abigail. ☆

tired asian girl :: she/her ;; 19

[morningzom]

the snoopiest summer to ever snoopy!

snoopy’s day at the beach ☀️

[sweethearticism]

𝓡.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀ᅠ ͏͏ ͏͏ 🌷♡ ͏͏ᅠ ͏͏ ͏refuses to hold your baby

♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. heian!sukuna :: slight angst :: fluff

"Do not bring that thing near me."

"This thing is your daughter."

The King of Curses sat upon his throne, and yet you had no issue glaring up at him. As if it were your stare that could cleave. Your hands that could ignite his shrine into blitz and ember.

Bundled in a silk blanket and babbling up at you with eyes as ruby as her father's, your daughter chewed on her thumb. Blissfully oblivious to the tyrant from which she came.

Sukuna refused to hold her.

It was subtle, at first. When she was born, he claimed that it was vital for a baby to stay close to its mother. For warmth, food and comfort.

It had been four weeks, and your husband hadn't so much as grazed her tiny pinkie.

"Why?" You asked, anger blooming in your throat like the flowers he had planted in the gardens for you. He would sully his knees in the soil and his hands in the mud for your benefit, but couldn't bear to hold the life that he had created?

Sukuna's face was hard in a scowl. Each maroon eye glaring into your soul.

A beat of silence.

"I do not want to."

You flared, clinging your baby closer. "Are you ashamed? Ashamed of the life we created?"

"No, damnit woman—"

"Then why!?"

"Because I will mar her!"

The shrine shook as he shoved himself out of his throne. Standing now. It was at his full height that you recognised the being thousands feared. Four arms, two faces, and a stature that rose from hell.

His glare burned, but it wasn't anger. Face twisted in an emotion you hadn't seen enough from him.

"I will— hurt her. Is that what you want?"

Vulnerability.

Your daughter startled. Sniffling at the booming voice that rattled the floors. You watched her face squish and her lip quiver, before a broken, hiccuped sob filled the air.

His shoulders sunk. The fight seeping out of him. You watched his eyes swell with many things you'd never seen before.

Guilt, sadness.

Fear.

Rocking your startled baby, you held her close with soft shushes, but her sniffles soon turned into wails. Sukuna's stood frozen, sullen.

You understood, now.

Cradling the small girl, you stepped forward. Up the stairs to the platform of his throne. Even as he took a step back, you persisted.

"Sukuna. . ." You called to him. Soft in the way that only you were capable of being with him.

He almost flinched.

"This child, she's ours. Our daughter, made with love."

You stood right in front of him now. Taking in his wound up muscles and squared shoulders. Looking more like a deer ready to sprint than a father.

A father who feared that his hands were too rough, too evil, to nurture his own child.

"You won't hurt her. Because she's ours." Reaching forward, you held out the sobbing bundle. Watching his face and the several shades of uncertainty it turned.

You had never seen him so. . . frightened.

You pushed past his hesitancy, carefully placing your daughter into a set of his hulking arms. She was tiny compared to him. Seemed he was processing that too.

Aiding his position, you slipped one of your hands to tenderly hold him by the bicep as he, for the first time ever, held his daughter.

His breath was hitched. All of his eyes gaping at the small bundle in his arms. Watching her as if she were the most delicate piece of porcelain.

Your daughter's sobs stirred into sniffles, then hiccups, until. . . silence.

As big, ruby eyes stared up at her father. Taking him in. His face, his warmth.

And then, she beamed a toothless smile.

Sukuna tensed. A shaky breath hitching.

"She's— she's smiling. Why is she smiling?"

He quickly looked to you. Brows pinched. Looking lost, looking scared.

You offered him a smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. "Because she knows that her father loves her." Tickling her neck, you hummed as she squirmed a bit and giggled, pressing more into him.

He instinctively held her closer. Eyes unblinking.

You watched as Ryomen Sukuna, The King of Curses, melted. His heart swelling as he stared at his daughter. Even bringing one of his fingers closer to her, so that she could grab at it. Hugging around it with that big, bring smile.

His mouth quirked at the corner. Faint, but tender.

"Yeah. . ." He whispered, voice thick with emotion. Centuries worth of affection for his child, his daughter.

