I’m happy that you ended up here by chance. But some things happened, and I needed to make some changes that led this blog to “migrate” to this other one 》》 HERE 《《
There, the blog is active, with new imagines, other fandoms, and requests open.
hello hello! i was wondering if i could request kiryu mitsuki headcanons x a reader who works as a nurse at bofurin? thank you so so soo much your writing is amazing !!!
Hello my dear ❤️🌸
I’m making some changes and renovations, and merging two of my blogs into one, so, in order not to deny any request, I answered it in the new place, okay?
I know I disappeared without warning and left this place gathering dust, but after putting some things in order in my life, I realized that I still don’t want to give up on writing.
So, little by little and stumbling along the way, I want to start posting here again, but I’ll need to make some changes so I can manage to keep some consistency.
And the first of them is that I’m going to “merge” this blog with another imagines blog that I have. Instead of having one blog for each fandom, I’m going to bring them together.
I’ll keep here what has already been posted.
The requests made here, I’ll answer and post on this new blog.
I’m still renovating everything. So it will take some time for everything to be visually pleasing.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the support and affection so far, and I hope to find you there too ❤️💖🖤
♤ Notes: It’s my first time writing for Chika... so I hope this turned out at least somewhat in character ♡
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BEST / WORST:
》》 Pretending they don’t miss you
• BEST: Chika Takiishi
→ (Sometimes he doesn’t even need to pretend — he really doesn’t miss you.)
→ Days can pass without even a single message exchanged between you, and Chika will be perfectly fine with it; he keeps doing things as always, as if he doesn’t even have a partner. A cold thorn through your heart, but it is the sacrifice your heart is required to make in exchange for having Chika as a boyfriend.
→ He would not hesitate to send a message or show up at your house, but only out of self-interest: do you have something of his that he needs at that moment? Then Chika is coming to get it back with that empty expression that is not an act at all.
.→ After the fight with Umemiya, only someone very close to Chika and paying very close attention (like Endo) would be able to notice a sign that he misses you — a detail Chika himself is just as oblivious to as you are:
Maybe it was a glance around the crowd, unconsciously trying to find you; or checking his phone more times than usual within a short span of time. It is discreet, subtle, almost nonexistent — and Chika denies it with complete conviction if he is confronted about it.
→ This kind of feeling in Chika has been frozen for so long that it no longer even knows how to manifest properly. Without any effort, he goes on with his routine as if nothing is happening between the two of you.
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• WORST: Choji Tomiyama
→ He would not even try to hide it. If he wants your affection, then Choji wants it now. How could he be happy without your soft touch running through his hair? Or without your scent caressing his senses?
It doesn’t matter if the two of you fought, if one of you has been too busy, if he hurt you or you hurt him — when Choji misses you, the first thing he does is go after satisfying that need.
→ Once, they tried to convince Choji that girls liked being treated with a certain coldness, that it would make you come back needy and crawl into his arms, and Choji even tried to listen to that advice — that very same night he was throwing pebbles at your bedroom window so you would let him in and let him stay with you.
→ Even if somehow the longing stayed hidden from you for a while, Togame would get no peace. Choji makes absolutely no effort to hide how much he misses you, nor the neediness it causes him, or the boredom, or the bad mood... Togame definitely hates it when you decide to ignore Choji — please never do that again.
→ He sends messages nonstop, without stopping just because you do not reply.
→ At some point, Choji will literally text you:
[01:12 AM]: I miss you so much 😭😭😭
→ He will show it with words, with gestures, with actions... with everything necessary to make you understand how much he misses you, how much he wants your presence beside him, how much he wants your embrace, every kiss, every caress...
→ Please do not ignore this wounded little hyperactive ball.
I was planning to take part in this blog’s May challenge, but I’m not in a position to write and post every day. Still, some of the prompts are so dramatic that I was like, ‘I need to write at least a few of these.’ Here’s one of them.
♤ Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, and bruises.
♧ Summary: You were taken. Sakura still hadn’t fully mastered his shadow. And Nirei tried to be the dam against the raging ocean his friend had become.
Sakura had no idea how that had happened — in fact, he could barely believe what was happening at all.
Nirei’s body seemed to fall in slow motion right in front of Sakura’s outstretched — and bloodstained — fist, already unconscious by the time it hit the ground. In that moment, Sakura silently cursed himself and his own strength.
A curse only surpassed by the sepulchral silence that buried all of you.
Suo had been holding you back — he wanted to stop you from throwing yourself at Sakura while he was blinded by rage. But Nirei could not bear to watch his friend in that wild, clouded state.
They knew him well enough to understand just how important you were to Sakura. He would be capable of giving his life in a fight for you, and that was not even an exaggeration. That was why, when news reached them that you had been taken by a rival gang, both Suo and Nirei followed Sakura not because they agreed that it was the best plan, but because they knew someone would need to stop him if things got out of control.
And they did — in a violent, unrestrained domino effect, with more blood and injuries than even Sakura himself could have expected.
But he did not care.
He saw the injuries they had caused you. He saw the purple bruises around your neck and wrists. He saw the scrapes on your knees and elbows. He saw the cut bleeding on your lower lip — and after that, he saw nothing else.
The impact and sound of fists colliding would have made any more sensitive soul shrink back, which was why Nirei understood the tears in your eyes — that savage beast fighting in front of you was not the Sakura you knew. Not the Sakura Nirei had sworn to lead to the top of Furin. Not the Sakura you had learned to love.
You were the first to try to do something: you rushed toward Sakura with a mixture of fear and pleading. You did not want to lose him to the shadows he was beginning to unleash; it would have been like losing a part of yourself to a black hole born from the self-combustion of the star your world had begun to orbit.
It was painful, cruel, almost inhuman to watch such a radiant soul reduce itself to the bestial dust of rage and hatred.
But Suo could not let you continue; if Sakura hit you, even by accident... he would be reduced to such a shattered state that he would never recover from it.
And so, the pandemonium was unleashed.
Sakura, violent and uncontrollable like a vengeful force of nature; you, struggling, screaming, and crying against the firm grip of a conflicted and divided Suo — should he loosen his hold and let go to try to stop Sakura, or would that only make everything worse? —; and Nirei, frozen, terrified, already suffering in advance from the pain of the fracture this would cause between all of you if it continued.
And it was that gentle and tender heart that sealed the final outcome.
Without warning or a plan, Nirei moved.
