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[davlashkinaa]

all I wanted was you

[izoraee]

?! JUJUTSU KAISEN ⋆˙⟡

☆ fluff. ♡ angst. ❀ multi-chap ౨ৎ oneshots

adults !

suguru geto

౨ৎ ☆ bakery date w/suguru

[izoraee]

⋆.𐙚 ̊. bakery date with suguru . ݁₊ ⊹ 🍰🥄. ݁˖ . ݁݁

a/n: hi this is my first jjk oneshot published on tumblr so be nice guys. this one is also a little self indulgent because I badly needed more soft geto suguru in fics but I haven't been getting much lately... SO! here we go :p note: proof-read, but mistakes may still be present. you've been warned.

⋆˚࿔ tags: oneshot, established relationship, soft geto suguru, use of pet names (darling, love, princess) -> goes both ways !, sappy geto suguru, kisses/hugs, acts of service, quality time & words of affirmation, teasing (lots of it), fluff. ✦ ݁˖ word count: 2.0k

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geto suguru was never a man of sweets, but for you, he'd make an exception.

here he was, waiting in a crowded bakery during rush hour, just to see you after work. he sat down in the far end of the bakery, the chair opposite him empty, to accommodate you.

he checked his watch, eyeing the time. suguru was attentive in the sense he knew your schedule at the back of his hand. it was nearing five o'clock, so surely, you'd be out of the office by then, right?

and, of course, he was right.

the bakery doors chimed open, bells ringing. his purple eyes scanned the crowded area, chatters echoing in every corner and busy waiters running across the bakery, holding trays of orders in their hands. but, he locked onto you the second you stepped inside, looking exhausted from your shift.

a faint, patient yet ecstatic smile painted on his lips as he immediately stood up to pull out your chair and guide you to its comfort, away from the noisy chaos of the bakery and the stress that followed you from work.

all your worries washed away the moment suguru reached out to take your bag, placing it beside him. you flashed him a tired smile, before groaning. you placed your head on the wooden table, eyes closing. you were really drained after work, but you couldn't step away from the date suguru planned for you. especially knowing the fact he wasn't into sweets as much as you were.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "work's been taking a large toll on me."

"it's okay," suguru crooned, fingers brushing through your hair. "it took a lot of energy to come here anyways."

"is it really?" you whispered, meeting his eye. "you also took a lot of energy to come here. and you don't like sweets anyways—"

"shh," suguru cooed. "well, let's get your mind off of things then." he grabbed a menu from your table and began flicking through it.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I waited for you to pick," he sighed. "don't worry, it's my share today. I'll pay for our meal."

"no, suguru, it's okay," you replied. "I can cover my share."

"you sure?" suguru shook his head. "darling, it's okay. just rest up for me, will you?"

you nodded tirelessly, before sinking your head back on the wooden table. your eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, before dozing off into slumber.

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"hey," you heard a voice whisper in your ear. "wake up, the food's here."

you rubbed your eyes as you inhaled a sweet aroma of a dessert wafting through your nose. you looked up and saw suguru's lips plastered into a smile, inching a plate with a cheesecake slice towards you.

"suguru," you mumbled. "what'd you order this time?"

"hmm," he hummed. "I ordered a cheesecake slice for you."

"really?" you groaned lightly. "still tired, I'm sorry..."

"shh," he whispered. "it's okay, sweetheart. let me take care of you today."

you watched as suguru grabbed a fork and scooped a perfect bite with a crumbly graham cracker crust topped with velvety, vanilla cream cheese and a drizzle of chocolate syrup. he held the fork steady, inching closer.

"open up," he said gently, fork in hand. you part your mouth open, and suguru slid the bite inside. the moment the cake entered your mouth, it tasted delightful like a rainbow in the clear skies after rain poured heavy.

"that tastes amazing," you smiled. in the corner of your eyes, you could've sworn suguru's purple eyes shined brighter than they ever had. he flashed a quick, soft smile before scooping another slice for you.

you opened wide again, chuckling and smiling in between chews. suguru's heart beat fast in his chest, smile reaching up to his ears. he doesn't know if he could take the sweetness of your smile any longer.

"I can take the next bites, love," you chuckled. "you need a treat yourself too." suguru nodded and handed you the fork and leaned back to his seat, eyes never leaving you.

"no need for a treat when I have you, princess," he grinned. your eyebrows furrowed, pink flushes lining your cheeks. "oh? don't worry, I got myself something savoury."

"mmm," you hummed in between bites. the cheesecake really was divine. suguru knew your tastes well even if it was out of intuition. the sweet, chocolate syrup lined your tastebuds as you chewed the slice.