"Your father loves you. More than anything. More than life."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/lacquerheadd

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[embodement]

ghostface x itafushi

[catchymemes]

[catchymemes]

[paxyfica]

Babe? No! I'm Mom!

The sun is streaming through the kitchen windows, the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes is filling the air, and you are currently standing at the stove, flipping a slightly burnt blueberry pancake.

Sukuna is sitting at the kitchen island. He’s fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a pair of low-hanging gray sweatpants, his damp pink hair falling into his eyes. He’s scrolling through his phone, sipping his black coffee, completely relaxed.

“Hey,” you say, not looking away from the frying pan. “Can you grab the syrup from the pantry?”

“Yeah, I got it babe.” Sukuna rumbles. He stands up, his massive frame easily reaching the top shelf of the pantry. He sets the bottle on the counter next to you, leaning in to press a lingering, warm kiss to your bare shoulder. “Smells good.”

“Thanks, babe,” you smile, leaning into his touch.

It’s a normal morning. A perfectly domestic, quiet morning. And then, the patter of tiny, bare feet echoes down the hallway.

Yuji waddles into the kitchen. He’s wearing his favorite dinosaur pajamas, his spiky pink hair sticking up in every possible direction. He’s clutching an empty plastic sippy cup in one chubby hand, looking incredibly serious for a toddler who just woke up.

He stops in the middle of the kitchen floor. He looks at you. He looks at Sukuna.

Then, he takes a deep breath, puffs out his little chest, and yells, “Babe!”

You freeze. The spatula in your hand halts mid-air. Sukuna stops mid-sip of his coffee. He slowly lowers the mug, his eyes blinking in confusion.

“Did he just…” you whisper, slowly turning your head to look at your husband.

“There’s no way,” Sukuna mutters, his brow furrowing. He looks down at the two-year-old. “What did you say, little man?”

Yuji marches over to Sukuna. He stops right at his father’s bare feet, tilts his head all the way back to look up at the towering 6’4” wall of muscle, and holds up his empty sippy cup.

“Babe,” Yuji says, his voice completely clear and demanding. “Juice. Pwease.”

Sukuna’s jaw drops.

You slap a hand over your mouth, your eyes going wide. “Oh my god.”

“Did you…” Sukuna stammers, looking from Yuji to you, completely bewildered. “Did he just call me babe?”

“He definitely just called you babe,” you wheeze, a laugh bubbling up in your throat.

Yuji, growing impatient with the lack of service, turns his attention to you. He waddles over to the stove, tugging on the hem of your pajama shorts.

“Babe,” Yuji insists, pointing a chubby finger at the frying pan. “Pancake.”

A loud, booming bark of laughter erupts from your husbands chest. He throws his head back, his massive shoulders shaking as he braces his hands on the kitchen island. “Holy shit,” he wheezes.

“It’s not funny!” you scold, though you are biting your lip so hard to keep from laughing that it actually hurts. “He’s going to go to daycare and call his teachers babe!”

“The kid’s got swagger, what can I say?” Sukuna laughs, wiping his eyes. He crouches down, bringing himself to Yuji’s eye level. “Hey. Buddy. Who am I?”

Yuji looks at him like it’s the stupidest question in the world. He reaches out, patting Sukuna’s tattooed cheek with a sticky hand. “Babe.”

Sukuna bites his fist, his face turning red from the effort of holding in another hysterical laugh. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Stop swearing!” you hiss, swatting Sukuna’s shoulder with the spatula. You kneel down next to him, putting on your most serious, gentle mom-face. “Yuji, sweetie, look at me.”

Yuji blinks his big, golden eyes at you. “Yeah?”

You let out a long groan, dropping your head into your hands. Sukuna is practically vibrating next to you, completely useless.

“No, baby,” you say, looking back up. You point to yourself. “I am Mama. Ma-ma.”

Yuji stares at you.

You point to Sukuna, who is currently trying to compose his face into something resembling a responsible parent. “And he is Dada. Da-da. Not babe.”

Yuji looks at Sukuna. He looks at you. His little eyebrows furrow in deep toddler concentration. He’s processing the information. You can practically see the gears turning in his head.

“Mama,” Yuji says slowly, pointing at you.

“Yes!” you cheer, clapping your hands. “Good boy!”

Yuji then points at Sukuna. “Dada.”