No one expected that — they would not even have considered it. But there he was: the trembling blond boy stepping into Sakura’s line of sight at the exact moment the rival in front of him, already bleeding, was about to be knocked out, shouting his friend’s name with the determination of someone calling a loved one from the bottom of a well.
The impact of Sakura’s fist breaking Nirei’s nose was a loud cracking sound that reverberated through every bone in your body; such an unexpected event that it echoed through the entire abandoned warehouse, silencing everyone it reached.
A silence that lingered even after Nirei’s body hit the floor with a dull, dry thud.
In that moment, Sakura’s body and spirit were no longer moving in harmony. Had he done that? Was that really Nirei? No, it could not be...
Why did his body feel so heavy? Why did a cold wind seem to cut through him from the inside out? Why were his ears ringing? Why did every other sound around him seem muffled by a pillow?
Why...?
Why?
WHY?!
Something inside Sakura broke — you could almost hear the shards hitting the ground of his soul. Plunging into freefall, he searched for something to hold onto and immediately found your gaze — wide, frightened, confused; looking at him as if you were seeing Sakura for the first time, and seeing nothing beyond the shadows.
Wait.
Your lip was cut? Your neck, bruised?
Was it him — was he the one who had done that too?
No, right? Or was it? It could have been, couldn’t it? After all, would he not have done something similar — or worse — to Nirei?
The world around Sakura spun enough to make him nauseous. In an attempt to steady himself, he staggered; he nearly raised a hand to clutch at his own hair, and in doing so noticed the blood staining it.
But it was not only that blood calling his name; the fallen bodies around him groaning did too; the looks you and Suo were giving him felt crueler than jailers staring at their criminals — and far, far more painful than any criminal sentence.
So painful that Sakura could not endure it.
With one last dazed and shaken look at Nirei’s body sprawled on the floor, Sakura ran. He ran until his lungs hurt and his legs burned.
At that point, he wanted the impossible: to run from himself, and from the tormenting, persistent memory of what he had done.
hiyaaaaa this isn’t a request or anything, but i just wanted to say that i hope you’re taking care of yourself! don’t ever feel pressured to post or write if you don’t want to, and it’s totally okay do feel sick or mentally unwell!
i hope you feel better soon. we all care for you lots! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
— ☁️ anon
Messages like this are what make us breathe a little more lightly.
Thank you so much for the kindness, dear Anon ~
I’m taking better care of myself little by little now, and that’s why I decided to come back here and be active with you all again ♡♡♡
HELLOOOO i hope you're having a great day, i hope your inbox isn't too swamped😭😭 But is it ok if i can request Suo Hayato (You can add more if you want) x a very smart reader but literally acts dumb bc she doesn't like being stiff or boring like dat🥹 THANK YOU SM BTW IF YOU THIS, its my first time requesting in your blog😋
Such an adorable request, my dear! And feel free to send in more requests whenever your little heart longs for something else ♡♡ I hope you enjoy how this one turned out!
Hayato Suo x smart!Reader who hides how intelligent she is
♤ Warnings: no one ~
◇ Content: You trying to act ditzy and hide your intelligence, but Suo being just as clever and seeing right through your mask.
♧ Notes: I usually use (__) as a substitute for 'y/n' so you can insert whatever name you prefer!
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→ You don’t fool Suo for very long — but he indirectly steps into your game to see how deep it goes, and to find out why you try to hide something that so many people use to show off and be praised for.
→ He will also tease you with great subtlety, leading little games that send chills down your spine because of how close they bring you to having your mask removed. To him, it becomes like a dance, a game, something shared only between the two of you. A shared secret that only he knows about you, and Suo feels strangely satisfied by that subtle, subjective intimacy.
→ But the “fun part” remains only at the beginning. Suo starts wondering why you hide yourself like that, and the more serious he becomes about the subject, the more cornered he leaves you.
→ Despite the smiles and easygoing appearance, deep down there is an uncomfortable disappointment in Suo — one he always tries to keep out of his interactions with you, but that is impossible to pretend is not there. The more he witnesses, the less he likes the performance he is watching.
→ He starts losing his smile whenever you deliberately get wrong an extremely difficult set of accounting calculations that Tachibana had been struggling with for weeks in the shop’s business.
Tachibana: “Wooowh, (___)! That was brilliant! I was almost about to hire an accountant; how did you...?”
You: “Hm? Ah, that? Those were the shop’s numbers? They looked like such cute little scribbles... I just put in some random values that seemed to match your handwriting, you know? Ha-ha...”
Or when Nirei was almost scammed by a street vendor, but you stopped him from buying:
“Oh, Nirei! You liked that? Then you have to come with me to a shop that— No! But I want to buy it there with you...”
Suo knows you must have read the shady seller’s body language, knows you must have calculated the interest rates and taxes. So why did you keep pretending that you “just thought that vendor’s shirt was really ugly”?
→ Deducing that you act like this in order to be more accepted does not satisfy him. After all, if they are truly your friends, shouldn’t they make you feel comfortable enough to be who you really are? If you need to pretend in order to feel comfortable, doesn’t that mean they have failed in their duties as friends?
→ As much as it bothers him, Suo will not approach you directly. Yes, he may imply that he knows your “secret,” he may corner you several times in conversation, but Suo would never step over the boundary of your choices.
Perhaps the most openly he will pressure you is by inviting himself one day to walk you home alone, and then:
Suo: “Mrs. Hayashi’s amaryllis are the most beautiful in the flower shop, aren’t they?”
You: “Absolutely! It’s a shame she keeps them so hidden in the back of the shop...”
Suo: “Yes... It is sad when someone hides something so beautiful they possess, something that could enchant so many people if only they decided to be honest about what they have, isn’t it?”
→ Suo’s next attempt will be to send you an amaryllis along with an unsigned note, though he knows you will quickly put the pieces together:
“What do you think of letting me admire a whole field of amaryllis today, (___)?”
A little apology for my disappearance. I went through some very depressing days, and my emotions were so overwhelmed that I couldn’t write absolutely anything. But writing is my passion, and it helps purify the air my soul breathes, so I intend to keep posting here little by little!
I haven’t ignored any of the requests sent in so far — I do plan to get to them, so don’t worry!
However, so I don’t overwhelm myself even more, I’m going to start again slowly, with simpler things. I truly appreciate everyone’s patience and love ♡♡
So yes, requests are still open, but I’m prioritizing (and very grateful for) the simpler ones, just until I recover completely.
Hi!! I’m really excited to see your content, and had a request!
