one ever gave an answer.

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It was on that day when you met him. For the first time in seventeen years, you snuck out your house in the dark of night, eager to experience the freedom of nature and feel the grass rustle beneath your feet. But you, pampered and coddled inside the prison of your house, didn’t know what to expect from the outside. So used to the smooth tatami mats, you were defeated by a singular rock on the ground.

You groaned and grit your teeth as you searched for the missing cane you dropped, you could feel small drops of blood forming from your scraped knees onto the gravel path. It was then that you smelled traces of pine and maple leaves. A hand reached out to you, gently handing over your cane and helping you stand up. You unknowingly let out a hiss from the pain at your knee, to which the stranger asked if you were okay, only to receive no answer. You grasped the person’s hand—it seems he was a man—and wrote with your fingers:

“Thank you for helping me, sir.”

He realized then, you were both blind and deaf.

Kaedehara Kazuha was his name, he wrote it to you while taking care of your leg. He noticed it earlier, tiny trails of blood trickling down your knees, it seemed the injury was worse than you thought. Kaedehara carried you—much to your complaint and embarrassment—to a nearby creek to get it cleaned then applied a salve and used bandages he had on hand. When you asked him why he had such curious items with him, he told you—“a wandering samurai must always be prepared for all circumstances.”

A wandering samurai, how… peculiar. A wanderer, someone who travels aimlessly through the world, living life as is without any worries. And a samurai, someone whose life is filled with adventure, and faces many different opponents; they appreciate every second of their life, for who knows when the enemy will strike.

Though the latter part sounded a bit scary, nonetheless, you desired that life. Away from the safety of your confined walls and into the unknown world where possibilities are endless. If experiencing the world meant having your knees scraped—which, to be honest, didn’t even hurt that much—and clothes dirtied, then so be it.

“It must be nice, being able to enjoy life without fear of confinement.”

“Then would you like to wander with me tonight, friend?”

He gently took your hand and together, you wandered through the forest. And for a moment, you felt the chain’s hold on you loosen bit by bit.

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Looking back at when you first met, you wondered to yourself how you could’ve been so trusting of a stranger that you just met. Though his actions seemed good, he may have been trying to lower your guard then secretly take you to a spot to get abducted. You breathed a sigh of relief that out of all the people you met that night, it was him.

A long lecture followed by hours of kneeling was what you got when you returned to the house with a bandaged knee. Your parents were all over you, their grip on your hand was hard and painful, you couldn’t focus on the tactile language they used. But when all the “noise” was over, you were left kneeling alone in front of your home shrine—which was, to be honest, not that much different from your normal life. Just sitting around all day doing nothing.

Thoughts of the night before swarmed in your mind, the gentle touch of the man’s skin, how his hands guided you through rough patches of land so you won’t fall; the one time you did fall, you fell onto his chest. You felt your cheeks warm up ever so slightly and your eye twitched in annoyance, what is it with you? Already crushing on a random stranger after one fleeting night of traveling through the woods. You pinched yourself, how foolish of you to feel like this for any person who treated you with an ounce of respect. How low was your bar?

Despite your thoughts, you secretly hoped that you’d meet him again some day.

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It was as if the raiden shogun could hear your prayers. A week later, your parents have tightened up security around the house, but luckily for you, Itsuki helped you escaped. “I’m sorry.” He wrote on your hand the other morning, you just smiled and pat his head.

He originally wanted to come with you, but knowing how you felt about being constantly watched, he didn’t go. Instead, he followed you without your knowledge.

As you stepped through the perilous land of bumpy rocks and overgrown tree roots, you felt the air slightly buzzing the more you went in a certain direction. You recognized it as a “song”, the beat of the vibrations, the pauses and intensity. It felt like the song your mother would occasionally sing. You followed the source of the vibrations.

The more you followed the “song”, the stronger the vibrations tingled your skin. Until you felt it so strong, it was like it was right next to you, then the “sound” stopped. You suddenly felt this was all too dangerous, entranced by a “melody,” you mindlessly made your way over to an unknown place, what if it was some man-eating creature? You stopped breathing, maybe if you don’t move, the creature won’t notice you. You felt someone let out a short noise. Your shoulders relaxed, so this was just a person. Were they laughing? No, this was too weak, perhaps a chuckle?