“Exactly,” Sukuna nods, looking incredibly proud. “Nailed it, little man.”

Yuji smiles, a massive, gummy grin that lights up his entire face. He looks thrilled with himself. He holds up his sippy cup again, looking right at Sukuna.

“Dada babe! Juice!”

“I give up,” you sigh, standing back up and walking over to the fridge to get the apple juice. “We’re raising a tiny frat boy. This is entirely your fault.”

“My fault?!” Sukuna gasps from the floor, trying to catch his breath. “How is this my fault?!”

“Because you call me babe every five seconds!” you argue, pouring juice into the plastic cup. “You never use my actual name! You never call me mama! He literally thinks ‘babe’ is a universal pronoun!”

“You call me babe too!” Sukuna defends himself, sitting up and resting his arms on his knees. He looks entirely too amused by the situation. “I haven’t heard you call me ‘dada’ unless we’re in the bedroom, and even then—”

“RYOMEN SUKUNA!” you shriek, your face flushing a shade of red as you shove the sippy cup into his chest. “Not in front of the child!”

“What? He doesn’t know what that means,” Sukuna smirks, standing up and effortlessly pulling you by the waist until your back is flush against his chest. He rests his chin on top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.

Yuji happily takes his juice, taking a long sip before waddling over to the living room to watch his cartoons, completely oblivious to the absolute crisis he just caused.

“We have to actively start calling each other Mama and Dada around him. Seriously. I am not having my two-year-old walk around the grocery store yelling ‘babe’ at me.”

“Alright, alright,” Sukuna chuckles, his chest vibrating against your back. He presses a soft kiss to your hair. “We’ll be better. Strictly Mama and Dada from now on.”

“Promise?” you ask, turning your head to look up at him.

“Yes, mommy..” he laughs, kissing your cheek. You groan, elbowing him hard in the ribs. “I hate you.”

an: i'm laughing my ass out with the tiktoks of toddler calling their parents babe! please let me marey Sukuna :c art by: umeka ryomen on pinterest here! the dividers and GIF i got from pinterest! please let ne know who the owners are if u know!

[amechanwww]

wip

I have been procrastinating for weeks!! I swear that I will get back to my asks real soon, life got me lately 😭😭

[mewnbuns]

that painfully long second during a pussy job when his tip falls against the entrance to your pussy and he’s wondering whether or not he should just push right in…..

[dogpuppy]

[karasuitachi]

illusion of comfort

thank you to my mutual on Twitter for the ko-fi donation!

[mattsundaes]

dry humping in his lap when he reaches around your ass and sinks the tip of his finger inside of you. he groans under his breath in disbelief over how wet you are, the way you gasp and whine and try to fuck yourself on the tease of penetration. he plunges in deep, finger buried in your cunt to the last knuckle as you tremble, desperately slipping and sliding up and down the ridges of his cock, face buried in the crook of his neck as you cum with a whimper.

[tteokdoroki]

“go ahead n rub that clit for me.” over FaceTime but you’re the only one touching yourself n he’s smirking at your obedience half way across the world

[mattsundaes]

in this house we respect the “we shouldn’t be doing this” to dry humping to wet messy pussyjob to “fuck it” creampies pipeline.

[drfish0-0]

girldad

[dogpuppy]

[polaroidsex]

★ . . being stuck with frenemies with benefits!satoru in a packed car

the car is way too packed.

windows fogging up from bodies crammed into a space that’s definitely not meant for this. you’re stuck on satoru’s lap in the back, your friends loud and distracted up front with music blasting and snacks being passed around.

at first, it’s subtle when his hands settle politely on your hips. but after a few minutes you feel him shift, spreading his thighs wider so your core presses firmly against one of his thick thighs. his fingers flex, slowly starting to guide your hips in tiny movements.

you turn your head slightly and glare at him hard over your shoulder.

“satoru, stop,” you hiss under your breath, eyes narrowed in warning.

he just smiles that tiring, infuriating smile, lips brushing your ear. “what? i’m just trying to get comfortable.”

you try to stay still, refusing to give him the satisfaction, but he keeps rocking you subtly, the firm muscle of his thigh dragging right against your clit through your thin shorts.

heat builds fast between your legs no matter how much you fight it. you dig your nails into his wrist, trying to still his hands, but he only tightens his grip and pulls you down harder.