You can chose how long or short it is, anything is fine by me; and for the Character, I’d love to see Kaji, but I also love Togame or Umemiya if one of them are more comfortable for you.
For the idea, something about the reader losing their home (becoming homeless) and not having any family left to turn to, but they don’t want to tell anyone because they feel like it would be too much trouble/too embarrassing, so they try to pretend like everything is normal but of course one of the boys (whoever you choose from above) notices or something like that, and yeah comfort however you see fit please.
Thank you lots! 💚
I have no words to express how much I loved this idea, and all I hope is that the result lived up to it.
I truly love a good drama, seriously. (I just hope I didn’t overdo it)
◇ Content: Kaji would never have expected to find you alone, sheltering in the dark alley beside a flower shop. And he would never have expected to have the nerve to convince you to stay at his place.
♧ Notes: I usually use (__) as a substitute for 'y/n' so you can insert whatever name you prefer!
Kaji was so at peace: the cool night dew settling in, the streetlights beginning to turn on without hurting his eyes, his favorite music in his earphones, and his favorite-flavored lollipop in his mouth; just a few more streets until he was home, relaxed in his room, the things he had gone to get at the convenience store properly put away, and nothing else left to worry about for the rest of the night.
Until an irregular movement at the edge of his field of vision caught his attention.
He stopped, and paused the music, suspicious.
The movement had come from the parking lot of a nearby flower shop — but, like most businesses at that hour, it was closed.
He approached, unsure whether he had come across some troublemaker or if it was just a stray animal. But as soon as he crossed the wall that blocked his view, you suddenly appeared right in front of him.
Kaji’s heart only had time to skip a beat before his reflexes made his hand shoot to your wrist, spinning your body in a semicircle and making you crash against the wall with your back to it — all in less than two seconds.
Your high-pitched scream made him blink and partially come back to his senses; so it was a girl, and not some thug he would need to chase away from there.
As Kaji allowed his shoulders to relax again, he analyzed the girl in front of him, who stared at him with wide eyes and parted lips. He furrowed his brows.
The lighting on that side was poor, and the adrenaline spike made a closer look difficult, but Kaji’s vision slowly adjusted to the partial darkness until he finally recognized you.
“— (__)?!”
he exclaimed, genuinely confused and surprised.
“— Shhh! Please.”
You looked around as best as you could — Kaji was still holding your wrist — as if you were a criminal running from the police.
“— What are you doing here?”
You could study at different schools, but Kaji was sure your house was nowhere near that area.
Your silence in response to his question almost moved him, even though he still didn’t understand why you looked so distressed and worried; maybe you were running from someone?
“— What are you doing here?”
“— I asked first, (__).”
Kaji had to admit it: very few people could hold his serious, irritated stare for long, the way you did for the next few seconds, and that caused that strange butterfly-like feeling in his stomach that you had already caused him a few times before.
But then your gaze dropped and he noticed how tired you looked; following the same direction you had quickly glanced at before letting your hair fall over your face, Kaji noticed the narrow dead-end alley on the flower shop’s property; there, he stared at the tent made of tarps, a few suitcases also covered with tarps, and finally the improvised clothesline where your school uniform was finishing drying.
He was observant, and even so he could barely believe what he was seeing. That was not some mere temporary campsite. It was not something hastily put together to be abandoned the next day. As much as it cost him to admit what he was looking at, he was forced to admit that each clumsy structure had been assembled to resemble something like a home, even if inside a dark and probably damp alley, smelling of mold and who knows what else.
Out of everyone, Kaji could not fit your figure into that place. Not the quietly radiant girl who always drew his gaze simply by appearing in the same environment. Not the girl who was receptive even to someone with a temper like his. Not the girl he had come to know as being you.
Kaji could feel your eyes on him, but he could not react right away; it was as if some part inside him refused to accept the deduction formed from what he was seeing.
He could easily remember your smile and animated voice whenever he ran into you after your classes or during patrols around town; but then, with the image of that alley prepared to shelter someone and feeling how thin your wrist seemed, Kaji began to look at those memories through a different lens.
How flustered and embarrassed you would get when your stomach growled loudly near other people.
The immediate refusal whenever some friend mentioned going to your house to study.
How you always changed the subject whenever someone asked about your personal life. Or how you never accepted company on the way to your house, even when it was already getting dark.
One by one, details that had once seemed banal began to take on another meaning.
And, even worse, had he been avoiding you so seriously that he had never noticed anything was wrong? Had he become that indifferent and distracted? It was impossible. You had probably developed a very impressive ability to pretend and mask things to go so unnoticed.
“— Why didn’t you say anything?”
The grip on your wrist loosened, but Kaji seemed to have forgotten he was still holding you; perhaps something inside him made him believe he would not get any answers if he let go and allowed you to run and hide in that poorly lit alley.
“— How could I… It’s embarrassing, Kaji. Almost… humiliating. I just…”
He could not take his eyes off your face for even a second while you spoke, attentive to every word, but even more attentive to every micro-expression, looking for more words in your gestures than in your speech.
Your uneasy gaze avoiding his at all costs; your voice kept in one lower, more serious, controlled tone — not enough to hide the effort of your restrained crying, confirmed by the moist shine in your eyes.
Kaji’s heart tightened in his chest, more than the grip on your wrist, more than the difficulty of swallowing as he understood you: other people’s pitying looks toward someone’s personal misery can shred their dignity more than the misery itself.
“— Damn… So proud…”
Kaji tried to sound as indifferent as possible, as if the situation did not impress him in the slightest.
“— And how did your parents allow something like this? Don’t tell me you messed up so badly that you ended up here.”
The awkward silence that followed told Kaji everything he needed to hear, and with it came an uncomfortable chill he had not noticed before alongside the dew, making him feel the weight of the loneliness of that place; a dead-end alley, a pretty business, but closed — all the houses around it, far away and with their doors already shut, each person settled into the familiarity of a home; suddenly, the muffled conversations and laughter seemed a little cruel to Kaji when it came to you.
He sighed, pulled his phone from his pocket, found the number he needed, and lifted it to his ear as he called.
“— Wait. What are you… Who are you calling?”
“— Hiragi. Tachibana and Umemiya must have a place for you to stay, and with them you won’t need to give any details about...”
Even though he noticed your eyes widen before you began shaking your head frantically — Kaji knew protests were coming — he only stopped speaking when you suddenly exclaimed:
“— What?! No! No way! Hang up!”