A hand gingerly clasped themselves onto yours and wrote, “I’m glad you enjoyed my performance.”

“Kaedehara?” You felt another chuckle, and you knew this man was your friend from that fleeting night before.

“Please, just Kazuha is fine.”

Kazuha led you to a smooth stone to sit then lent you a small item. It was flat and curved, a long spine stretching down the middle of the item. “A leaf?” You wrote to him.

“It’s the instrument I used.”

Your wandering fingers stopped, it was amazing, how music can be made from such a strange item as a leaf. Another pause followed, with you continually feeling the leaf to figure how exactly the “sound” was made. Was it the fold? Size? Or maybe the texture? But none came to mind, so you placed the leaf back in his hand. “Would you like me to play another song?” He asked you.

Your lips parted in surprise—no one has ever asked that of you. Hesitantly, you wrote: “But how would I listen, if my ears don’t work?”

“Well, you found me, didn’t you?

“You hear no sound, yet you find yoursef following my melody wtih a smile on your face. Sound is but mere waves in the air, and you who lacks sight and ears rely on the tactile sense to paint your suroundings. Slence is forever your companion, but you feel the wind as it dances with the meloddy, no?” An instant reply, so fast that even you with your “advanced tactile senses” almost didn’t understand what Kazuha wrote.

You didn’t answer his question. In fact, you couldn’t even think. Has anyone ever understood you like this? Granted, it wasn’t like your family allowed you to meet many people, but for almost two decades, you’ve lived alone in your dark and silence with no one reaching out to keep you company.

Then this man—this stranger—danced his way into your world, and reached out to you. Kept you company with his melody and led you through the lonely world. You cried to yourself that you’re stupid, too trusting, that he’s taking advantage of you. But his presence is so calming, his words brought a sense of joy, and his gentle touch burnt itself into your memory. This was only your second meeting, yet these feelings overwhelmed you.

In the end, you could only nod. There was a pause before he began playing a tune, and just like he said, you could feel the calm vibrations and buzzing of the air. But the way he described it—dancing—you liked it. When he finished the song, you repeatedly hit your palms against each other—clapping, you parents called it. It was supposedly an action you do after a performance to let the person know they did a good job.

“You danced.” Kazuha wrote on your hand. You tilted your head in confusion, it wasn’t possible for a deafblind person to dance, they’ll never understand the movements nor the beat—at least, that was what your family told you. You shook your head.

“Oh, but you diid, didn’t you notice yourself moving along with the beat? I alos saw your feet tapping and your fingers wiggling abou-”

You pulled your hands away from his and crossed your arms, that was one good thing about being deafblind—if you didn’t want to “listen” to whatever a person wanted to say, you just turn away. You felt your cheeks warm up as the air vibrated, signaling that Kazuha was laughing.

With no skin to write on, Kazuha had no other choice than to write on your clothes, “no, no, it was cute!” You scoot yourself away from him, this made him laugh even more. No longer being able to handle his teasing, you scootched back right next to him and roughly wrote on his arm:

“Do you know what’s not cute? Misspelling words while talking to me!”

“Did I?”

“Yes, you did! Skipping over letters, repeating them, even messing up the order, how do you expect me to understand you when your spelling is so bad?”

“But you understood me fine until now, no?” Your eye twitched, Kazuha was right. You mentally slapped yourself when your failed attempt to change subject that embarrassed you earlier also ended up embarrassing you. However, you were too far into this now, besides, you already had plans to teach him a more efficient way to communicate with you.

“No, I didn’t understand a word you said, it was all nonsense-” Kazuha stifled a laugh “-here, why don’t I teach you a language that my tutor taught me and my family.”

Tactile language was a language that your teacher taught your family, you were thankful that your family cared enough to scour the land in hopes to find anyone that could help them communicate with their child. How ironic it was in the end that though your parents learned a way to talk to you, their bond with you was so weak, the thread could snap at any moment.

“I’d be honored,” Kazuha answered, and so for the rest of the night, you taught him the basics. You two were exhausted, didn’t have a wink of sleep, but sleeping meant going back home and separating from him. You unconsciously tightened your hold on him when you thought that, and so did he.

