styling has always been about taste: constructing it, reinforcing it, and capitalising on it. But how do we define good taste in an era where anyone can play the part of fashion editor?
I’m ngl I’ve never written anything for bnha don’t flame me
Status: Strangers —> Friends?
Never having interacted with the hot tempered boy you were honestly mildly terrified of saying the wrong thing and getting blasted. But, seeing the sports festival unfold a small flame lit within your heart to approach the blonde after school granted you were shaking but regardless you cleared your throat calling out to him.
The once blazing sun relented now settling behind U.A’s sturdy gates, casting mild shadows across the pavement. The air thick with the scent of nearby greenery.
You standing albeit awkwardly but standing regardless at the gate scrolling on your phone before remembering why you were still there anyway.
A low grunting emerged from the gates..was he talking to himself..?—Never-mind that.
You, quickly clicked off your phone jogged up to him. 「Hey!」
Not turning around at first he looked over his shoulder seeing no one else around he raised an eyebrow now looking at you dead on.
「’The hell do you want?」 His voice rough but there was a subtle flicker of curiosity in his tone underneath the blatant irritation.
His arms crossed as your response delayed. His eyebrow arched agitated accompanied by a light tilt of his head making your pulse spike under his gaze. 「Spit it out already, I don’t got all day.」
A rather tame sentence from rumour. Despite the rushed words he didn’t move to leave even with your slow speech. 「I just wanted to know if you’d like to come to a concert with me—if you’re not busy, of course.」
The dusky golden light glinted on his back as he unfolded his arms opting to slip them in his pockets. His eye twitched subtly..was it irritation..interest..amusement..or did he just get pollen in his eye from the trees..? 「You think I have time for that shit?」
「Maybe? I don’t know that’s why I asked..」 His gaze intensified burning holes into you.
「Stubborn, I’ll give you that. What kinda music are they playin’?」 His scoff almost sounded like a small laugh.
Your eyes gleamed..was he actually considering it?!—「Ah, it’s like a collection of artists so it’s all different vibes yknow? All live instruments though one of the bands is like old jazz some play traditional music..oh there’ll be a metal band too..I’m not sure what kind of metal but yeah!」
Was that a smirk forming..? He placed a hand on his hip his eyes flaring with interest rather than the previous irritation. 「Metal, huh? You wanna tell me when is this concert or should I just guess?」
Your mouth slightly dry now you fumbled your phone out of your pocket. 「It’s this Saturday, it’s kinda an all day thing they have food trucks that come out too! But the poster has when specific time each band goes on I can share it with you if you give me your number.」
A dry laugh as he tilted his head. 「You think I give out my number to anyone? Ballsy. If you spam my phone with dumb shit, I’m blocking you.」
Grabbing your phone he grabbed your thumb pressing it to the screen to unlock the phone before he typed in his contact information.
「Perfect, I’ll text you the day of and we can meet up somewhere and head there together.」
Looking out to the street his eyes were less sharp. 「Let’s just meet here.」 His voice surprisingly pleasant when not annoyed you shook your head in confirmation.
「Perfect, I’ll see you Saturday!」 Exhaling for the first time in a while you shook your hand lightly walking away from the confrontation that took you literal weeks to initiate.
Far enough away from the school now stepping into a convenience store to grab a drink on the way home your smile crept up. 「YES!」 The store owner staring at you; you apologised quietly.
After thought: I didn’t rlly know how to script bro since like he’s totally a dickhead in the show but not like a complete ass yknow? Like I feel like he wouldn’t flat out reject a random dude asking to hangout. I could be wrong and this could be completely OOC but yknow it is what it is lmk your thoughts abt my take on him
Jinguji…I believe that since he takes health so seriously(I mean he IS a doctor.) that his lips are soft not chapped at all. He applies chapstick/lip balm always; especially in cold season! He has a minty taste however if you get trapped in a drunk kiss with him he still has that soft texture but the amber taste of whatever concoction he has drank wafts through your senses like wildfire. He tends to not wear cologne so no usual scents. His skin is quite smooth as well, bar his hands that can get dry easily as he washes his hands often and uses sanitizers. His voice is deep and resonant..very pleasant to hear and could put you to sleep. Always willing to hold you during slumber, a warm embrace.
