pizza-la

indie // semi-selective // stretched by paris

[jeanvogue]

“Stay the night—please?”

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it’s late, very late by the time hakamata realizes so. partly because that’s just how time tended to slip when he’s with shinya, and more so because he didn’t care about the hour. and lately, he’s noticed that they’ve been spending more and more time in each other’s company. it’s quite the stark difference from the near reluctance the ninja hero had in meeting up months ago.

so even if they have grown closer, the request still comes as a shock to hakamata. but he doesn’t let it show beyond a slight raise of his brows. with only a moment of pause, the taller of the two sits back down beside his companion and smiles, knowing that it would be visible to shinya by now.   “ i’d love nothing more. “ 

long legs cross and one of his arms goes up to rest against the top of the couch.   “ though i hope you don’t intend for us to retire just yet. “   and with the new kind of boldness he’s found himself with as of late, hakamata leans forward and gently presses their foreheads together. ignoring how his heartbeat still flutters whenever he closes the distance between them. 

“ i believe we established a while ago that i have an ‘inexplicable need’ to socialize with you. “   he recalls the teasing fondly, tone making that obvious before presses their lips together for a brief kiss and sits back. 

“ unless, of course, i misjudged and you cannot bear another moment awake with me, shinya? “   shinya. it’s not often that the blonde speaks the other’s name ( especially since he wouldn’t dare to in public ) but whenever he does it’s…. nice. for a lack of a better word. knowing that he had been trusted with such a secret few are privy to. 

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✿ (:<

there is no hiding the PERIWINKLE PETALS that fall from his lips after shinya’s latest FIT OF COUGHS. he catches some of them in his awaiting palm, while others tumble to the ground. he will NOT BOTHER cleaning them up ---- nobody will care about a FEW PETALS scattered in a back alley. no, he only PULLS HIS MASK BACK UP and walks back out onto the MAIN STREET ----

---- only to stop in his tracks as he nearly RUNS RIGHT INTO hakamata.

normally, this would not be a PROBLEM. but his BRIEF STATE OF SURPRISE had caused him to let go of the petals.  ( and it’s almost FUNNY. he can keep a secret for YEARS AND YEARS when it comes to his face and identity, but it’s barely been a month and his HANAHAKI has already been shown to the world. )

he knows there is no chance the petals have GONE UNSEEN. there is no pretending that this is ANYTHING ELSE, as much as shinya would like to.

( so he’ll do what he DOES BEST when pulled into this kind of situation and RUN. )

` ---- sorry. i’ve been OUT OF IT TODAY. `  today and every other day for the past month, but LYING BY OMISSION is not technically presenting him with false information.  ` i should be going. i hope your patrol is going well. `

he does not stick around to try and hear the other hero’s response, instead WALKING RIGHT PAST HIM. he tries not to seem rushed, but he fails miserably.

(     MAKE SHINYA SUFFER / ACCEPTING     )     /     @jeanvogue

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Send in ‘✿’ for starter where your muse finds out that mine has Hanahaki Disease

Hanahaki Disease - a fictional disease where the victim regurgitates and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from unrequited love.

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he’s so goddamn small..

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things i probably shouldn’t get as excited about as i do

“hello. kamino pizza.”

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💜 / dunno how the fuck that's gonna work but uhhhh

♥︎ FOR A KISS / AC. | @foldabcdy

↳ 💜 for a quick kiss

knock knock.

hakamata’s head rises from the magazine he had been reading before setting it aside on the coffee table. before he can look to see who it is, a familiar voice calls from behind the door.

” hello. this is pizza-la. “   

immediately, a smile spreads beneath the denim mask the blonde had pulled up on instinct. unlocking the door, he can’t help the flutter in his chest that has become expected whenever he sees the ninja hero. 

“ i don’t remember placing an order. “   he teases, moving aside for the other to step inside his home and shutting the door to give them the privacy they both appreciated.

” it’s on the house. you’re a valued customer after all. “   and now the blonde laughs, endeared and pulling down his mask. shinya has become someone that hakamata can trust and be comfortable around. he leans down and presses their lips ( his bare and the other’s covered ) together briefly, echoes of faint laughter still leftover. 

“ will you accept that as a tip? “

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stasismort

            Just as he’s beginning to CHARGE UP an attack, he’s halted by a momentarily strange moment that occurs, steel hues watching the men drop like sacks of potatoes and the Pro Hero unfold himself.