.

Your little cousin sat through your exchange with Kazuha. His eyes bulging at the scene—too close! You two were sitting too close! All you had to do was lean in a little, and you’d be kissing that strange man! Multiple times Itsuki thought about stomping over to you two and drag you back home, away from that creep, but he swore he was sure that man caught him.

Earlier when your cousin had enough of you two and began marching over, that guy looked at him right in the eyes, smiled, and shook his head! And though that smile looked as kind as ever, even with a hint of worry, Itsuki knew better. That strange man was totally trying to take advantage of his naive older cousin, absolutely unacceptable.

But even though your cousin “knew” that white-haired man was trying to manipulate you, he couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of facing that man. Especially when that man had a damn katana by his side! Your cousin was smart enough not to face him alone, so he stood in the background and watched, and watched, and watched. Looking out for any actions that seemed a little too dangerous, a little too suspicious. And he kept watching… until he fell asleep.

“Hey there, dear friend,” a voice woke Itsuki up from his nap. Itsuki groaned and rubbed his eyes, who was waking him up this early? God, his back hurt. Wait… Wasn’t he supposed to be watching over you?! He fully woke up from his daze and saw that dangerous man in front of him. With a scream, Itsuki pushed the man away from him and grabbed the nearest weapon—which so happen to be a thin stick—to defend himself.

“Who are you? What are you trying to do with my cousin? Actually, where are they?” Itsuki shouted at the man.

“I apologize, I must’ve startled you there.” the man took a step forward but retracted as soon as Itsuki tried to jab him with the stick. Though he could easily destroy that stick in a second, it wouldn’t be good to terrify an innocent person any more than he already has. “My name is Kaedehara Kazuha, I am but a wandering samurai. And… Don’t fret, you can put the stick down; I mean to do no harm.”

At that phrase, Itsuki’s body tensed even more and he positioned himself into a fighting stance… If you could even call it a fighting stance. Kazuha mentally chuckled at the boy’s clumsy pose.

“No need to be so alarmed, I helped your cousin walk back home. We met by fate a week ago when I found them with an injured knee.” Itsuki “ah”-ed when he remembered those bandages wrapped around your leg, it looked like the same ones Kazuha wrapped around his arm. Still, that was no reason to suddenly trust Kazuha.

“What do you want with my cousin?” Itsuki continued his interrogation.

Kazuha placed a hand on his chin to think of a response. After a while he said, “beauty of the world… Kept behind the creaking gate… These chains keep me lone.” Itsuki paused for a moment, seemingly not understanding what Kazuha just said, until he realized—great! So this guy was a poem freak! Now he’s going to spit out all these flowers that would go in one of Itsuki’s ears, then out of the other. “Just a little haiku I made on the spot, nothing too grand. But this is how your cousin feels.”

“What do you know about my cousin, you creep?” Itsuki retorted, as if that guy knew more about his own cousin than him! But you did look happier than before, Itsuki hasn’t seen you so playful in a long time.

Kazuha paused for a moment then gave a soft smile, “it seems you really do care about your cousin, I was worried last night that you were some stalker since I could sense such hostile energy from you. Turns out you were just wary of me, you’re a great cousin, looking out for your family like this.”

Though Itsuki wanted to huff in pride at being called someone great, he couldn’t help but wonder about Kazuha’s choice of words. Sense hostile energy? Kazuha read him like an open book and chuckled.

“The wind carries many traces of a person, with just a single message, I can sense the true nature of someone,” Kazuha nonchalantly explained. Right then and there, Itsuki wanted to run back and shake you to death and scream, “What are you doing?! Getting yourself involved with this man talking about a message from the wind and whatnot! He’s a total freak!” But knowing you, you’d be mad that Itsuki followed you in the first place. And he couldn’t risk his already fragile relationship with you.

“I will not barge into your familial affairs, especially when I don’t have permission to do so. But I ask of one thing from you,” Kazuha paused to recollect his thoughts, “put a little more faith in them, they’re not as helpless as you think. To give your cousin a false sense of freedom by secretly following them is cruel. And… Let them see how wondrous Inazuma is. I hear there’s a festival coming soon.”