Amemura…sweet. His lips aren’t quite as smooth as Jakurai however they are smoother than Samatoki. Slightly chapped. When leaning in you can smell the sugary sweetness of the treat he had just consumed. Pressing against him you can better get a taste for a faint trace of a cigarette. Uses a lot of scented products..Dove? Sweet and citrusy are his main scents. His hands are quite soft and appealing to hold. His voice can be irritating in his high pitched front, though his natural tone is quite smooth and tolerable.
Harai…Another with slightly chapped lips. He is average. He often reeks of incenses lit in the temples and tea. It’s not a bad scent by any means! A very clean taste. Despite his appearance there is no trace of cigarette when leaning in for a peck but rather the mint of his toothpaste. Very aromatic. His skin is normal as well. A natural texture that is tolerable for hand holding. His voice is unique in its originality. A pleasant upbeat tone that will keep you up and active.
Aohitsugi…oh my days. His lips are quite chapped at times! (Most times.) when leaning in for a kiss you can get a quite pleasant fragrance. Think of cinnamon, tea—cloves. When locking lips with the pale man you unfortunately get that pang of his nicotine addiction. His voice is uniquely raspy yet soothing to hear at times when he’s not threatening people. His hands are also dry at times and quite rough. Rubbing his hands together sounds akin to starting up a fire.
Nurude…a mild sweetness. The melon soda he recently drank is prominent as your lips lock together. Leaning into him a fresh citrus scent clings to him. A rich amber follows the scent as you drift closer. Being held by him, his skin is surprisingly supple and soft. His voice always upbeat and positive almost song like…keeps you entertained and engaged for the day. If you tag along for a drunk karaoke his skin becomes warm and hot vanilla as he holds you close singing erratic. Always keeping you smiling.
Yamada…a warm embrace he loves to have and hold you close. In his youth reeking of oversprayed cologne but later toned down in a rich fashion. A sporty and airy scent of lemon..grapefruit..subtle lavender in a semi-feminine scent of floral richness. His voice booming and energetic makes you amped for the day. Leaning in for a kiss his breath laced with mint of his toothpaste and whatever breakfast he had made that morning.
About to close up shop one lovely customer comes in for some last minute shopping
The dim lighting of the shop did little to illuminate the space as your heels clicked against the polished floor. Consistently checking the clock you decided with only five minutes left to start closing up the store.
Hope I’m not too late~
A sultry voice called out as the familiar chime of the door rang throughout the empty store.
Oh it’s quite alright I was just about to close up for the night…
The woman standing tall in the doorframe made your breath hitch. Her long blond hair slicked back as she pushed off the door.
How pretty.
Her eyes bore into yours as you clutched the shop keys in your hands just shy of dropping them.
W-what?
These coats here. Are they real leather? They’re beautiful.
O-oh! The jackets..right. Ahem—yeah 100% leather!
You tucked the shop keys back into your pocket before walking over to the mannequin that bore the coat she took interest in.
This is a special made piece, it only comes in one size.
That’s fine.
She peeled off the coat and swung it over her shoulders. The fur lining tickling her neck as she buckled the abdominal metal clasp bringing the coat to a close. Her chest mildly pushed up in the coat on account of her corset.
Oh..it fits perfectly!
You smiled sheepishly just shy of staring at her.
How much?
Hoping to your feet you checked the tag.
It’s 105$.
Shrugging her shoulders lightly she adjusted the coat. The faint rustle of bills echoed the empty store as she handed you the money.
I just got paid so I’m looking to splurge a bit cutie. What else can I get with…three minutes before close?
Cutie..? Me? Oh-um, it’s fine take your time browsing. We have more outerwear up front here but our shirts, pants, and lingerie is going to be in the back over here.
You led her to the clothing section in the back. The clicking of your heeled boots against the floor muted the steps of your late night customer behind you.
I don’t typically wear jeans like these but I love what you have on.
She kneeled slightly examining your pants, the rhinestones on the back pockets reflected in her pale blue eyes. Her hands trailed the design as your face flushed at her actions.
Oh..yeah I-i got these jeans from here actually. I’m a size [] but you might need to upsize your typical size since you have long legs and our jeans are not that long.
Her smile grew as she examined the pile of identical jeans. Plucking a pair from the pile she held them up to her waist. Before letting a content noise out and draping them over her forearm.
Oh this is lovely. Hey cutie you have a bag for me? I might be here for a bit.
Yes, I’ll go get one for you!