With only one arm free, you lunged forward to grab the phone from his hand; Kaji dodged and complained when you kept trying without pause to snatch his phone away. When Hiragi finally answered, Kaji shifted his attention to the call, and that was when you got what you wanted.
“— (__), stop th—...!”
“— Kaji? Is (__) with you? Did something happ—...?”
You ended the call.
At that moment, Kaji really wished you were some annoying intruder so he could use force against your stubbornness.
“— What the hell is your problem?!”
Kaji finally shouted; after all, would you really rather stay on the street than rely on your friends? It was a kind of pride far too offensive toward everyone who knew you and adored your presence.
“— What part of ‘it’s humiliating’ did you not understand?!”
You snapped back in the same tone as his, pressured by the situation.
“— How long do you plan to stay here? Do you think you’ll never be attacked or found?!”
“— You’re the first person who tried to attack me in three months, Kaji!”
As proof, you raised the arm that was still blocked by his.
Only then did Kaji remember that he was still holding you, and the embarrassment of that unnecessary closeness made him blush; letting go with more force than needed, he ended up making you stumble back three steps, using an imaginary itch at the back of his neck as an excuse to lower his face and pretend he did not care about the next few seconds of awkward silence.
How was he supposed to deal with that? It was impossible to simply turn his back knowing you would remain in that situation, alone and vulnerable. And if he went to get someone, you probably would never forgive him — and Kaji could not even bear the thought of being ignored by you, even though at times he himself avoided you just to quiet the butterflies you caused in his stomach.
How long had you said it had been? Three months? How had no one ever noticed that all this time? Well, he himself had not noticed, and that was an accusatory thought Kaji would carry with him in silence for a long time.
With so much running through his mind, Kaji only grew more irritated and bad-tempered; shaking his head — as if that could clear his thoughts — he pulled a lollipop from his pocket.
It did not go unnoticed that you started sneaking away while Kaji seemed busy dealing with his own anger.
“— You can stop right there, (__).”
A visible tremor ran through your body, your back already turned to him.
You had no family member to turn to. You fiercely refused to let anyone know about your situation so they could help you — but Kaji already knew... And that was not going to change no matter how stubborn or embarrassed you became.
Literally, Kaji was now the only one who could see you inside the shadows you had been trying so hard to hide within.
He sighed, adjusting the earphones back over his head.
“— I can’t leave you here. You can stay at my place in secret until you solve this situation. But you have to solve it quickly.”
Ah, how he thanked the darkness of the night. It was the perfect cloak for his hot, red face; his conscience at war with itself, unable to believe Kaji had actually managed to say such an idea out loud.
And what else could he do? He did not want to embarrass you, but at the same time, there was no way he could leave you abandoned. Some part inside him truly cared, no matter how much Kaji tried to act indifferent and closed off.
“— Look, Kaji, I really appreciate your kindness, but I don’t want to be a burden to you or... Hey!”
Okay, he could help you, but he was not going to let you keep making excuses about preferring to stay on the street.
No, he did not want to force you into anything, but Kaji had very limited patience when it came to “girls needing help but being stubborn and acting like they don’t.”
While you kept talking — and being ignored — Kaji caught up to you and started pushing you forward by your back.
You protested and tried to resist, but Kaji could be just as stubborn as you when he wanted to. Besides, he had the taste of his favorite lollipop in his mouth and his favorite music in his ears — with that, he could easily endure your complaints until you reached his house.
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When Kaji entered the room, he found you seated by the coffee table, your hair still wet from your bath and a face towel wrapped around your shoulders; you looked distant and thoughtful, and he did not interrupt your drifting thoughts — you probably had a lot to think about in life. And Kaji allowed that reflection to take place under the safety of a roof and in a comfortable — and safe — room.
He set the plate of hot food in front of you and went to close the windows, silently scolding you for the carelessness of letting the night air hit you while your hair was still damp. But it was not only consideration that kept him from commenting on your lack of care; it was mostly your expression when you tasted the hot food: you chewed so carefully that it seemed as if you felt guilty eating what he had prepared.
As if that were not enough, you used the spoon to sort through the vegetables in the dish at such a slow and careful pace despite your stomach quite audibly growling that Kaji blushed at the irritated thought of going over there and holding the spoon himself just to feed you. You were visibly starving, and he was at his limit watching you with that wary, distrustful look — as if all of that would suddenly disappear the moment you woke from a dream.
“— Tsc.”
Kaji let out the sound quietly when he felt his heart tighten in his chest, trying to ignore the feeling by closing the window harder than necessary; you had probably gone three months without eating anything homemade or decent and...
The sound of a restrained sniffle drew his attention; there you were, shoulders hunched and cheeks red, your eyes glossy from holding back your crying.
It could not even have been your third spoonful yet, but the warmth of the food going down hot and flavorful felt like a shy embrace around your spirit, one that had grown used to stale crackers or raw ramen noodles.
Even though he felt he should do something, Kaji froze; inwardly, though, he was stunned. He had no idea what words of comfort to tell you. He was not even sure you wanted to hear anything from him. Should he call someone? No, definitely not; how was he supposed to explain that whole situation?
So Kaji approached with the only kind of comfort he was used to.
He picked up the earphones left on the bed, connected them, and selected his favorite song.
While you were still trying to disguise your crying, wanting to pretend to be strong when you were already full of cracks and wounds, Kaji sat on the floor behind you, to the side, his shoulder almost brushing your back, but close enough for you to feel the faint human warmth reaching you from him.
Before you had time to protest or question him, he placed the cushioned headphones over your head until they completely covered your ears, the melody already playing.
The spoon fell back into the soup.
A muffled sob escaped, clearly audible.
Your shoulders shook after your hands covered your eyes and allowed the tears to flow, without an audience to judge or pry deeper.
Kaji’s song was exactly your favorite one for comfort in sad moments. And that sank deep enough to reach you, painfully pulling with it the nostalgia of a home and the hope of a shelter that would truly protect you.
Kaji did not move much beyond what he had already done — it felt more right to let you and your pain have a moment of safe intimacy.
Besides, he might not have realized it, but just the warmth of his shoulder serving as support for your back was enough to gently wound an old ache, making it bleed for finally realizing you were being cared for.
It was a far more concrete way than any words could be of saying: “You can fall apart. I am here, and I will keep staying here.”
