would yall still fw me if i made ANOTHER post announcing my return but i donât returnâŠâŠ.
i hope yall wouldâŠâŠâŠâŠ.. cause my ass is tryna come back and conclude sadist gauntlet (itâs outlined and in-progress) and post this hijikata thing iâm really excited to work on againâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ i hope yall still fw me and arenât sick of my SHENANIGANS
and even if you have no interest in me or my shenanigans, i hope you can still consider reading and supporting once i DO actually post lol
pls stay tuned :)
just cause i'm excited abt the hiji fic in particular, under the break is a TEASER......
It has been four weeks since Hijikata and the Shinsengumi left to travel North toward the sea for a sting operation.Â
Itâs obviously very serious business, but you canât help but pout at your phone, which is notably lacking notifications from a certain someone. The best you could settle for was asking Yamazaki how everything was going, and his responses werenât exactly refreshing and welcome; one-word replies of âgoodâ or a simple thumbs up emoji were what you had to settle with until Hijikata could actually respond.Â
Itâs been radio silence for a few days now, however. It seems that the time has come for them to execute their operation, and all you can do is hope and wait everything turned out as expected.Â
Itâs been hard without him around, the house you both call a home is extremely drab and quiet when heâs not there. You have no motivation to cook whole meals, opting for walking down the street to the corner store and getting boxed lunches; itâs one of the few times of day you get out of the house, too.Â
You donât necessarily let him control your life, itâs not usually this debilitating, but something about this trip didnât let you rest easily.Â
You made your rounds around the home to make sure every entrance was fastened shut. âItâs about that time I guess, he didnât text me today either, huh?â You pull out your phone to no avail. You set it down beside your desk, hopefully the screen will light up and disturb your sleep with a lovely notification. You walked toward the shoji leading outside to the very small courtyard in your home. You look up at the moon beaming through the foliage, scattering casts of its light everywhere. âLetâs see if your stash is still where I remember it, Toshi.â You chuckle and walk next door to the guest room. Thoughtfully, you head to the closet and rummage inside the spare futon you both have; âI know you too well, it seems.â You allocate and stare at his emergency pack of Mayoboro Reds. You return to the doorway and commence your ritual, flicking the bottom of the pack before gently gosling a stick between your lips straight from the box. You always had a lighter handy just in case he needs one, but itâs just you tonight.Â
The smoke starts to dance and wisp away into the night. Smoking is a rare indulgence for you, but you just need to feel closer to him. You fight the urge to cough as you burn and puff through the harshest tobacco taste imaginable. âMy eyes are watering, damn cigarette.â You spat and stomped it out, quickly dismissing the welling emotions behind them. âNothing today either, it seems. I suppose itâs time for bed.â You stare regrettably at the smudge on the floor, wishing you hadnât put that out yet - directly on the wooden floor, for that matter. It was a problem for future you to deal with. You turned your back on the bittersweet reminder you left for yourself tomorrow, weakly sliding the door shut behind you.Â
As soon as that screen clicked in place, you couldâve sworn you heard your phone vibrate. Itâs not uncommon for you to hear this illusion, so you shrug it off and continue all the same. Opening the closet, you huffed and struggled the lusciously dense futon out and unceremoniously onto the floor with a loud PLOP. Again, you heard the vibrating.
âToshi?â