“behave,” you mutter, shooting him another sharp glare.

satoru chuckles quietly, breath warm against your neck. “you first.”

bitch.

you hold out for a few more minutes, jaw clenched, but the constant pressure is too good. eventually your hips start moving on their own, small, reluctant rolls that turn into slow, needy grinds. you hate how quickly you give in, but the way his thigh feels against your soaked pussy is addictive.

“that’s my girl,” he whispers smugly, one hand slipping under your hoodie to palm your breast while the other keeps guiding your movements.

you’re grinding properly now, dragging your clit along his leg in steady circles, trying desperately to stay quiet. your shorts are getting soaked, the wet patch growing on his sweats with every roll of your hips. satoru’s cock is rock hard against your ass, twitching every time you press down.

you don’t notice how, suddenly, your friend in the passenger seat turns around, eyebrows furrowed.

“hey, you okay back there?” her concerned face would’ve made your heart melt if you weren’t humping satoru’s thigh under you. “your face is super red and you look kinda hot, you getting carsick or something?”

your heart jumps, whole body freezing mid-grind, still flushed and breathing heavier than you should be.

well fuck.

before you can answer, satoru jumps in smoothly, voice casual and unbothered.

“yeah she’s good.” you feel his thump caress the skin under your breast. “she gets motion sickness really easily on these winding roads.” he says. “plus she wore that hoodie even though i told her it’s warm in the car. stubborn as hell.”

he gives your thigh a little squeeze under the hoodie, like he’s comforting you. you let out a weak chuckle, playing along even though your pussy is still throbbing against his thigh.

“yeah… i’m fine,” you manage, voice a little strained. “just warm. that’s all.” you drag the last part, turning to the side which is enough to give him a glare.

your friend nods and turns back around, satisfied. the second the whole attention is gone, satoru’s hand slides between your legs from the front, pressing two fingers against your clit through your soaked shorts while you keep grinding.

“close call,” he murmurs, amused. “now be a good girl and finish what you started.”

you’re too worked up to fight anymore. you ride his thigh harder, hips rolling desperately, chasing that tight coil of pleasure building fast in your stomach. satoru keeps rubbing your clit in tight circles, lips pressed to your shoulder to hide his own heavy breathing.

when you cum, it hits you hard. your thighs shake around his leg as you bite down on your lip to stay silent, pussy clenching and soaking his thigh completely. your whole body trembles in his lap while he holds you down, making sure you ride every wave.

after a long moment, satoru kisses the side of your neck softly, voice low and satisfied.

“good girl… look at the mess you made on me.”

you stay slumped against his chest, still breathing hard, knowing this stupid friends-with-benefits thing is getting way too dangerous.

i didn’t know this could be an option.. frenemies with benefits and satoru combo??? 😃

[araneol]

TADASHI HAMADA: Oh no! HE'S HOT!?!?

summary: you're trying to track down your campus crush... with only your mind's eye memory of his arms.

a/n: this is so dumb guys.... here u go. tadashi bicep fic.

contents & warnings: KIND OF SUGGESTIVE, SO MDNI !!!!! tadashi's glorious arms, fluff. STUPID. reader is a biotech major. reader's best friend IS HONEY LEMON WOO (loud, deafening applause). oh and she's lesbian and dating gogo. I love them, your honor. reader is stressed about their finals, reader's a little slow and awkward ig but it's mostly me bullshitting logic... corny writing. REALLY REALLY STUPID GUYS IDK. tadashi is taller than reader (taller girlies (gender neutral) just imagine he's like 7'2...). gn! reader like always, no use of y/n. some mistakes but im too lazy to correct them....

wc: 2601

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။•— NOW PLAYING: 'Falling For Ya' from Teen Beach Movie 𑣲

You were gonna kill Professor Tomioka.

Who in their right mind assigns an essay AND a lab report a week before final exams? What PSYCHO makes both 70% of your grade?

Squeaking and sliding rung out from beneath the soles of your sneakers as you angrily skated across the polished floors of your university like an academically scorned Alysa Liu. Your muscles were protesting the sheer amount of textbooks you had to carry back to the library in dull, aching pains. The thick, 3000-paged burdens had you sinking down. You could almost be mistaken for the Hunchback of Notre Dame... or an engineering student.