You skipped off to grab her a shopping bag before placing the jeans into the large sheer bag. Now free of the clothes she unzipped the jacket she brought prior and placed it in the bag before unlacing her corset.
Oh my! Should I turn around..?
I’m just trying on this top.
She commented with an air of nonchalance. Pulling the tank top over her chest she tilted her head in deep thought.
It fits..but, what do you think cutie? Does it suit me?
Ah..well it’s a plain black tank top. It will suit anyone. Why not try on this button up here? It’s black as well!
Oh that is nice. It’s only buttoned half way, you tryna tell me something~?
Oh! No, I promise! It’s just how the shirts are made most of our products are open chest.
Her laughter has to be contagious as she tossed the recommended shirt into the bag without a second thought.
I’ll take those shoes and I’ll be out of your way. It’s already passed closing, I appreciate your help today cutie.
She plucked the shoes off the display and walked back to the register as you tried to control the blood rushing to your cheeks you followed behind to ring up her items.
And you’ll be paying cash?
Yep. That’s not a problem right?
No not at all! You already gave me the money for the jacket so…the rest will be 65$ since we have a discount on our jeans.
Really? And how long does this discount last?
Hmm, I believe the rest of the week! We have different discounts every two weeks, one week we run the discount and the next we clear the discount so we can roll in new items!
As she handed off the cash her fingers brushed against yours not aiding in your flustered state.
Would you like a bag?
That would be nice.
Placing her items slowly into the large shopping bag you dropped the receipt into the bag.
Alright you’re all set!
Your voice wavered slightly as you were excited to help her but on the other hand sad to see the captivating woman leave.
I do like the style here..I’ll be back. During store hours next time. Until then.
With a wink she stalked off into the night. You exhaled chest rising and falling unguarded.
CUTE phone charm” Creeping out from your peripheral the second class guardian had been looming behind you for who knows how long before mumbling something incomprehensible.
Apologies, what did you say?”
Just—“
It had already taken a lot out of him to come up to you in such a fashion and you hadn’t even heard him. As his gaze fell onto your phone you got the hint.
Oh, my charm, you know I actually had gotten it as a set of two. I can’t use both though so I just put the other on my bag.”
Turning to face your superior entirely the matching charm flashed in his irises. His eyes widened at the jingling tune of your bag. Bringing your dominant hand to the matching pair you unhooked it with ease. Hesitantly taking his hand and placing it in the centre of his unnervingly cold palm.
Hey it’s the same colour as your eyes!”
Lifting the lilac accessory up to his eye. His eyebrow quirked a bit.
I think mine are more of a lavender.”
No way that’s the exact colour. Do you need a mirror?”
Shifting through your bag he couldn’t help but have a snicker escape.
It’s fine I believe you. You really do have everything in there don’t you?”
Not everything. I was actually about to leave campus to go get a few more things.”
It’s getting dark, why don’t you wait until tomorrow. It may not be safe for you.”
Off-put by his comment you immediately thought of an idea.
Then if you aren’t busy, you could always come with me. History shows people are always safer in numbers after all!”
Seemingly deep in thought his lips moved without a word uttered. Almost keeping track of his day.
I still don’t think you should go out now. But, if you must I will go with you.”
My own guardian how lovely. Hey, now that I think about it where is the other guardian, Yuki?”
It doesn’t matter.”
Turning his heels he ushered you forward. Must’ve struck a nerve.
Well I hope everything is alright with you guys. I won’t press further.”
I appreciate it.”
Holding the charm out to you by the clasp.
Keep it. Consider it a gift for watching over us everyday.”
Out of words to express himself he opted to keep it safe within the confines of his trouser pocket.
Well hurry, the stores may start closing.”
Right!”
There is nothing on this dude and it’s eating me aliveeee
The bath water flowed vigorously. Dipping your fingers in and out again consistently you knelt next to the tub in waiting.
<Sorry, the buttons were being difficult.>
A voice accompanied the creak of the bathroom door opening.
<It is fine the water is still warming.>
The man reached instinctively for the countertop sliding his fingers along the smooth marble gauging your position.
<Here.>
Grasping his unnerving warm hand you bring it toward the water.
<How does that feel?>
A hum escapes him, followed with a brief silence.
<Perfect.>
Taking the initiative Shunsuke opted to turn off the water. Luckily you had closed the drain before.
Left…right…his legs became submerged into the water allowing him to sit down and relax. Bringing the water up to his face. His glossed eyes shut.