Itsuki grit his teeth, how rude this man was for telling him what to do with his family. Kazuha took a step forward and Itsuki decided he had enough and charged towards Kazuha with his petty excuse of a weapon. Then just as Itsuki was about to make his first slash, wind blew and leaves flew around Kazuha—a second later, the man disappeared.

What the hell?

Did this man just… Did he have a vision?

That was the only reason why he could’ve disappeared so fast. Itsuki trembled as he realized that he was about to fight a vision holder. He thanked the archons that Kazuha was merciful enough to not obliterate him. Itsuki ran home, stick still in hand, he had to make sure you were alright.

.

Months have passed since you met Kazuha, and since then you met up with him as often as you could. Each time with a new lesson in mind, but you were starting to run out of ideas on what to teach him. Even you weren’t this fast to learn the tactile language, yet Kazuha had a natural grasp of it.

Your family began to notice your chipper and bolder mood as time went by, how you insisted for music to be played, the way you would sway your body to the beat despite hearing nothing. They once caught you with a pile of leaves by your lap for you to blow on, and strangest of all, they’d see you do random hand gestures of your language to yourself as if you were talking to an imaginary friend. Your family thought you finally lost it and was about to call in an exorcist, fortunately, Itsuki stepped in and convinced them to delay the appointment for a little bit.

That was when he had to confess to you about following you for a while every time you snuck out the house. He was fully expecting you to be angry at him, disappointed and distrustful, but you just patted his head. “I know.” You signed.

“Wait, what, how?”

“Kazuha.”

That snitch!

“To be honest, I was a little mad at first.” You continued signing. Itsuki felt a small pang on his heart. “I thought I’d never be able to live freely, but then after a few meetings, I couldn’t feel your presence anymore.

“I realized then that you must’ve trusted me enough to let me go by myself. So, even though I’m still a little disappointed you didn’t trust me at first… I’m happy now. Thank you… for believing in me, for helping get away from this house even just for a little while.”

Itsuki almost teared up. It wasn’t like you were sobbing and had a broken voice, nor was your voice filled with such joy and hope that would lift everyone’s mood up and perhaps overwhelm some people. No, it was just a few simple gesture, and though you didn’t know it, you had a content smile on your face. He’s… He’s never seen you this happy before, it almost brought him to tears. Itsuki tackled you to the ground and hugged you, having the air pushed out of you and pain hit your back, you were about to push him off, but then you felt tears staining your shoulder. And instead, you wrapped your arms around Itsuki. Sometimes, you forget he is still but a child.

“I’ll help you, I’ll get you out of here… Let’s go… explore the world together.” Itsuki murmured, completely forgetting to sign what it was he said to you.

You felt him say something on your shoulder but when you asked him what is was, he didn’t answer. He simply hugged you tighter.

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“Seriously?! And you just followed him without any thought?” Paimon wrote on your hand. “I mean, Kazuha’s a nice guy, but what if it wasn’t him, what would happen then?”

Currently, you, Paimon, and Lumine sat in the teahouse of Liyue. After much prodding from Zhongli to try osmanthus wine, you and Lumine were about to buy some and bring it to her serenitea pot to enjoy. But upon realizing Lumine was underaged, you three settled with drinking osmanthus tea.

You smiled and patted Paimon’s hair, “I guess I was just lucky then. Or as Kazuha would say—ours fates were aligned and we were destined to meet.”

“Geez, that romantic guy. Beidou was right when she said he vomits out flowers every time he speaks.” You laughed and couldn’t help but wholeheartedly agree.

Three years. Three years have passed since you met Kazuha on that fateful night, hands entwined as you wandered through the woods. And a year has passed since Itsuki helped you leave the safety of your home—or at least that’s what Itsuki called it, you like to say prison instead—and into the wilderness.

Resentment, by then, had built up to a point of no return. Though you couldn’t fully erase that love you felt for your parents when you were young, you still left them without any hesitation. Only a dull pain ached your heart, but as you smelled the ocean breeze and felt the rumbling wood of the ship as the Crux’s sailors celebrate the night, all guilt vanished from your heart. Instead, your heart sped up—as much as the ship’s soft rocking and the cool breeze calmed you, your body trembled at the unfamiliar predicament you were in.