Your anger stewed inside of your like the world's most passive aggressive braised beef short ribs, topped perfectly with barbeque sauce, along with rice, coleslaw... wait. Shit. Now's not the time to think about food.

Then again, your bitch-of-a-professor's-assignments had limited you to a small onigiri and some weird soda water from SFIT's vending machines. A stop by the cafeteria wouldn't be so bad...

You groaned as you strained to haul your textbooks to the library, every two steps feeling like a mini marathon. Something about these books was agonizing. Not to mention the time you'd have to take studying them for that final exam, the time you'd take hauling your books back to your apartment miles across campus, the time you'll spend curled up in a fetal position crying your eyes out because mangrove trees are somehow relevant to this stupid. ass. exam—

"Woah, hey... need some help?" You barely had time to process the sonorous voice gracing your ears. Your legs gave out (whether it was because of the incredibly attractive voice or the incredibly bulky textbooks, you still don't know) and suddenly, your burdensome weight was lifted from you. Your legs unbuckled, your arms relaxed, and your head almost turned up to thank your savior.

And then you saw them.

Lean. But powerful. Tanned skin stretched over trained muscle... How did they get so... big?

"Whew. These sure are heavy. Where to?"

He could be in a kinesiology textbook with how defined all his muscles were. You could only imagine what he had done to get them that noticeable. Wow. God had his favourites, and clearly he spent more time on this man's arms than he ever did on you. The curl of his muscles were probably fit to the golden ratio, worth being displayed in a museum...

"You are okay, right? If it's the weight, it's probably because of the way you were lifting. It's really important to lift with your legs..."

Did he wear that black tank top on purpose? It showed everything. Hell, you sure weren't complaining. His forearms could kill a man and his biceps could support a family—

"...uh. You good?"

You snapped out of your trance and realized how creepy you sounded. God, you only just met this man, and you were already drooling over his arms?? Right off the bat? You cleared your throat, immediately hanging your head in shame.

"Oh, yeah, I'm good. I'm always good." You tried not to show how much your internally cringed into yourself.

Your eyes only met with the stranger's mint green converse. The smirk was audible in his voice as he chuckled.

"Ah, good to know. So, uh, where to?" "Library." "Right, okay."

You trailed behind him. You only realized you had nothing to do with your hands. Your fingers fiddled with each other as you followed the mysterious man with the pretty arms. You made no attempt at conversation. Embarrassment already threatened to kill you enough.

Once you reached the library, you wordlessly instructed him to lay the books down on your usual table. He obliges, and the universe gives you a sadistic little moment of pure discomfiture in the form of a minute of silence between you two. "So..." He starts. "I didn't catch your–" "ThanksforthehelpIgottagotothebathroombye." Your feet propelled you out of the library faster than your heart could beat. You hid around a hallway corner, feeling like the physical embodiment of calling your teacher 'mom'.

"OH. MY. GOD. YOU MET SOMEBODY??" 'Met' was a strong word, but you could never stop humouring Honey Lemon, especially if she got excited about something. And Honey always gets excited at the smallest developments in your love life. Next to you was her enigmatic girlfriend GoGo, who simply nodded in acknowledgement.

Your smile was strained as you pulled out your juice box straw from your mouth, nodding with an unsure "mhm".

"You could say that..." Her eyes sparkled in the way they did when she got to work with tungsten carbide and everything pink. She was practically vibrating into the matter of her seat. Her arms reached out, punctuating her following words with a gentle shake of your shoulders.

"You. have. to. tell. me. EVERYTHING! Name, age, major, favourite chemical, oh, are they a dog or cat person—!"

GoGo shook her head, putting her hand on Honey's. At her girlfriend's grounding touch, Honey slowly retracts from you, smiling sheepishly while quickly blurting out a "sorry". GoGo snorts, amused.

"Hey now, let's not overwhelm them... but, I'd be lying if I said I didn't wanna know. So, spill. Who's the mystery person?"

You bit your lip as you looked away, mentally preparing for how weird you were going to sound. "Ah, well, he's... strong." Honey squealed like it was the most exhilarating thing in the world.

"Okay, okay!"

"And wears mint converse..." Honey nodded (albeit a little more hesitantly), and GoGo raised an eyebrow.