“Oh, wow.“

              “I didn’t expect to get saved by Japan’s own #4 hero!” He answers sheepishly, wiping up a bit of blood from the split in his lip as he allows the electricity beginning to crackle here and there discharge completely. “I’m okay! Thanks for saving me, though!”

Despite his insistance, he allows Edgeshot to wrap his arm, a weak smile gracing his features.

             “I’m used to cuts and scrapes, so I think that will do for now…” Actually, he hardly even noticed he was bleeding aside from the burn as he bleeds into the gauze rather than his jacket.

“I guess I should head home– I hope you stay safe for the rest of your patrol!“

` you really should TREAT THAT, `  shinya advises. it is not very often he encounters someone who is SO RELUCTANT to seek medical attention. this man is QUITE STRANGE in general, actually, though he does not voice such disrespectful thoughts.  ` at least before it gets INFECTED. ` 

stab wounds are, after all, a very FAMILIAR SUBJECT to the ninja hero. he does inflict them more often than he HELPS WITH THEM, but even so he knows VAGUELY HOW ONE SHOULD BE TREATED.

it is not by ignoring it.

` i mean that. it’s UNHEALTHY to let it go too long without at least disinfecting it. `

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stasismort

        SHIRO was on his way home from one of his very last physical therapy classes, his mind on what he should have for dinner, and if he should call his father tonight. It’s been a while since they last talked, and maybe he should invite him over sometime.

These thoughts, however, inevitably come to a stop when someone attempts to sweep his legs out from beneath him from behind. Although he does lose his balance a little, he’s much too large, much too sturdy, to be easily toppled by such a basic move. He can hear his aggressor then click something, but the only thing that gets waved in his face is a knife. And then there is another person, another man, that seemingly appears from the shadows of the alley he had been about to pass. Of course, despite his insistance otherwise, he gets a little roughed up– a few cuts in his shoulder, a stab in his bicep, and a generous helping of punches, though he still remains on his feet.

           “– I’m not going to warn you again. Get lost before you regret it.”

shinya CHOOSES THAT MOMENT to strike ---- as a hero he must not let the fight continue for longer than ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY and he can handle this in less than a second. a LUCKY THING he had opted to patrol extra hours, today.

in the BLINK OF AN EYE he has pierced himself through both of the criminals. it is not hard to MAKE THEM FALL TO THE GROUND ---- not dead, but unconscious ---- and he had suspected as much. after he sends a quick alert to the POLICE his attention is then turned toward the victim of the incident.

( for some reason, he LOOKS FAMILIAR, though he cannot say for sure. )

` are you okay ? `  he starts with this, takes a step closer to examine any wounds that might be visible.  ` IF YOU NEED, i can call to request first aid. `  most of his wounds do not look too bad, but the stab wound DOES SEEM TO REQUIRE MORE ATTENTION.

from his pocket, he pulls out medical gauze.  ` at the very least, i insist on wrapping your stab wound before it can be TREATED PROPERLY. `

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“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”

at this he is tempted to react in many different ways. it is a LUCKY THING he knows not to give in to the ANGER OR SORROW he feels —- though never before has it been this bad.

` why would you say something like that ? `  he asks, not expecting an answer in return.  ` why PRETEND THAT IT IS OKAY ? you’re not fooling anyone ; you MOST CERTAINLY ARE NOT fooling me. `

( and in this moment it is difficult to even LOOK AT HAKAMATA because if he does then he, too, might fall apart. )

oh how the mighty have fallen. shinya does not want to think of it that way because it makes it seem ALL THE MORE REAL. he chances a look back over at the hero who DOES NOT DESERVE what has happened to him and his heart DROPS AGAIN.

` hakamata.. `  this time it is soft, tender.  ` i’m sorry. `

( because this should not have happened. )

( FORGOT THE MEME / NOT ACCEPTING )  /  @jeanvogue

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

"i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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HEY CALM DOWN THERE BUDDY @branchingouttoheroism

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BUDDY,

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HEY CALM DOWN THERE BUDDY @branchingouttoheroism

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i’m lying to myself actually i’ve had like no muse for shinya even though i love him to death

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wuvlite replied to your post: yeah so in theory it would be nice to write more...

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is this a threat?

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yeah so in theory it would be nice to write more on here

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` ... LOVELY. `

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` ---- i am actually POSING FOR THE PHOTOS the media likes to think they’ve caught me off guard for, but don’t tell THEM that. `