As you sat to the side “listening” to the merry sailors sing, you felt gentle fingers drum across your arm, the smell of pines and leaves let you know exactly who this was. “What say we sneak away from this party for a little while?” Kazuha signed to you. You smiled and held his hand as he guided you away to a more peaceful part of the Alcor.

However, no matter how big the Alcor was, you could still feel the air “dancing” from how loud those sailors were. Kazuha brought you over to the ledge, but with your lack of sight, you didn’t realize it until it was too late and stumbled back when you felt the end of the ship. Kazuha caught you before you lost your balance, “are you alright? What happened?” he signed.

Your face warmed and you took your arms away from him, but this trick didn’t work on him anymore—actually, it never worked at all—since he could just write on your shoulder, or sometimes even your cheek. You remember the first time he wrote on your cheek, your mind blanked out and you couldn’t even bring yourself to sign anything, and Itsuki went on a rampage about how Kazuha was getting too touchy.

Kazuha wrote on your shoulder, “this is your first time out at sea, correct?” Ah, he got you. You huffed and felt him laugh. “No worries, this must be overwhelming for you. I’m sorry I surprised you like that.”

At his apology, you hurriedly took his arms, “No, no! I just… After hearing many stories of storms, leviathans and shipwrecks, I’m just… scared. What if I fall?”

Kazuha paused. He knew your situation at home wasn’t the greatest but with his own family falling apart and the vision hunt decree, he regrettably couldn’t dig further into your family. But seeing you here trembling before him, overwhelmed by all the exhausting new experiences, he realized—you were oh-so brave. “Many stories of storms, leviathans and shipwrecks,” those were what your parents fed you to fear the beautiful ocean. What other horrid lies must they have told you to keep you confined in that little prison?

Yet here you stand, in the middle of that dangerous ocean, outside in the savage world that your parents warned you against with no way to confirm if those were truths or lies. But instead of mindlessly obeying your parents and sitting in your room, you stand here against all odds. He brushed a finger past your hair, “then I’ll catch you.”

“But what if you fall with me?”

“Then I’ll swim you back to land.”

“But what if I’m too heavy and you’re tired and-” Kazuha didn’t let you finish your sentence, he tugged on your arm and pulled you into an embrace, the smell of pine and maple leaves enveloped your whole being.

“I’ll do everything for you.”

“Aaaww, this is too cute. I wish I was there to see that!” You felt Paimon bouncing around, “oh Paimon can’t wait to see the day Lumine gets a boyfriend, Paimon will totally be her wingman.”

“If anything, me and my future boyfriend are gonna be cooking you for dinner!” Lumine wrote on your other hand.

“Hwo many times dos Paimon hav to say she is not food!” You stifle a laugh at all of Paimon’s misspellings. She was too cute, you could gobble her all up, of course you’d never say that, she already has to deal with everyone else teasing her as is.

“The pipa’s delicate notes reverberate through the teahouse as the sweet scent of osmanthus tea wafts in the air. And here I see an ethereal being before me, I-”

“Oh, hi Kazuha!” Lumine interjected, she already made the mistake of allowing him to ramble on and on about your wonderful love before, and as much as she too cherished you, Lumine couldn’t help but felt an hour of her life was wasted listening to Kazuha.

Through the smell of tea, you caught a faint trace of pine, and a smile graced your lips as Kazuha took ahold of your hands and planted a kiss. “Alright, Paimon thinks this is our cue to leave,” Paimon spoke and floated over to Lumine, lightly pushing her friend’s shoulder.

“No need, I was about to ask if I could whisk away my lover over here to go on a walk.” At the same time, Kazuha also signed to ask you a question if you wanted to leave with him. You reached out your hand in a random direction to try to feel for your friends.

“Oh, go ahead. We don’t mind, you can tell us all the juicy details later!” Paimon wrote on your hand, only to receive a light hit on the head from you. Lumine snickered. “Pft, whatever. Have fun on your date you two.” With a final wave, Paimon and Lumine watched you two leave the teahouse.