The idea was for them to be short headcanons, but something got out of hand and suddenly it turned into a long shot. But I didn’t want to stop myself from posting this today, so I couldn’t write it in a long-shot format and kept it as """headcanons""". I just hope Togame didn’t end up too out of character 😥
Despite all of this, I truly hope you enjoy the read ♡
Jo Togame - You start crying during an argument (angst/comfort)
♤ Words: ~ 1800
♧ Content: You finally confront Togame about what’s been happening to him since Choji took over leadership of the group, but both words and tears spiral out of control — and Togame realizes he’s responsible for both.
◇ Warnings: Brief mention or superficial description of blood and violence.
♡ Notes: I usually use (__) as a substitute for 'y/n' so you can insert whatever name you prefer! And yes, this post has a happy ending ~
→ Togame knows he can look like a scary guy during a fight — the more serious it is, the more terrifying he becomes. And, of course, you had already seen your boyfriend take part in a fight like that.
But being who he is, Togame had never even raised his voice at you until then.
→ That argument had already been going on for far too long, and it had started over something very small: your concern about the relationship between Choji and Togame; ever since the short boy took over leadership of the gang, something invisible inside Togame had begun to fall apart, and there is no loving soul capable of watching the person they love lose themselves like that.
→ The breaking point was that night: Togame arrived later — which wasn’t so unusual — but there was much more fresh blood on his knuckles and shirt than usual lately. His dazed state was noticeable; when he found you awake, waiting, his voice was low and cold like a precise blade:
“— What, did you turn into my babysitter (…)? Go to sleep already.”
→ And that was when everything started to fall apart. You ignored him and followed him to the bathroom, determined to confront him for the first time in a long while; Togame, on the other hand, just wanted to get rid of that red filth, take a hot shower, and sleep until he forgot who he was.
To be honest, he felt very tempted to tell you to go home so he could have some time alone.
→ You wanted Togame to listen to you and realize the harm that had been consuming him from the inside out; Togame wanted you to stop meddling in things that weren’t your business.
You wanted Togame to go back to who he used to be; Togame wanted you to stay away so you wouldn’t be tainted by what he had become.
You wanted everything to go back to normal, without blood on Togame’s hands so often; Togame wanted you to accept reality and stop causing him (more) problems with your concerns.
→ Neither of you noticed when things got out of control; the ones who did were the nearby neighbors, who could make out the raised, muffled voices through the walls.
→ The argument also didn’t stay confined to just one room. When Togame went to the bathroom to at least wash his hands, you were right behind him, making sure he wouldn’t avoid the topic like he had other times.
When Togame started treating your concerns like “childish” nonsense, you tried to leave him talking to himself in the bedroom and went to the living room — Togame followed you.
→ The thing is, there’s no way to tell exactly when your tears started, because both of you were so worked up and restless that you barely looked at each other’s faces for long.
Until Togame noticed something strange in your voice.
“— Don’t you see, or are you choosing to ignore what all of this is doing to us?”
“— (__), this isn’t the time to be childish. That invisible problem only exists in your head.”
“— Invis… I’m childish for caring about you?”
There it was again — that strange catch in your voice. It bothered Togame, but he couldn’t name the source of that discomfort.
“— You’re only thinking about yourself! There wouldn’t be anything wrong between us if you stopped meddling in things that don’t involve you.”
“— Anything that involves you affects me too! I don’t treat you like some decoration in my life! Unlike you, who seems to think I’m only your girlfriend during business hours on weekdays!”
Togame’s awareness was beginning to push through; his voice faltered, mixing with sniffles and…
Oh.
Finally, he looked at you for more than three seconds — and saw.
→ Togame froze when he noticed your cheeks covered in tears; each drop was like a shard of ice striking his stomach from the inside.
→ It was easy to tell that the crying hadn’t started at that moment, and that realization only made his conscience weigh heavier.
“— (__), I…”
You wipe your tears, only for more to fall like waterfalls from a broken dam. Togame finally realizes that this crying had been hidden from him for a long, long time.
→ All the adrenaline and energy drained out of him at once, leaving his body so heavy that he had to lean against the doorframe.
All he ever wanted was to clear the path of shadows from the people he loved so he could see them smile freely; so why did more shadows appear the more he fought? Why did every decision he made lead to the opposite result?
→ That made him feel drained and ashamed. Your tears were the last thing Togame ever wanted to see, and knowing he had been so blind to the point of causing them himself…
→ He won’t continue that argument for even one more second. He approaches slowly, barely able to lift his eyes from the floor — unable to face your tears; he calls your name in a whisper, his tone gentle, almost submissive.
Togame fears you might reject him, pull away, give up on what you have together.
→ How Togame wished he could simply wipe your tears with his sleeve, hug you, and go on with the rest of the night as if nothing had happened.
But he knows it’s not possible to pretend nothing happened — you turned your back to him, sniffled, and used your own hands to wipe your tears. If you had punched him, it would have hurt less than that.
→ It was a pain he deserved, and Togame would accept any others you might give him, as long as yours could be erased.
→ He hugs you from behind. He doesn’t try to make you turn around, doesn’t try to say anything else or make you speak. He just leans down until he can rest his forehead on your shoulder and slowly wraps his long arms around your waist; when you don’t pull away, he feels safe enough to pull you a little closer, until your back rests against his chest.
→ Time moves slowly as your tearful breaths sound painfully close to Togame’s ear; one stubborn tear slips down and drips onto his hand at your waist, and all he does is feel the warmth of that drop against his skin — the texture may be different, but the warmth felt the same as the blood of the boy he had beaten earlier.
That thought — the idea that he had hurt you the same way he hurt others with brutal savagery — made him nauseous.
→ Togame holds you a little tighter.
“— I’m sorry…”
It’s all he manages to whisper.
→ He feels guilty and lost and doesn’t know how to fix what he’s done to you; all he can do is stay there, behind you, holding you while holding onto you himself. Letting your tears fall as he silently dwells on a guilt that makes him internally apologize for existing in your life.
→ If only he could cry too, but now he’s so absorbed in your crying that the pain numbs all other pain.
→ There’s no way to tell how long you stayed like that. Only that it was long enough for Togame to flinch when your hand touched his, unexpectedly.
“— I just don’t want to lose you, Togame.”
Your words cut his heart even deeper, but they also brought relief for coming along with your gentle touch and calmer tone.
“— Like I’d ever let you get rid of me that easily, my love.”
His quiet chuckle was almost nervous — a gamble, a hope that things between you could be fixed and carried forward.
→ Then you shift within his hold and turn to face him, wrapping your arms around Togame’s neck. His response is immediate: he pulls you fully against him with his arms around your waist, more than willing to hold you there for as long as needed.