Snickering a bit you joined him.
<I hope your work was not too difficult today.>
Spilling the details of every little decision you had made that day. Listening intently to every word that left your lips no matter how minute.
Grasping the bag of shampoo he emptied the contents into his non dominant hand.
<Bring your head to me please.>
With a grunt of acknowledgment you dipped your head into his hands. Light scratches and the lathering of shampoo foaming in your hair removed any headaches from the day.
Sweeping the water surrounding you, he poured it atop your head carrying the foam with it.
Bunching each strand of hair together, Shunsuke had gently squeezed the water, effectively draining your head of its moisture.
<Want me to wash yours?>
<No, I can do it myself.>
<A bit more romantic for me to do it, no?>
Looking nowhere in particular he reluctantly handed the shampoo over.
<I apologise if I come off a bit controlling. I just want to be able to do things myself, like I used to.>
<No need to be sorry. Your fingers are more nimble than mine, I prefer you to do the washing.>
Earning a slight giggle from your partner. Letting his head fall onto your collarbones he allowed himself to rest.
Taking the shampoo and emulating his technique at washing your own head.
<You’re so beautiful Shun.>
<Don’t tease me.>
With a condescending tone he pinched your cheek.
<Oh but you make it so hard not to.>
Releasing his grip on your face he rolled his eyes. Not that it changed much for himself. But he hoped it conveyed his emotions to you.
I feel like Mitski is not just for crying like you can just genuinely dance to her songs. People like to talk about how Mitski is just depressive but like Laurel Hell was a banger.
In my opinion ofc,,,
J'ai le sentiment que Mitski ne fait pas de la musique uniquement pour faire pleurer les autres. On peut vraiment apprécier ses chansons et danser dessus. Les gens disent que c'est juste dépressif ---NON NON NON---,,,,,Laurel Hell était incroyable
The hand of mine was roughly dragged into the nearest cafe.
“Shu I told you we have time, we do not need to start planning anything.”
“Silence.”
He was always like this, yet I could not picture him any different. Overly prepared for events no matter how large or small they may happen to be.
Scrapping of chairs against the wooden floors broke my focus on my inner thoughts.
“We will have to awake as soon as possible. Your schedule of the day prior will allow you to have a full eight hours so I suggest you rest on time. Oh and–”
“Dear, what if we order drinks first?” I cut him off abruptly to stop his rambling. “Of course, you may order for the both of us.”
Perfect.
“Excuse me, madam we would like two caramel lattes, thank you.”
As Shu cleared his throat I knew I’d be in for another rant. “Like I was saying before, we need to wake at the earliest convenience. I suggest you wear a simple outfit so you can change quickly.”
“Good idea, will do.”
His eyes then viciously inspected every aspect of my figure. “Do I look fat or something?”
“You need to drink more water, your skin is suffering. Luckily you have three months before the show. A little makeup will also enhance your features.”
Heaving a dry laugh to not sour the mood, I was thankful the waiter had arrived once more to deliver our beverages.
Not even stopping for a refreshment, my perfectionist partner had been obsessively penciling in details.
“Before I forget, I need your new measurements.”
I quirked a brow, “My measurements have not changed though?”
“You have grown taller perhaps by an inch, I am not sure which is why I need to measure you again. I am testing a new design for pants and I can not have them be too short for you.
“I see, then, of course, you may measure me. Later.”
“They are likely to have you placed somewhere towards the end as you are heavily anticipating…”
I had grown accustomed to his many rambling sessions. His papers sprawled out all over the petite table, branching out his various thought patterns. Shu’s hair was ever-so slightly out of place and a natural lighting set upon him. If I had looked the way he did, Shu would have surely scolded me, but, I cannot help but swoon at the rare disheveled appearance.
“You are breathtaking.”
Snapping his eyes at me he squinted. “Hush, you are distracted, now how long do you think it will take for your commute?”
His face was rosy yet focused as always, what did I expect from Shu Itsuki.
Ma main fut brutalement entraînée dans le café le plus proche.
« Shu je t'ai dit qu'on a le temps, on n'a pas besoin de commencer à planifier quoi que ce soit. »
« Silence. »
Il était toujours comme ça, et pourtant je n'arrivais pas à l'imaginer autrement. Préparé à l'excès pour les événements, qu'ils soient grands ou petits.