“Where are we going?” You asked him. The air was calmer here, the pipa’s beat nowhere to be “heard” and the chatter of the harbor long gone. A stone pathway was built along the steep hill you two were walking on, but from the soft texture of grass growing between the cracks, you could tell this place had been abandoned for a while.

“As I wandered through the mountains earlier today, I heard the leaves whisper of the spring giving birth to the plum blossoms.”

“Plum blossoms? Like–” Kazuha helped you over a rough patch of land “–a cherry blossom?”

“En, but unlike Inazuma’s cherry blossoms, the plum blossoms smell pleasant.” As if on cue, you begin catching a whiff of a sweet honey-like scent, and you smile. Cherry blossoms have always been said to be beautiful, and even if you agreed that it’s soft delicate petals are praiseworthy, its smell—or lack thereof—never brought any emotion in you. But with the plum blossom’s fragrance, you could imagine it keeping you company on a peaceful day whilst you pen out poems as your lover plays a tune on his leaf.

The steep stone path eventually stop and your shoes met a soft bed of grass, and now more than before, the plum blossoms’ pleasant fragrance enveloped your entire being. You felt the sun’s warmth peeking through the leaves and kiss your skin.

Slowly let go of Kazuha—much to his disappointment—you ventured into the field of blossoms. His small pout, however, was quickly repaid when he saw your serene smile as a breeze passed and flew the small flower right into your hand.

As if you couldn’t get any more perfect, another plum blossom slowly floated its way down and gingerly landed on your hair. You sucked in a cute little gasp which did wonders to Kazuha’s heart. You reached for your hair to rid of the blossom, but before you could, a pair of arms snaked their way around your waist and pulled you into an embrace with your back against Kazuha’s chest.

He dug his face into your neck and his soft white hair tickled your face, which made you let out a few giggles, a blissful sound Kazuha would burn into his memory.

“I made a poem earlier when I discovered this place.” He wrote, “would you like to know what it is?” Of course, you nodded. Kazuha placed a small kiss on your neck which earned him another pleasant sound of you giggling before he recited:

“Compared with the way

my heart longs for you now

after we have met,

those yearnings I had before

seem like nothing at all.”

- Poem written by Fujiwara no Atsutada

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Luca Kaneshiro: Black Cat and Tender Moments

REPOST BECAUSE THE PREVIOUS ONE DIDNT SHOW UP IN TAGS >:(

—Request by @etacarinea. Ice cream date with Luca Kaneshiro. Except he is fully dressed in his mafia attire (fur coat and hat and everything) and everyone at the icecream place is very confused and/or frightened. Luca is, of course, oblivious to this (himbo supremacy!!). Fem or GN reader.

—Character. Luca Kaneshiro

—Contains. Swears, mention of gun, mention of killing, Luca is part of the mafia, Australian slang (THONGS)

—Song. Green Tea Ice Cream by Linda Diaz

—Note. Confession: I haven't watched Luca nor any streamer for over a month now because of exams, I'll start watching him again but damn is there gonna be a shit ton of stuff to catch up on :')

Even with your hand languidly waving the fan, your sweat still dripped down your skin, absorbed into the edges of your tank top. You resembled the ice cream on your table—absolutely dying of heat.

Everyone else seemed to have gotten the same idea as you, deciding to rest at the ice cream parlor to cool off, which ended up with all the seats inside being taken. But with your thongs feeling like they’re about to melt into the pavement, you settled with sitting under the umbrella—which admittedly didn’t do much to improve the heat—and call your boyfriend to pick you up.

“Hm? You’re at that shop?” He said earlier.

“Let me go, you asshole, I’m going to fucking kill you!” You heard in the background.

“Alright, ’m a little busy right now, babe, but I’ll pick you up in 20 minutes,” he told you, his voice slightly muffled by what seemed like gunshots. With a final “OI, SHUT THE FUCK-” the call cut off. You hope the poor fellow at least got a quick death.

It was another few minutes of you nibbling away at your melted ice cream until you heard the sound of a car far off in the distance, driving at a dangerously high speed towards the shop… Your stomach sank at a realization.