"what did you get?" you asked after finishing your bite. your eyes glanced over to the plate, the initial slice now almost empty. suguru placed a hand on his cheek, smiling at you once more.

"a red bean bun," he replied serenely. "might get zaru soba after this for dinner. but that can wait."

"typical suguru," you joked. "yet, he decides to go to a bakery for a date. wouldn't it be better had we gone to a soba bar?"

"anything for my darling," he shrugged. "I can adjust anytime. it's not a hassle at all with you. ever."

your heart clenched, unable to respond to suguru's sappiness. you merely chuckled. little did you know, your laugh cleared the air, blurring every other sound in the bakery. suguru could listen to it all day.

"an order for a red bean bun," a waiter suddenly called out, carrying the plate.

"here," suguru responded, gesturing for the waiter to place the dish in front of him.

the waiter obliged, placing the bun on the wooden table. "is that all for today, sir?" they said.

"yes, that'd be all," suguru replied. "thank you." he flashed a polite smile, to which the waiter nodded in response and retrieved the table number.

suguru's eyes suddenly widened.

"what's wrong, love?" you asked. "did something happen?"

"no, no," suguru replied quickly, his tone softening to calm you down. "I just forgot to ask you if you wanted something to drink after that sweet treat."

"god, you scared me, suguru," you exclaimed. "thought I did something wrong."

"well, you are," suguru sighed, his expression dropping.

"what?" you asked quietly.

"calling me suguru," he expressed. "that tore me right up in the gut."

you frowned, earning a soft chuckle from suguru.

"still as easy to tease, sweetheart," he hummed, his eyes crinkling. "obviously, nothing's wrong. anyways, do you still need a drink?"

"yes, the cheesecake was so sweet and so good," you gushed. "you really know me, do you?"

suguru nodded. "of course, I know my princess best."

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almost half an hour passed between the bakery where you and suguru exchanged conversations about seemingly mundane things whether it be errands or the weather.

"how's shoko and satoru?" you wondered. "will we see them soon?"

"shoko's busy at the hospital," suguru started. "she's been complaining about how long and demanding her shifts are. but, I'm sure she's fine. utahime's been keeping her in check."

"aww," you smiled. "we should catch up with them some time."

suguru hummed in agreement. "satoru's busy at his teaching post," he continued. "had the opportunity to meet yuta the other day."

your eyes widened in surprise. "that's amazing," you gushed.

suguru tilted his head with a grin.

"what's it going to be then, darling?" he asked, fingers tapping a light, rhythmic beat against the wooden table. "a glass of water? an iced latte? iced chocolate?"

"a milkshake," you decided, leaning your chin in your hand. "perhaps, some vanilla ice cream on top."

suguru chuckled as he watched you smiled the brightest you've ever been today. it was hard to believe you were initially tired from a hectic work day. he'll do anything to keep that plastered on your face till' the end of the day. after all, you deserve the best. and only the best.

his laugh made your chest feel tight with affection and admiration. you were lost in the train of your thoughts before his voice cut through them. "of course, stay right here."

he slipped out of his chair, his tall frame moving effortlessly through the quiet afternoon crowd of the bakery. you watched him approach the counter, leaning over slightly to speak to the barista. his posture, even from behind, remained relaxed, which painted a smile on your face. you could see yourself getting lost in the cycle of staring at suguru again and again, heavily reminding you during your crush days.

within minutes, he returned, carrying a tall, chilled glass with a wide straw. he set it down in front of you, sliding it forward until it brushed against your fingers.

"there you go, princess." suguru said serenely, planting a soft peck on your forehead before sitting back down on his chair.

"thank you," you hummed, taking a long sip. the cool, creamy vanilla taste perfectly cut through the lingering sweetness of the chocolate syrup. you heaved a sigh of relief, the tiring and hectic day finally fading away.

while you drank, suguru pulled his red bean bun closer. his long fingers carefully split the soft, baked pastry clean down the middle, revealing the dark, sweet paste inside. to your surprise, he broke the bun in half and held one half out to you.

"want a taste?" he offered, his purple eyes crinkling. "don't want you only stuffing yourself with sweets all day."

"you haven't even taken a bite out of it yet," you pointed out. however, you leaned forward anyway, taking a bite straight from his hand. your eyes widened at the bun's warmth, lined with a rich and earthy filling.

"I already know how it tastes," he murmured, moving his thumb to gently brush a stray crumb from the corner of your lip. his touch lingered there, feeling warm against your skin. "besides, watching you enjoy it is much more satisfying. really."