Le bruit des chaises contre le parquet m'empêcha de me concentrer sur mes pensées intérieures.
"Nous devrons nous réveiller le plus tôt possible. Votre emploi du temps de la veille vous permettra de disposer de huit heures complètes, je vous suggère donc de vous reposer à temps. Oh et..."
« Chéri, et si on commandait d'abord à boire ? » Je l'interromps brusquement pour mettre fin à ses divagations. « Bien sûr, vous pouvez commander pour nous deux ».
Parfait.
« Excusez-moi, madame, nous voudrions deux lattes au caramel, merci. »
Lorsque Shu s'est éclairci la gorge, j'ai su que j'allais être confrontée à une nouvelle crise de nerfs. "Comme je le disais tout à l'heure, nous devons nous réveiller le plus tôt possible. Je vous suggère de porter une tenue simple pour pouvoir vous changer rapidement."
« Bonne idée, je le ferai. »
Ses yeux inspectent alors vicieusement chaque aspect de ma silhouette. « J'ai l'air grosse ou quoi ? »
"Tu dois boire plus d'eau, ta peau en souffre. Heureusement, il te reste trois mois avant le spectacle. Un peu de maquillage mettra aussi vos traits en valeur."
Émettant un rire sec pour ne pas alourdir l'ambiance, j'ai remercié le serveur d'être arrivé une fois de plus pour nous apporter nos boissons.
Sans même s'arrêter pour prendre un rafraîchissement, mon partenaire perfectionniste avait crayonné des détails de manière obsessionnelle.
"Avant d'oublier, j'ai besoin de vos nouvelles mensurations.
J'ai froncé les sourcils : « Mes mensurations n'ont pas changé ? »
"Vous avez grandi, peut-être d'un centimètre, je n'en suis pas sûr, c'est pourquoi j'ai besoin de vous mesurer à nouveau. Je teste un nouveau modèle de pantalon et je ne veux pas qu'il soit trop court pour toi.
"Je vois, alors, bien sûr, vous pouvez me mesurer. Plus tard."
« Il est probable qu'ils vous placent quelque part vers la fin, car vous anticipez beaucoup... »
Je m'étais habitué à ses nombreuses séances de divagation. Ses papiers s'étalaient sur la petite table, illustrant ses différents schémas de pensée. Les cheveux de Shu étaient légèrement décoiffés et une lumière naturelle l'éclairait. Si j'avais ressemblé à lui, Shu m'aurait sûrement grondée, mais je ne peux m'empêcher de tomber en pâmoison devant cette rare apparence ébouriffée.
"Tu es à couper le souffle.
Il me regarde en plissant les yeux. « Chut, tu es distraite, combien de temps penses-tu qu'il te faudra pour faire ton trajet ? »
Son visage était rose mais concentré comme toujours, que pouvais-je attendre de Shu Itsuki ?
It had been a long in waiting task for you to teach Logan piano. Mostly due to his avid avoidance of the topic. But, you two had finally solidified a date, a week before his class trip to…Savannah? If only music students got such luxurious class trips.
Nevertheless you sat in the empty classroom ever so lightly tapping against the edge of the piano to pass the time. Occasionally glaring the clock to keep track of the time. One minute late.
<Am I too late? I’m so sorry!>
Your silent taps were drowned out by the boy barging through the door. One minute and two seconds later, but, you would never tell him out of worry to panic him any further.
<No it’s quite alright.>
Standing to free up space for your new “student”. A meek thank you was heard as Logan quickly sat down. Off centre. Grasping his shoulders you positioned him directly in the middle of the piano.
Your touch made him tense up.
<Relax.>
<Sorry.>
<Don’t apologise.>
Hanging his head low you once again fixed his posture. Does it not feel awkward in that stance? You’d never ask, in order to not sound rude or harsh.
<The best way to learn is to play.>
Explaining each key and its corresponding letter Logan hummed in acknowledgment. Automatically pressing down on each key as you spoke.
Placing a paper over the head of the piano, you read off each of the letters to him to play.
<How do you play with both hands? I can’t keep the rhythm with both.>
Thinking of a way to solve his problem you sat next to him.
<For me, I tend to just feel it, in your head you can count each note in. Here I’ll play it for you, watch.>
Keenly observing your fingers, his eyes darted from left to right struggling to keep up.