Luca, with an expensive car capable of going at great speeds. Luca, who just got off work. Luca, who had the habit of being a bit too… much. You took a once over of your area: A cute and simple place with a little ice cream parlor that had children playing and their mothers talking amongst each other about the latest news.

In other words it and quiet and ordinary.

Gosh, you were so going to stand out.

Your suspicions of it being Luca’s car were proven correct once you saw the model—a Lincoln Continental Mark III, the luxurious shiny black car that Luca customized with golden accents. ‘Augustus’ he named it. You already felt the stares of people eyeing the vehicle.

Whatever conversation was being had outside the parlor silenced as the door opened and revealed the man driving it—Luca Kaneshiro himself… wearing a full dinner suit and fur coat?

In the middle of the day?

In summer?!

A frown was on his face as he glanced around the area, replaced with a bright smile only when he found you hidden away in the corner, desperately trying to hide away from the attention. He raised his hand and called out, “Hey, there you are! You miss me?” His voice booming.

All eyes that were set on his car now switched over your stiff form. Fuck the weather, this embarrassment is making you sweat more than anything. The giant of a man made his way to you, his form towering over every other customer here. Even the big dog that a family brought over bowed its head and drooped its tail as the man walked past.

“Oh god, you alright? Your sweating mad right now, here, let me get some ice cream for us, yeah?” He spoke before you could even get in a greeting. To stunned to even reply, you just nodded as he sauntered into the shop. Only to choke as you saw the blood splattered on the back of his fur coat.

“Wait, Luca, don’t-” but you were too late to stop Luca as the door behind him. Slumping down onto your seat, you refused to look through the window as Luca talked with the cashier.

“WAAAAA!”

Oh god, not the baby crying.

Luca came out soon with two cups of ice cream in hand, a giddy pep in his step, “and what’s got you smiling so much, boss?”

“On the house!” He slid over your favorite ice cream flavor.

“Huh?”

“They said all the ice creams are on the house for us, they’re so nice, but I wonder why.” Your eye twitched at the idiot. “I mean, there isn’t an event going on, is there? I don’t see any signs- mmf!” You shoved a spoon of his ice cream into his mouth.

“Just… eat, and eat it cleanly!” You wiped the little bits of ice cream that dripped out his mouth. “Your coat is already dirty as is, we don’t need another stain there.”

Before you could pull your hand away from cleaning his face, he overlapped his hand onto yours, nuzzling his cheek into it, “I really missed you at work today.” His smile disappeared as his face creased into a frown.

Your lips parted. The puzzle pieces connected with each other in that single sentence. Screams in the background, car dangerously speeding, his frown when he first got out and the blood splatter that he would normally hide. After a pause, you caressed his cheek. “Was that guy on the call giving you lots of trouble?”

“You heard him?”

“Kinda hard not to. Wanna talk about it?”

Luca looked around at the area, which was still quite silent compared to before he came, hushed whispers and ‘sneaky’ glances sent to you two. “Why don’t we eat first then I’ll take you somewhere more private?”

You chuckled. To be quite honest, you almost forgot about the crowd when you realized what happen to Lua, but with that reminder, you once again tried to make yourself small to avoid the attention. But with the huge man next to you, it went in vain.

“Speaking of which, why are they staring, anyway? Don’t they know that’s rude? The customer service here is nice with the free ice cream but man the customers are so rude. If you ever want ice cream, tell me, I’ll take you to an even better place.”

Gosh, he was so embarrassing.

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In my experience, I've realised that the term 'proshipper' is so controversial that its definition will change depending on who you ask. My values align with yours -- I enjoy themes in fiction I would never condone irl -- but I also don't identify as 'proship' simply because its meaning carries so many layers that sometimes do overstep my boundaries.

To some, proship = anti-harrassment. To others, proship = pedophilic irl. It will never concisely define someone's values. I don't advocate for using this term given its history/what it's turned into, but knowing your stance directly, I want to let you know you still have followers you support you and your work!

With a respectful and well-researched mindset, there's nothing wrong with playing in a fictional sandbox ✍️ And you don't need an excuse like 'it's a coping mechanism' either! Otherwise we wouldn't have horror writers