"you're being incredibly sappy today, suguru," you teased, cheeks warming up again. you took another sip out of your milkshake, digging the straw deep into the chilled glass.

"am I?" he joked, finally talking a bite of his own half. he chewed quietly, before leaning back against the seat. a sharp, playful, and loving grin plastered on his face. "I'm just making up for lost time. work has kept me busy all week too, princess."

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by the time you both finished the treats and emptied the glass, the afternoon sun dipped lower, casting long, golden shadows across the bakery floor. suguru paid the bill, ignoring your blatant attempts to reach for your wallet with a gentle, dismissing wave of his hand.

"it's my share this time, love," he crooned. "next time, it'll be yours. I promise." how could you say no to that?

when you both stepped out of the bakery, the cool evening air hit your face, making you shiver slightly. before you could even comment about the sudden drop of temperature, a heavy, warm weight settled over your shoulders.

you looked up at suguru, who was adjusting his oversized jacket around you, leaving him with just his dark knit sweater. he carefully pulled your arms through the sleeves, completely swallowing your hands.

he leaned in closer and planted a soft kiss on your cheeks, earning him a rosy tint on your face.

"better?" he asked, his voice low and comforting in the open air.

"you're going to get cold," you protested, through you buried your face into the collar of his jacket, enveloped in his scent of sandalwood and clean linen.

"I'll be fine," suguru promised, his fingers tucking away the loose strands of your hair. he reached down, his large hand sliding into the oversized sleeve of the jacket to find your hand, wrapping his fingers securely around yours.

you ran your other hand through his thick, dark locks before pulling him closer. suguru chuckled at the gesture, leaning down to catch your lips in a brief, sweet kiss that tasted faintly of red bean filling.

"come on now, princess," he murmured against your mouth, pulling you along. "it's cold."

"not so cold with you." you teased, smiling against his lips.

pulling away, suguru flashed a soft smile before he squeezed your hand gently. "come on, let's go find that soba bar. I'm starving."

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[rezijellyfish]

Family

[izoraee]

UGH THEY'RE MY BABIES STOPP :(

[maiological]

sugawara koushi’s love languages!

loverboy!sugawara, fluff, imagines, headcanons

sugawara’s main form of showing you he loves you is words of affirmation. he knows exactly what you need to hear and when. he knows how to make you feel better in one sentence. he can’t help telling you he loves you, that you look lovely, or that he misses you whenever the thoughts cross his mind. he is a romantic at heart, and there’s no better way to express his love than professing it to you at any time where he can.

sugawara backs up his words with acts of service. he knows actions speak louder than words, so he’ll tell you he cares about you, then offer to take some stress off your workload during school, extracurriculars, clubs, etc. he knows you value both words and actions equally, so he’ll make an extra effort to show you just how much he loves and wants to help you.

sugawara also can’t resist the warmth of your skin, making him a sucker for physical touch. his hand will find yours during hard times, his arms wrap around your figure when laying with each other, and he loves to rest his hand on your hip, thigh, arm, or face when he speaks for added emphasis. when alone, he lasts a solid 5 minutes before softly pressing his lips to yours, smiling against your mouth because you make him want to love you in every way he can.

a/n: if these aren’t accurate, i apologize (i projected a little…). tag me in suga fics 🤤

[izoraee]

maia strikes again..

[maiological]

i’m too busy being yours || sugawara koushi x f!reader

yearner!sugawara, fluff, just sugawara’s desperation and patience, not proofread!

the time at his university flew past pretty quickly for sugawara koushi. his major was enjoyable and manageable, enough so that he didn’t feel completely overwhelmed by the workload. life had been calm and peaceful for him.

it had been peaceful, until his world was turned upside down when he first met you. you were bright, patient, kind, encouraging. you provided the support he longed for without even realizing he needed it. your character, along with your obvious physical beauty, led him to seek an opening to propel his relationship with you to a romantic level. after much deliberation, he believed you reciprocated and he gathered the courage to ask you out. 

“i’m sorry” were two words he did not expect out of your mouth when he did so. the color drained from his face, and he immediately prodded in his mind to find where he had misinterpreted an interaction or acted too desperate. he ached for an explanation, but knew better than to beg you for one. (un)fortunately, you gave him one anyways. 

“i need to have my life together before i welcome you in it.”

sugawara understood; it was a perfectly normal, responsible, mature, and understandable reason. regardless of the reason, his heart still beat with hurt. it was as if his own life paused the moment you told him you needed to begin yours. taking a deep breath, he vowed to himself and to you:

“i’ll wait for you”. 