"....Ooooookay, okay!"

"And I don't know his name." Honey's smile didn't falter, but a lot of confusion flooded her eyes once she heard your last confession. GoGo rears her head back a little, popping her gum. "No name? I thought you said you met this guy." "Met is very loosely defined here..." you murmured, taking another sip of your juice box. "So what do you know about him? Do you remember his face?" Honey adjusted her glasses with a click. "...no."

"Was it a one night stand?" Ah. GoGo, Always so blunt.

"No!"

"Wait, so... you don't know anything about him." "I knooooow... what his arms look like? Man, his arms are amazing... like the eighth Wonder of the World... or seeing a unicorn.... uh, a-and his voice was nice? I guess?"

Silence took over the table as two pairs of eyes narrowed at you.

"...is he a camboy—?" "NO!? Why would you even– I met him in real life, guys, promise! He helped me carry my books to the library."

"Uh-huh. Sure. "Real-life"." Honey clears her throat, offering an ever-positive yet questioning smile toward you. You sighed in relief, happy to find a little respite in your friend's reassurance.

"That's okay! We'll help you find him!" GoGo gapes at her girlfriend briefly, wrinkling her face in bewilderment at the absurd task. "We will?—ough! Ow!"

Quiet expletives leave the shorter girl's mouth as she recovers from the light blow to the stomach doled out by Honey's swift fist. You blink, nodding in slight amazement... and fear. "Of course we will! This'll be our new passion project! We just have to gather what we know, and then find out the most efficient way to narrow mystery-guy-with-magnificent-arms down." Rubbing her side, GoGo eyes her girlfriend with an extremely unconvinced expression. "Alright, so, how do you plan on doing that? It's not like we can ask to see the arms of every guy on campus..."

GoGo watched as you and Honey Lemon walked back from "interviewing" yet another guy, planting her face into her palm. You hug a clipboard to your chest, a pose that told so little, yet showed so much shame. GoGo watched you two as a disappointed mother would. "How's the 'survey' going...?" Honey huffed in frustration and resignation, slumping against her girlfriend in frustration. GoGo wraps her arm around the sullen blonde. patting in consolation. You glare at them slightly, patting your own arm in a very single manner. When you looked again, Honey was giggling at something her shorter lover had said, emphasizing your predicament. You loudly clear your throat.

Snapping out of their coupled stupor, their attention falls on you, apologetic, bashful grins on them both. You fall into a slump of your own, placing your clipboard beside yourself. "Honey, I don't think this 'survey every boy for their arms, voice, and choice of shoe for a fake school project' plan is going to work... and, wow, I didn't know so many people wore Nike's..." You flit through the marked paper on your clipboard, reading over the responses carefully.

"Maybe we didn't think this through..." Honey speaks up, playing with an end of her golden hair. A wry smile crosses GoGo's lips at her girlfriend's admission of defeat. The 'I told you so' was on the tip of her tongue, but she withdrew it. "I did say it wasn't a great idea... but maybe we just need a little break from everything. I'll get us some drinks." Honey perks up at her girlfriend's words. a big grin returning to her face. Placing her hand in GoGo's, she pulls herself up. "I'll come with!" Seeing as you've already made a name for yourself as HoneyGoGo's third wheel, you politely shake your head ‘no’ as Honey offers her other hand to you. "No thanks... I'll wait for you two here. I gotta clear my head anyways." Honey nods, turning away. "If you're sure... we'll get you some C.C Lemon, 'kay?"

You give them a thumbs up and a mirthful smile, laughing as you watch them walk away.

Alone with your thoughts, you muse to yourself on how perfect they seemed together. Angling your eyes to the floor, you retreat inside your mind. It wanders as your face goes blank, bouncing around from finals, to birds, to the textbooks sitting at your desk in your dorm. They were a pain to carry in one trip, and you couldn't help but wish that your mystery man would come and sweep your books right off your hands... With his perfectly sculpted arms and his... mint green converse?

You straighten your back and lock in on the pair of shoes that came into your view, slowly moving your head up in both horror and excitement, you gasp loudly. Like an idiot.