→ Togame’s neck becomes a complete hiding place for your face; after an entire day, the scent of soap had already mixed with the sweat from the fight, but even so it was so… Togame. So present, so real… Your lips meet his skin in such a gentle kiss that Togame shivers; it’s a clear sign — you’re okay.
→ Slowly, his hands move up and down your back in a steady rhythm, grateful to feel your warmth surrounding him once again.
→ If you move, he won’t resist at all — whether you want to sit down or lie down, go prepare something to eat, talk about what happened… That moment is the kind where Togame will nod and agree with anything you say or want, but without truly hearing it. The relief and inner silence left him in such an overwhelming comfort that your voice would feel like a pillow, and your warmth like a new refuge.
Even so, on his own, Togame would rather stay there, holding you with no time limit to let go, with no reason to loosen his grip around you.
He had caused your tears. He hadn’t been able to move to wipe them away. But he could promise himself that he wouldn’t let them fall into nothing — he would be there to hold and carry the weight of every single one.
A silly and fun idea I once did on a sideblog for another fandom, but I enjoyed it so much there that I decided to bring it here in a “series” format — where I plan to cover almost all the characters.
However, since I was busier than expected today, I couldn’t finish the drafts I had already started. So, in order to keep my goal of posting once a day, I ended up bringing this small little piece!
Even so, I hope you enjoy it! ♡ Because if you do, I plan to post more of this theme ~
Haruka Sakura - Playing Minecraft with you (headcanons)
♤ Warnings: no one; Just a lighthearted and fluffy piece
◇ Content: You managed to convince Sakura to play Minecraft with you, and some of his friends decided to join as well ~
♧ Words: ~ 440
》》 ● MASTERLIST ● 《《
→ He’s never played this before and is completely lost with the controls — moving around and controlling the camera feels way too complicated for him.
→ He gets all red and irritated when the others laugh at him for not being able to do something so basic in the game.
→ You’re the savior of his dignity when you offer to spend hours with him on a private server just for the two of you, teaching him step by step.
→ Sakura keeps forgetting creepers exist and has already been blown up so many times that your ears hurt from his shouts of anger and indignation.
→ He spends hours building a house, and in the end it doesn’t go beyond a little box with doors and windows.
He’s completely embarrassed because he knows it looks awful compared to the other boys’ builds; but you praise him, and now he’s all pouty and muttering empty, nonsensical complaints.
→ Oh, dear. You tamed a cat with two different-colored eyes, named it “Sakura,” and carry this pet around the game with so much pride that it leaves the real Sakura so red he’d need to dunk his head in cold water just to cool down his face.
→ Sometimes he grows momentarily and deeply quiet, absorbed in that new, soft feeling of playing something online with a group of people he could call friends.
→ He gets way too excited when hitting a zombie and still hasn’t learned that pressing the buttons harder won’t make his character deal more damage.
→ He hates skeletons and those damn arrows that keep hitting him.
→ He’s fallen into ravines and lava so many times — and died like that — that for a long time he would only go on long map explorations when you went along, to find or create safe paths.
→ The two of you accidentally find the Deep Dark biome way too early in the game, and because of Sakura, the Warden ends up appearing.
Of course, the creature scares both of you, but at the moment the Warden corners you and you accept that you’re about to lose your last heart, Sakura suddenly steps in and starts fighting the monster as if he were an expert at the game.
It takes a while, but he actually defeats the Warden, leaving you and everyone else in disbelief and admiration — and Sakura stunned and flustered by all the praise.
(Please don’t ask Sakura to repeat that feat, because he has no idea how he managed to do it.)
Hiii ong I look forward to all yr wind breaker blogs. I just want to request could you write something where reader does "think fast im a random girl trend" with the WB boys?
Here's a link to the video
https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSHfJmoVU/
(u have total freedom if u make it a one shot,imagine etc)
→ Oh, girl, this boy is going to have a hard time understanding what it is you’re asking him to do.
→ Don’t try to catch him by surprise, saying “think fast I’m a random girl” and then throwing yourself into his arms.
What do you mean “random girl”? Aren’t you his girl? Of course Sugishita will let you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him!
→ He’s genuinely confused about why you want to do this kind of thing, and he tries to go back to sleep when he realizes it’s completely unnecessary.
→ Sugishita’s expression isn’t happy at all when you two are face to face, ready to begin.
(Seriously, if it weren’t for you, he would have just ignored it and gone back to sleep.)
→ You get ready to move forward, and Sugishita instinctively prepares for… what?
Wait. What is he supposed to do with a girlfriend who lunges at him pretending she’s not his girlfriend, when in fact she is?
Sugishita didn’t have time to organize his thoughts. Suddenly, you were already shouting the phrase from that trend, and his fight instincts kicked in when they sensed a supposed threat approaching.
He dodged your arms; before you simply passed through, Sugishita grabbed one of your outstretched arms, spun you in a semi-circle, and used his own momentum to throw you across the room.
Fortunately, what caught you were the pillows and the mattress — but you were upside down and visibly shaken by the almost tragic fate that little stunt almost caused your spine.
Sugishita is panting and his hair is messy, more scared than you. Did he hurt you? What would Umemiya think if he found out Sugishita hurt his own girlfriend? Would you get mad at him? But you insisted on doing it!
Your laughter echoed and only made everything more confusing; a pillow hit him and you called him:
— Come. Now you can go back to sleep.
→ You can almost see question marks over his head, but if the invitation was for a nap with you, Sugishita is moving his feet slowly without even questioning it.
And when he reaches you and you wrap yourself around him, laughing, settling against him, Sugishita can only think one thing: what the hell just happened?
》 BONUS:
He takes a while to fall back asleep, still feeling bad about what just happened, mentally replaying the recent events of that strange game of the girlfriend pretending not to be the girlfriend.
But then, Sugishita realizes he has you lazily nestled against him, and he suddenly pulls you away:
— Hey. You’re back to being my girlfriend now, right?
→ He only agrees because he doesn’t know how to say “no” when you ask him things in such a sweet and charming way, but deep down he’s biting his tongue to avoid arguing back with: “You don’t need to worry about that, (__). No girl would ever hit on a guy like me” — but you’ve already had many serious conversations about Nirei’s habit of self-deprecating, so he wisely chooses to stay quiet.
→ With Nirei, yes, the strategy of suddenly exclaiming “think fast I’m a random girl” would work to catch him off guard. As soon as he hears “random girl” and notices someone approaching, Nirei’s heart starts racing. Because losing you is one of his biggest fears, and any situation that could lead to that triggers a strong “red alert” within him.