3 years later, he hadn’t broken his promise. yes, he had grown. he had a stable job, stable income, stable home. all that was missing was you. his mind hadn’t even so much as wandered to another woman. you were so real, so tangible, so perfect. sugawara found it irrational to look for someone new. so of course, every time he went out (which was already rare), and he drank one too many drinks, he instinctively reached for his phone to call you, only to stop himself when his own heart slapped him sober. 

it also happened that 3 years later, he’d spot you across the street on his way home from work, opting for the scenic route in the chilly autumn air. you walked the same way as you did in your university, a light and determined air to your pace. your hair was different, and so were your clothes. but you were still you, the same girl he promised he’d crawl back to. 

picking up his pace, he approached you, seeming like he was out of breath from a couple steps. surprised, you smiled at him and greeted him casually until you noticed the desperate look on his face.

“suga-“

“it’s still you,” he breathed out, staring into your beautiful, bright eyes, “i could never find someone new. i made a promise to you before you left, and i’ll always come back to you”.

your eyes shone with admiration. in the past 3 years, you’d settled down and figured yourself out. you knew that you were ready for him now. 

“i love you, koushi” you admitted, heart warmed by him alone. 

so here, in the middle of a breezy street on an autumn day, 3 years later, he finally knew that his feelings went both ways, and that you were his just like he was yours. 

a/n: wrote this while listening to hozier’s cover of do i wanna know? it was a lovely experience

[izoraee]

thank you for the meal I love yearner suga

[rinoomi]

suna if he were a NANA character

[izoraee]

ok bring the "skateboarding w/suna" 2020 playlists back and write a oneshot w/this guys thanks 🤤🤤

[korasunae]

the stars to my night sky (a akaashi keiji x reader fic)

warnings; angst, lowercase on purpose, breakups

part 1 | part 2 ( this work)

a/n>>

part 2 aha

enjoy gng!! reblogs, likes, and comments r appreciated <3

© korasunae<3

please do not post this fic without my permission on any other platform, thank you!

part 2

the first fight wasn't loud. not at first.

it began the way most relationship-ending arguments do—with something small that had been carrying the weight of a hundred other things.

it was another friday.

rain tapped softly against the apartment windows while you stood in the kitchen stirring absentmindedly at a pot of curry. the smell filled the apartment, warm and familiar.

the clock read 8:47 p.m.

akaashi keiji had texted an hour earlier.

running late. sorry.

that was all. no flowers, not that you expected them anymore. you weren't even sure why you looked at the front door every friday evening.

habit, maybe.

after all, habit was a difficult thing to kill.

the lock clicked. he stepped inside, shoulders slumped beneath his dark coat. his tie was already loosened, messenger bag hanging carelessly from one shoulder.

"...i'm home." he murmured. 

you smiled automatically. "welcome home."

he looked exhausted.

dark circles had settled beneath his eyes over the last few months, and his hair was slightly messier than usual from running his hands through it all day.

"i'm sorry."

"for?"

"i'm late."

"it's okay."

keiji changed into more comfortable clothes before joining you in the living room with two bowls of curry.

just like every other friday recently. dinner on the couch.

the television played quietly. neither of you watched it.

the only sounds came from spoons gently tapping ceramic bowls.

five minutes passed. ten. fifteen. you couldn't remember the last time you'd actually talked over dinner.

"...how was work?" you finally asked.

he swallowed. "busy."

"...anything interesting?"

"a deadline got moved up."

"oh."

silence again.

you stared at your food. it had gone cold.

"...keiji?"

"hm?"

"...can i ask you something?"

he looked over. "of course."

"are you…" you struggled to find the right words. "...happy?"

his brows knitted together.

"about what?"

"with us."

he blinked. "what makes you ask that?"

"i don't know." you laughed quietly. "i just..."

you looked down. "it feels like i don't really see you anymore."

"you see me every day."

"i know."

"so...?"

your chest tightened. "i mean you."

he frowned. "i'm not following."

"we don't do anything anymore." you inhaled shakily. "we eat dinner in silence."

"we're tired."

"you used to be tired back then too. you still took me dancing, you still packed picnics. you still remembered fridays."

his expression shifted. slightly. but you caught it.

"...is this about the flowers?" he sighed.

"it's not just about the flowers." you looked down, feeling rather embarrassed for ruining the peaceful mood.

"then what is it?" keiji rubbed the tight spot between his eyebrows.

"i miss you."

"i'm here." he rubbed a hand across his face. "i've been working."

"i know." you breathed.

"you know how demanding this project is."

"i do."

"so why are we arguing?"