<I see the problem. You’re thinking of both hands as separate entities, when you must think of them as one. They work together and therefore must move together.>
His eyebrow subtly quirked, hidden by his glasses, maybe you should go slower. Taking another sheet of music out you explained each of the notes on paper.
<This one seems easier.>
You placed your hands atop his and slid them across the board. His body shivered from your cold hands. Slowly letting go as his fingers found a mind of their own. A smile formed on his face as he got both hands moving. Repeating the same melody his grin grew even larger.
<Perfection.>
The word halted his playing. Eyes wide at your compliment.
<Rest your hands I’m going to make you a song.>
Taking a swing from his bottled water he stretched out his non-dominant hand. Your loud scribbling made him curious as he looked over to see what song you were creating.
Holding out the paper he began to read, squinting his eyes at your writing. Softly huffing the notes under his breath he threw his fingers against the keys slowly. To capture the beat of your makeshift song.
<Would you mind playing it first for me?>
Nodding in agreement he slid off the seat to give you full room.
<I made the song slow for you.>
Lightly hovering over the piano you took in some air. Foot holding over the pedal underneath, you gave the original version for your student to copy.
<I see. Do I have to use the pedal?>
<Not necessarily, but, it sounds better and flows properly.>
In contrast to you, he aggressively sucked in the air, before playing. Slowly yet steadily that familiar tune embraced the room.
His once excited expression faltered into a thin concentration as the piece became more and more akin to how you displayed it.
<You’re a fast learner, Logan. You only messed up a few notes, but, we did not spend much time on reading sheet music. So, you can blame me for that.>
The tick of the clock never leaving your mind, it must be 3(15). Head titling up to check, you were right. Instinctively following your line of sight he sighed.
<The time went by fast.>
<It always does when you are focused. A fixation on something can ruin your sense of being and thus time.>
<Yeah, well I told my grandparents I’d be home within an hour.>
<I see, make sure to play regularly or you will lose your ability.>
Yep. He gathered his belongings and held the door for you. Walking side by side out of the school he bid you farewell. Humming the jingle on his trip back, he began envisioning the next lesson.
I pulled this out my ass crack don’t hate too much lmao
▶ Shu doesn't think about romance, this is why when he does begin to fall for you he doesn't notice it at first. It takes him a long time to realize the feelings he has for you are different than his fellow idols.
▶ After he realizes he tends to avoid you a bit, he's not ready to face you after his discovery. He's almost scared to act on his feelings, that maybe you'd never accept him because of his flaws.
▶ When he does confess to you his face goes red and you can hear the nervousness in his voice. When you tell him that you like him back he goes into a state of shock unable to process what just happened.
▶ After you begin dating, Shu makes sure that you have only the best clothes in your wardrobe. He makes sure to make clothes that suit your tastes and he loves to admire you in his creations.
▶ But Shu doesn't know when to stop at most times, often overworking himself late at night on clothes before a deadline. You'll have to convince him to go to sleep, although he's stubborn he tends to listen to you most of the time. Deep down he doesn't want you to worry over him.
▶ Shu works himself too much that he forgets to eat, if you bake or cook he'll end up preferring your food more. He likes to cook with you in his free time and it causes him to focus on himself more.
▶ If you know how to sew Shu would adore it if you made clothes for mademoiselle, he would want to exchange clothes you've made for eachother and work on doll clothes together.
▶ Shu entrusts you with the care of mademoiselle whenever he's busy. He's not good at expressing himself but when he opens up to you it's usually late at night, with you around he finds himself slowly being able to express himself more and more without the help of mademoiselle.
▶ As much as he denies your physical affection the truth is that he really likes your touch, his harsh words mask his real feelings. Although he doesn't like pda because of his idol work, he doesn't want you to get caught up in his idol career because he doesn't want you involved in a scandal.
▶ When you're in private though your affection flusters him, no matter how much he complains about it it doesn't hide the bright blush on his face. He really does crave your touch.
▶ He loves it when you want to watch his idol concerts, he loves when you come running up to him right after the show completely enamored with his performance. After a long concert he thinks he's deserving of a break with his lover.
▶ He finds it easier to fall asleep at night when he's with you, he falls asleep quickly when he's lying on your chest or when he's nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He holds you tight in his sleep unable to let you out of his grasp.
My package arrived and it's so funny that the comic store owner picked as many cyclops variant covers as he could, since he knows cyclops is my favorite.
Pics posted under the cut, cuz I just wanna show Somebody.
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