You won’t even have time to reach him. Nirei simply turns his back and runs off screaming, not caring about drawing attention in the middle of the street — only after he’s safe does he realize: “Wait, wasn’t that (__)’s voice?”
→ With Nirei, you’ll be able to repeat this trend over and over again, and every time his reaction will be intense — and for a moment, he’ll be genuinely scared by the idea of one day actually being approached like that by a stranger, and you end up misunderstanding the situation.
→ He really runs away until he’s several meters away; there was one time he crouched down and curled up just like Suo taught him during training, and you almost crashed to the ground after tripping over him; another time he used a cushion as a shield so you wouldn’t kiss him; and the last time he almost choked because he swallowed his noodles too quickly before trying to run away.
→ (Seriously, you’re going to give this boy a heart attack one day.)
→ When you approached him like that one day while Nirei was walking home with Suo and Sakura, the scare was so big that he hid behind Suo.
(Suo): “Don’t worry, Nirei, I promise I won’t let any other girl hug you and love you, okay?”
Maybe he didn’t catch the irony in Suo’s voice, because Nirei’s sigh was one of genuine relief.
→ Suo’s only response will be a small smile; soon he’ll be on his feet, hands behind his back, his expression softened into a gentle smile, waiting for you to do what you have to do.
→ After a few months of dating, you would probably be able to read in Suo’s aura that he was planning something, but now it was already too late to back out.
→ It’s a good plan to hesitate quite a bit before advancing, to try to be unpredictable, to try to corner him—anything that might make Suo’s reflexes falter, but of course none of that will work.
At the exact moment your arms should close around him, Suo takes a few steps with a spin and stops behind you, with the same initial posture and smile, as if he had been there the whole time.
It all happens so fast that you can barely process how exactly he dodged—and admit it, there’s a hint of pride in your smile as you recognize that your boyfriend is really good at this kind of thing.
And, as expected, you don’t give up.
Advance after advance, Suo dodges with grace and natural ease, always stopping just close enough to your reach for you to try again.
You can try to be faster. Try to use obstacles. Try to corner him. But nothing will work; with just his footwork and reflexes, Suo moves around you through the room like a dancer leading a dance.
Five minutes have passed in this game, and you’re already almost out of breath—Suo? Untouched.
Until, on your last attempt, hope flickers when Suo remains still even as you’re already dangerously close; it was only that he chose to dodge at the very last second before slipping out of your reach, and only then do you realize it was too late to stop yourself from crashing into the back of the couch.
Suo, of course, stops you from falling forward by grabbing your arm, and takes advantage of the fact that you’re finally momentarily frozen from the shock to lightly flick your forehead with the fingers of his free hand.
— “I guess the ‘random girl’ finally understood that I already have a girlfriend, right?”
→ Don’t worry. Suo will ease your bruised pride after you fell into the couch ambush by ending the game with a kiss on your forehead and an apology for having taken it a bit too seriously.
So it’s just another day on tumblr when a beloved mutual suddenly DMs you (or a random stranger) claiming that someone impersonated you and has scammed them out of (insert money amount here it changes often) be it art or crypto or because of content related to CP. They tell you they’ve accidentally reported you by mistake and that the only way to clear up this issue is to contact someone on discord,Microsoft teams, or a random email account. They even show a screenshot claiming your account was reported for fraudulent activity and action must be taken within 24hrs or else your blog will be terminated. You just need to contact the “official” report dispute discord account in a timely manner and clear everything up or contact the ‘official’ Microsoft teams account!
You panic! You don’t want to lose your blog so you immediately DM the discord account (or the Microsoft Teams account) who begins asking you questions before ultimately asking you to change your email address to theirs so they can ‘fix’ the flag on your account. All is well, and you assume that the false report is going to be cleared up…Right?
Unfortunately no. That’s not what happens.
You get locked out of your account and now the scammer logs in as you and starts to send the same message to anyone and everyone they find. The same message that now you accidentally reported the receiver and you need them to contact the same discord account to repeat the same process over and over again and you yourself seem to have no way of accessing your blog to stop the phishing. But don’t fear! You can fix this! Just contact the real support email and let them know you’ve been hacked and give them any information they may ask to confirm your the real owner of the blog.
Here are things to keep in mind:
- There is no official report dispute discord account ran by tumblr that isn’t a thing and has never been.
- Any discord account claiming to an official tumblr report dispute staff account is a scammer.
- You do not need to ever contact Discord for a tumblr related issue no matter how official the screenshot looks.
- This scam can affect anyone, even your friends. Keep them informed and if you can contact them offsite to let them know they’ve been hacked please do so they can get their account back faster.
- Reports are handled through the official tumblr tech support line and will never be through discord. (Link is to tumblr help center)
- Support center is not: Gmail,yahoo,outlook,Microsoft teams,discord,etc.
◇ Content: A sort of ranking where the referees and judges were me and the voices in my head. So don’t forget: this is a list completely based on personal opinion, don’t take it as an ultimatum. Quite the opposite—if you’d like, feel free to share your own personal ranking as well so we can exchange our headcanons about it!
→ Simply the most eloquent hugs you could ever imagine: tight hugs that say he loves you or that you’re safe; lively, messy hugs that say he’s happy to see you or wants to share some joy with you; soft hugs just to feel you close; tense hugs that show how worried he is about your safety or well-being; long, lazy hugs to tell you you’re home and loved.
→ There’s no such thing as “I’m busy” when it comes to having you in his arms. You’ll see him drop everything and melt the moment you ask for a hug—or when you simply show up already claiming your rightful place beside him.
→ This boy is strong — a body perfectly suited to be a big, walking pillow ~
→ The day he finds out you like being hugged and feel comforted by his muscles, Tsugeura gains yet another reason to stay motivated in his training.
→ Sometimes he overdoes the squeeze, forgetting his own strength — and when he looks at you, all satisfied and comfortable in his arms, it’s such an adorable sight that Taiga can’t help the urge to hug you even tighter and compliment your “aesthetic.”
“ - Love, my aesthetic is going to be that of a corpse if you don’t let me breathe.”
→ This boy has a slimmer build, but there’s something about his hugs that wraps around you in such a delicate and deep way that you feel like you’re sinking into a paradise of comfort and safety.
→ And he’s always so well-scented; not that strong, suffocating perfume, but a soft and enveloping one that intoxicates and soothes you, making you let out a quiet hum of satisfaction as you press yourself closer to him.