"because i feel lonely."

his patience finally snapped.

"...me?" the word came out sharper than he intended. "me?"

you froze.

"i thought you were comfortable with this." akaashi drawled.

"what?" you faltered.

"our couch dinners." he gestured around the apartment. "our quiet nights. i thought this was what we were now."

"i never said that." you denied. 

"well, you never complained."

"i didn't want to make your life harder!" 

"i thought this was domesticity." his voice rose. "i thought this was what happened when two people got comfortable!"

"and i thought you'd notice i was miserable."

silence.

his breathing grew uneven. "so everything i've been doing hasn't been enough?"

your eyes widened. "that's not what i said."

"you know this is how i show love."

"i know!" the words escaped louder than either of you expected. 

tears burned your eyes. "i know you love me." your voice trembled. "i've never doubted that for a second."

akaashi’s eyes widened as he felt guilt pool in his chest.

"i just..." a tear slipped down your cheek. "...i wish you made me feel like you loved me."

everything stopped. neither of you spoke. the apartment suddenly felt much bigger than it really was. 

he looked at you. really looked.

at the tears you'd been trying so hard to hide.

at the way your shoulders shook despite your efforts to stay composed.

"...i'm sorry." you covered your face. "i don't want flowers because they're flowers. i want flowers because you promised me every friday. i want picnics because you smiled more outside than you ever did inside. i want dancing because i liked seeing you laugh when i stepped on your shoes."

a small, broken laugh escaped both of you.

then you leaned into him. and he held you.

"i'm sorry," he whispered into your hair. "i didn't know."

"i know."

"i thought..." he closed his eyes. "i thought this was enough."

you nodded against him. "i know."

the next morning he kissed your forehead before leaving for work. "i'll fix this."

you smiled. "i know you will."

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he meant it.

god, he meant it.

he sat through meetings thinking about flower shops. 

he made a list in the notes app on his phone.

picnic.

dance festival next month.

take friday off.

buy flowers again.

he even searched for restaurants you'd mentioned wanting to try. he would bring you there, just after this project. after deadlines. just a little longer.

he had time.

didn't he?

---

except "after" became another month.

then another.

every friday came and went unnoticed. every date night was postponed.

every promise remained in his phone instead of becoming reality.

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the last straw arrived on a thursday evening.

you had booked a restaurant six weeks in advance. one overlooking the river.

the one akaashi had once pointed at while walking past and quietly said,

"...we should go there someday."

tomorrow was that someday. you spent almost an hour deciding what to wear.

you even took the dress he'd once said looked beautiful on you to the dry cleaner.

it hung neatly on the wardrobe door.

waiting.

friday arrived. you came home from work early. you cleaned the apartment.

lit a candle. set two wine glasses on the table. you checked the time.

6:10.

he'd be home soon.

your phone buzzed.

a message.

keiji

i'm so sorry, my love.

bokuto just got back to japan after the championship. the guys are all meeting tonight to celebrate.

can we reschedule?

you stared. read it again. and again.

your vision blurred.

you typed. deleted it. typed again. deleted it.

finally, you typed: 

have fun.

he replied almost instantly.

thank you.

i'll make it up to you.

you looked at the table. at the candle. at the dress. at the empty vase beside the window. then quietly blew the candle out.

---

around ten that night, you picked up your phone, and called him.

music echoed in the background before he answered.

"hey, darling. what’s up?" he sounded happy.

you hadn't heard that laugh in months. "...hi." you whispered into your phone.

"everything okay?"

"...can you come home?" a pause. "huh?"

"we need to talk."

"...right now?"

"...yes." he sighed quietly. "babe, i'm with bokuto."

"i know."

"we haven't all been together in forever. can this wait until tomorrow?"

silence.

then—

"akaashi keiji."

his heart began climbing his throat, his heart a rapid drumming noise in his ears. he felt uneasy.

"if you don't come home now..."  your voice was frighteningly calm. "...i’m going to leave you."

his stomach dropped. "what?"

"i mean it." you quietly said. the line went quiet. "...keiji?"

in the restaurant, bokuto looked over. "akaashi?"

"i have to go." he was already standing.

"what happened?"

his voice shook. "i’m not sure. it sounds like-"

he came to a realization. you were going to leave him.

---

akaashi had never driven home so recklessly in his life.

every red light felt personal. every second unbearable.

please.

please don't leave.

please.

---

the apartment door was unlocked. his heart dropped as he stepped inside.

boxes. suitcases. your bookshelf half-empty. posters missing from the walls of your so-called home. you were kneeling beside an open suitcase, carefully folding one of your sweaters.