Your eyes meet another pair with kind brown irises, drawn to you by the bait of your gasp. They narrow and tip to the side. When you zoom out your vision, saw the stranger in his entirety. A scarily familiar intuition scales up your back. He was dressed in a black tank top, slim-fit pants and a crimson cardigan. A baseball cap sits atop his head, the logo for the San Fransokyo Ninjas staring back at you. And of course, a pair of mint green converse. But, y'know, lots of people could wear mint green converse.

"Hey... I remember you. The one with the biotech books, right?" That VOICE. Oh, shit, it's him. It's definitely him. Your knees grow a little limp.

"Oh. Yeah. Biotech. That's... my major." The stranger smiles at you. Oh, god, he smiles at you. Your heart speeds down and slows up at that lopsided, boyish smirk.

"Right... man, your textbooks were heavy. I'm glad I could help you in time." You laugh. Fuck, why'd you laugh? It was getting harder to ignore the ever expanding crush you were beginning to have on this man, and to think you didn't even know his name.

"Yeah, ha. Ha. I'm glad, too. You know. Real glad." The same smirk you heard in his voice the other day now reveals itself to you. You bite back the urge to propose right there and then. Could you convince him to wear a sleeveless tux to your wedding? Probably. You mentally note it down and file it under 'very important to remember'.

"Oh, of course. You're 'real glad' and 'always good', huh?" You want the Earth to swallow you whole. You sputter something out very briefly, before he laughs again. You'd sputter like a 100-year-old car engine if it got him to laugh like that again.

"Mhm. Always... yeah..."

"Relax, I'm only teasing..." He gestures to the bench beside you, cocking his head in the direction he gestured in.

"Mind if I join you?" You nod a bit too quickly for your liking, smiling like an idiot. After sitting beside you, he turns to you again.

"I never got your name. I mean, you took off so suddenly..." After a quick apology, you tell him your name. He smiles, nodding in understanding.

"Ah, don't sweat it. I understand. You gotta go when you gotta go." After a bit, he widens his eyes slightly, almost jumpily. "Oh! God, where are my manners... I'm Tadashi. Tadashi Hamada." Tadashi Hamada. At last, a name to put to your mystery-man-with-hot-arms.

You sit on that bench for around thirty minutes, making small talk about your majors and lives in general. You learn a lot about him from one conversation alone, finding it cute that he wears his life on his sleeve. He's a robotics student with a little brother who gets into trouble. He likes martial arts, and he took the karate elective in his second year onward. He's very caring of his friends, his voice is really nice to listen to... his lips are perfect to kiss....

A gust of wind whacks you on your back, jolting you back to reality. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and regain some body heat back.

He notices (because of course, he had to be hot AND attentive), and frowns. "Hey... mind if I give you my cardigan? Don't worry, I'm not very bothered by a windy day..."

Your response is an immediate nod of your head, earning yourself another internally cringe moment. But the soft material of his dark red cardigan makes it all worth it. You pull it closer to yourself as he carefully drapes it over your shoulders. You revel in the fabric like you revel in his care, wanting to freeze this moment in time...

You turn your head to the side and get an eyeful of his glorious, family-supporting biceps once more, making you giggle like a school girl.

Tadashi sees you swoon, chuckling softly while rubbing the back of his neck, unsure and bashful at your giddy display. He's just glad you're enjoying his company as much as he's enjoying yours.

From behind a broken vending machine, Honey Lemon and GoGo sip at strawberry milk cartons very furiously, watching the interaction with great interest and satisfaction. Honey whisper screams enthusiastically as Tadashi offers his cardigan toward you. GoGo grounds her from getting too loud, but can't hide the smirk on her face at the cute exchange of glances and coy smiles.

Honey coos at the sight, squeezing her girlfriend's gloved hand. "So they were talking about Tadashi... We should've known it when they said something about mint green converse. I didn't expect the two of them to hit it off so well..."

GoGo nods, taking another sip of her sickeningly sweet strawberry milk.

"Unlikely couples work out the best, sometimes. Though, I hope they don't faint every time he shows a bit of arm..."

The taller girl scoffs, gesturing animatedly.

"Regardless, I think they'd be soooooo cute together. Don't you think?" Humming, GoGo crosses her arms, leaning against the wall to get a better look. It seemed like Tadashi had handed his phone over to you, probably to get your number.

"Yeah. I think so too."

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