(And Kiryu knows you like being there, and he always strokes your head with a smile as if to say: “I know, I know… go ahead, enjoy it.”)
→ He’ll melt and wrap around you even more if you compliment him while you’re in his arms.
“Kiryu… you’re so soft…”
“This perfume smells so good… is it a new one?”
“No… forget the task, I want to stay here a little longer.”
It’s hard to tell who’s more lost in the other: you or him.
→ Yes, he’s on this list, and you’re about to see why.
→ A soft and natural hugger. As soon as the two of you cross the line from “acquaintances” into “friends,” he’ll naturally have at least an arm around you.
(Anzai): “— Huh? (__) and me? We’re just friends.”
(Suo, with a smile and a raised eyebrow): “— Ah, very close friends, huh? So can you hug us as much as you hug (__)?”
(Anzai): “— W-wait a second! That’s not what I—”
→ It’s so natural to have Anzai’s arm around your shoulders that it feels strange how light your shoulders are when you’re near him and don’t have the warm weight of his arm there. A perfect example was the day you were all sitting in a circle and Anzai, distracted in conversation, didn’t wrap an arm around you; as if it were the most simple and trivial thing, you lifted his arm yourself and settled under it.
Everyone in the circle fell silent. Anzai turned red. But you just kept scrolling through your phone like nothing had happened.
→ The closest thing to “normal” you’ll find on this list.
→ He doesn’t suffocate you, doesn’t overdo it, doesn’t hesitate when he knows you like it… Suo seems to know exactly the perfect point of an embracing and comforting hug.
→ But he does enjoy his little act when you want to hug him but won’t (or don’t know how to) ask directly. Oh, heavens. Suo loves to subtly tease you and make you blush until you openly admit what you want.
→ He also has a subtle and pleasant scent—more woody and soft.
→ Always gently stroking your back or arms while hugging you, light and almost unconsciously, but constant.
→ Hugs as soft and gentle as a fresh breeze on a hot day—you didn’t even know you needed a hug from Yuto until you suddenly receive one without warning.
→ But they’re so brief… so rare… always leaving that lingering feeling of “I want more”—does he know the effect he has on you and do it on purpose?
→ He’ll always respond if you ask for a hug—but again, it’ll be quick and gentle.
→ Once, you held onto him a little tighter so he wouldn’t pull away so quickly. Poor Yuto—he nearly had a heart attack right there, and spent days avoiding you, using Kaji as an excuse to dodge your approaches. In the end, you had no choice but to give in and promise you wouldn’t do that again; Yuto rewarded you with a quick hug and a sweet kiss on the cheek, but didn’t explain anything.
→ Something everyone agrees on: getting to the point where he hugs you on his own is already a huge victory.
→ This boy has an incredible hug! But he’s completely unaware of this power.
→ Kaji has never said it out loud, but he feels awkward and a little foolish when he hugs you; he’s so worried about whether he’s doing it right, so concerned about whether you’re actually enjoying it or not, that it often ends up clumsy and embarrassing simply because he can’t relax. → With time, he gets better ~
→ HOWEVER, Kaji’s protective hug… I could spend an entire chapter on that alone. That hug when something threatens you? That hug when you’re pulled away from danger safely? That hug that says “it’s okay, if anything tries to hurt you I’ll kill it myself”?
→ Yes, yes. That hug of Kaji’s is a deadly weapon he isn’t capable of activating consciously.
→ The good side is that you can pull the strings of Kaji’s instinctive subconscious: just an imminent danger, a vulnerability in your gaze that screams “I need you,” a threat trying to pull you away from him… and that’s it. Kaji’s mind goes dark and the next instant you’re firmly held in the safety of his arms.
→ (Please don’t use this superpower in public, Kaji would feel deceived)
→ He’s only not in the top 5 for one small detail: most of the time, he’s the one who ends up being hugged.
→ Don’t get it wrong. Nirei loves hugging you—a lot.
→ “Soft” is the key word to define his hugs—a kiss on the cheek after a fall or a hug from Nirei carry the same comforting and soothing frequency.
→ But going back to the point: Nirei is irresistible—you won’t be able to resist the urge to hug him first for long. And he doesn’t even have to try; just standing there with that angelic face is enough, and before you know it, your arms are already around his neck, pulling him close.
→ This boy still has a lot to learn about affection, but then you came along and turned his world upside down, and he can barely process so much at once.
→ Sakura is, indeed, awkward when it comes to hugging. Sometimes he’s so embarrassed he can’t even stay holding you for 30 seconds; other times, he moves too much, restless, trying to figure out a better position or a more comfortable way to hold you.
→ He complains a lot at first, but follows all your directions—and proves himself to be a great learner. Advantage for you, who now has a boyfriend at your disposal to hug you in whatever way you like best.
→ I don’t think I have enough words to express the deep sense of safety a hug from Sakura can convey; it’s a hug that carries such a firm presence that the whole world could be falling apart, but the moment he holds you, there’s only one certainty: he will protect you.
→ Another one who gets way too restless at first — he knows he’s a big guy and somewhat clumsy with how his long arms wrap around you. What he doesn’t understand is that this is exactly what you love.
→ Sugishita always wraps you completely in his hug, tight without being suffocating.
→ Once he gets used to it, he stops moving so much — but then stays in the same position the entire time — believe it, he’s actually very comfortable like that.
→ It’s during these hugs that you notice how good Sugishita’s hair product smells.
→ They’re hugs that start slow, and when it’s time to pull away, Sugishita is even slower.
→ You can easily feel his chest rising and falling along with you — Sugishita’s breathing is naturally deep and strong, and somehow that rhythm is hypnotizing and comforting.
wait i am IN LOVE with your writing oh em gee.. im claiming an og ticket because you and your blog is so epic ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
if you have anons, i’d love to someday be your ☁️ anon!!
wishing you well, have a great rest of your day/night („ᵕᴗᵕ„)
When I read your message, I had to look around and ask: is this for me?
I definitely wasn’t expecting so much love and affection packed into just a few lines.
And no “someday” — your day is now: your V.I.P anon spot is right here, reserved for you, filled with soft pillows, cute cats 🐈⬛ — and a very elegant Kiryu in a suit, holding a tray and offering you a sweet, refreshing drink 🍸~
Thank you so much for all the love, dear ♡♡ I’ll do my best to make this blog something enjoyable and rewarding for you to read.