"...no." his breathing stopped.

you looked up. your eyes, the so very eyes that keiji loved staring into when you woke up,   were bloodshot and swollen from crying. 

"...hi."

"no." he crossed the room in seconds. "what are you doing?"

he reached for your wrist.

"stop."

you gently pulled away. "i can't."

his voice cracked.

"no, you can."

"i’m sorry, i can't anymore."

"please."

he looked around desperately. half your clothes were already gone. the dried bouquets he'd given you months ago had disappeared from the bookshelf.

only one thing remained.

the empty glass vase.

"...i don't understand."

"i think you do." you laughed through your steady stream of tears.

he shook his head violently. "no."

"i miss when you used to bring me flowers."

the words hit him harder than any scream could have. flowers. friday.

the promise.

his stomach twisted so painfully he thought he might be sick.

"...no."

"i miss when you couldn't wait to spend time with me. i miss dancing with you. i miss picnics. i miss feeling chosen."

his knees gave out. he sank onto the hardwood floor.

"i..." nothing came out.

because every excuse suddenly sounded pathetic.

he was tired. he was busy.

the project. the deadlines. the meetings.

none of it mattered anymore.

because standing in front of him was the woman he'd loved more than anything was packing her life into cardboard boxes.

"...please." his voice broke. "i'll fix it."

"i know you want to." your tears fell harder.

"i swear. i'll buy flowers. every friday. we'll go dancing. i'll take time off. we'll have picnics. i'll do everything." he crawled toward you before wrapping trembling hands around yours. his tears fell freely now. "i'll become the man i was."

"i don't want the man you were." you looked at him with the saddest smile he'd ever seen. "i wanted the man you could've chosen to be."

his heart shattered.

"...please." his forehead rested against your hands.

"won't you give me..." his voice dissolved into sobs. "...one more chance, my love?"

your own tears spilled over. you knelt in front of him. gently cupped his face.

"i gave you hundreds."

he couldn't breathe. 

you leaned forward. pressed one final kiss to his lips.

soft. warm. familiar.

it felt like you were transferring all the sweet memories together into his brain 

it tasted like goodbye.

when you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his for one fleeting second.

"i'll always love you, keiji."

then you stood, lifted your suitcase, and walked past him.

he reached for your hand, and you slipped out of his grasp.

the apartment door opened. you walked right out of your shared apartment

right out of his life, your life together.

out of thousands, millions of shared memories. sweet, sad, and bitter. all there, splayed out in front of keiji. 

then, the door closed. the click of the lock echoed louder than any scream.

and then nothing.

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he stayed on the floor for hours. unable to move. unable to think. his apartment suddenly felt enormous. too quiet.

too empty.

his eyes landed on the lone vase by the window.

empty. 

just like every friday had been.

his chest caved in.

‘she told me she wanted more picnics. hundreds of times. she told me she missed dancing. she told me she missed the flowers.’ he thought.

why 

why didn't i listen?

he buried his face in his hands as a strangled sob escaped him.

it would've taken ten minutes to stop by the florist on the way home. he knew one that stayed open until eight.

he could've taken one friday off. he could've said no to just one late meeting. he could've asked bokuto to celebrate tomorrow. he could've danced with you in the kitchen if he was too tired to go out. he could've loved you the way you needed to be loved.

and as his bloodshot eyes drift to the little black box hidden in the depths of the bookshelf, more tears leak out of his eyes. he realises that you, the stars to his night sky, his other half, will never come back.

a/n >>

i think ts was very depressing im sry

ty for anyone who finished reading ts really appreciate this

-kora

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[korasunae]

the stars to my night sky (a akaashi keiji x reader fic)

warnings; hurt, lowercase on purpose

part 1 (this work) | part 2

a/n>>

yo its been so long since ive posted a fic lmao SO we r back probably so ts is my newest fic ahahahah this is part 1 might post part 2 in a few days asap heheh

edit: part 2 up noe gng

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the first bouquet akaashi keiji ever gave you almost didn't make it into your apartment.

he stood awkwardly outside your front door with one hand shoved into his coat pocket, the other carefully holding a bouquet wrapped in brown kraft paper. there was nothing extravagant about it. no ribbons. no expensive florist box.

just seven white tulips. they were fresh enough that tiny droplets of water still clung to the petals.

you greeted him as you opened the door, feeling nervous yet excited for another date with keiji.

"...i wasn't sure if you liked flowers," he admitted, avoiding your eyes for a second. "the florist said these would last a while if they're cared for."

you stared at them. then at him. then back at the flowers.

"...are these for me?" you asked curiously.

akaashi blinked. "well... yes."

you giggled—not because it was funny, but because you genuinely didn't know how else to react.

he frowned slightly. "is something wrong?"

"no!" you smiled, still laughing.

you reached for the bouquet like it was something fragile enough to disappear if you touched it too roughly.

"it's just..." your smile softened. "...no one's ever bought me flowers before."

silence.

akaashi looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. "...never?"

you shook your head. you laughed again, this time quieter.

"i always thought it'd happen someday." your thumb gently brushed over one of the white petals. "i guess i just never met someone who thought i deserved flowers."

his chest tightened. it wasn't anger, nor pity. it was something far quieter.

it was the realization that something so small could mean so much to someone you loved. he watched the way your face lit up over seven simple tulips.

and before either of you even made it down the apartment stairs for your date, he quietly made a promise.

"i'll buy you flowers every friday." he murmured.

you looked up.

"what?"

"every friday." he adjusted the strap of his bag. "it doesn't matter if we're busy."

he met your eyes. "i'll bring you flowers."

your lips parted. "you don't have to do that. flowers are expensive!"

"i know."

"you'll forget eventually."

"hey, i won't." he smiled. “it’ll be nothing to bring flowers for you, my love. you’re like the stars to my night sky.”

you smiled. "you sound pretty confident. and cheesy at that, too."

"i am." his answer came so naturally that you laughed.

"okay." you tucked your arm through his. "i'll hold you to that."

---

he didn't forget, not even once.

the next friday, it was white roses.

"they reminded me of you."

the friday after—

blue hydrangeas.

"i read they symbolize gratitude."

"...what are you grateful for?" you asked, as you happily arranged the bouquet in a blue vase.

he looked at you like the answer should've been obvious.

"you."

by the end of the first month, your apartment had become impossible to walk through without seeing flowers.

the dining table held dried bouquets carefully tied together with ribbon. fresh flowers sat beside the kitchen sink. your bedroom windowsill became lined with little glass jars filled with blossoms that had survived long after their bouquets faded.

eventually, you started pressing the petals inside books.

one day akaashi found one singular petal tucked inside his favorite novel.

he smiled to himself for nearly ten minutes.

---

those first two years felt almost unreal. not because everything was perfect.

because everything felt intentional. every moment together had purpose.

if akaashi had one free evening, he spent it with you.

always, without fail.

sometimes he'd pick you up after work with flowers already waiting in the passenger seat. other times he'd surprise you by showing up at your apartment.

every time he surprised you with a new fresh bouquet, your smile made him think buying flowers might secretly be the best investment he'd ever made.

---

spring turned into summer. picnics became your thing.

he'd wake up earlier than necessary just to go out to the nearest convenience store to buy snacks.

you'd always insist on making dessert.

"you cut the strawberries wrong." you chided him.

"they're strawberries." he lamented

"they're uneven."

"they're still strawberries."

"...you're lucky you're cute."

he smiled. "so i've been told."

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when the afternoons became too hot, you'd stay beneath the shade of trees for hours.

reading.

talking.

sometimes saying nothing at all.

akaashi liked quiet. but there was a difference between silence and loneliness.

silence beside you felt full.

comfortable.

you'd lean against his shoulder, talking his ear off while he read his book. eventually he'd stop reading altogether.

"...why'd you stop?"

"i'm listening."

"to what?"

"to you."

you smiled to yourself, wishing summer moments like these could last forever.

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one friday evening, after he'd brought you to dinner, you passed a small street festival.

music echoed through the square. couples danced beneath strings of glowing lights.

you watched them for a moment. "they look happy." you observed.

"they do." 

"...do you dance?"

"...not particularly well." akaashi hesitated.

"me neither." you grinned. "wanna embarrass ourselves together?"

"...here?" he looked horrified.

"mhm."

"in public?"

"mhm."

"c'mon." you extended your hand.

he stared at it. then sighed.

"...you're impossible." he took it.

"you love me."

"i do."

"so dance with me."

he did.

awkwardly. very awkwardly.

his rhythm was stiff.

your steps kept bumping into his shoes. you laughed so hard your stomach hurt.

"i'm sorry!"

"you stepped on me."

"i know."

"you've done it four times."

"i'm trying!"

"you've done it again."

despite himself...

he laughed. really laughed.

one of those laughs where his shoulders shook and he had to look away because smiling that hard felt embarrassing.

later that night, while walking you home, he thought—

‘i hope we keep doing things like this forever.’

---

forever.

what a funny word.

the golden promise of "forever" quietly rusts with time.

no one notices when it quietly fades into the cold reality of "never."

---

it happened slowly, so slowly that neither of you could point to the exact day everything shifted.

it began with work.

a mangaka he'd been editing suddenly had deadlines moved forward.

meetings multiplied. late nights became normal.

his phone buzzed through dinner.

buzzed beside him in bed.

"i'm sorry." he'd answer another email. "just one second."

one second became twenty minutes. twenty minutes became an hour.

eventually, date nights became—

"can we order takeout?"

"...sure."

"i'll make it up to you."

"i know."

and you believed him.

because it was akaashi. he always kept his promises.

didn't he?

---

friday came. you found yourself glancing toward the apartment door around six in the evening.

you smiled. he'll probably bring lilies today.

or maybe sunflowers.

you wondered where you'd put the bouquet.

the kitchen was already getting crowded.

you heard the lock click.

he walked inside and dropped his bag.

"...long day."

you smiled anyway.

"...welcome home."

he smiled back.

walked over.

kissed your forehead.

"i'm gonna go shower." then disappeared into the bathroom.

you waited. maybe he left them in the car. maybe they're hidden.

nothing was given to you that night.

---

you told yourself it didn't matter.

he was tired. everyone forgets things. one friday wasn't the end of the world.

the next friday, he came home even later.

"i'm sorry." he murmured. he looked like the life had been sucked out of him. "the meeting ran overtime."

you nodded. "...it's okay."

he smiled gratefully. "thanks."

again—

no flowers.

---

then another friday. then another. eventually you stopped expecting to hear the rustling paper bag when the apartment door opened.

you hated that. not because you needed flowers. 

because somewhere along the way, you'd stopped expecting to be thought about.

---

the picnics disappeared next.

"rain check?"

"sure."

then—

"i'm really tired today."

"that's okay."

"maybe next weekend?"

"yeah."

next weekend never came.

---

the dancing stopped too.

friday nights that once ended beneath festival lights became evenings on opposite ends of the couch. the television played quietly.

neither of you paid attention. your dinner sat balanced on your laps.

occasionally he'd show you a funny manga panel. you'd laugh. then both of you went back to your phones.

not because you didn't love each other.

because neither of you realized you'd stopped reaching for one another.

---

akaashi thought—

‘this is what comfortable relationships look like.’

no pressure, no need to constantly impress each other, no high expectations.

you were both home. together. wasn't that enough?

he looked over at you curled beside him on the couch. you looked peaceful.

comfortable.

he smiled faintly.

domesticity. he'd always dreamed of it.

coming home, sharing quiet evenings, sleeping beside the person he loved.

he had all of that now.

so why did something still feel so..

off?

---

you noticed it too.

except to you...

it didn't feel like comfort. it felt like absence.

you missed hearing him ask—

"what flowers do you think these are?"

you missed spontaneous train rides to parks. you missed dancing terribly together. you missed how he'd unconsciously reach for your hand whenever you crossed streets. you missed how every friday felt like he chose you all over again.

now...

friday was just another normal weekday.

sometimes you caught yourself staring at the empty vase on the dining table.

it had been weeks since anything fresh had sat inside it. you considered buying flowers yourself once. just to fill the empty space.

you stood in front of the florist after work.

you glanced at the white tulips, the very same type that keiji had given you for your first date,  then quietly walked away.

buying your own flowers felt like admitting the promise had truly ended. and that hurt far more than you wanted to admit.

a/n >>

ight bro imma post part 2 soon ty for anyone who finished reading ts really appreciate this

-kora

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😔😔😔😔 I hate when angst is done right bc my heart can’t take it

[izoraee]

⋆˚꩜｡ botw run with kenma 🎮✩🎧

a/n: hi this oneshot is super self indulgent because I'm such a botw nerd and of course, we're going to write it on kenma! this is so dedicated to my beta-reader (you know who you are). so I hope I captured kenma's essence & character in this :) it's very important that canon characterisation stays in my fics :") note: proof-read, but mistakes may still be present. you've been warned.

⋆˚࿔ tags: oneshot, nerds (botw fanatics), fluff, subtle yearning (but it isn't really there), more than friends/less than lovers, acts of service (AGAIN), light humour (from kuroo...) ✦ ݁˖ word count: 2.5k words

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click. click. click.

you lean to your plethora of pillows and plushies, blanket draped around your legs while your hands held your nintendo switch, moving the joysticks on either ends. you were going another hour of your new game that you bought on a whim (and kenma's encouragement).

at first, you were quite skeptical whether breath of the wild would appeal to you. after all, you were much more keen to get other switch games, but kenma managed to convince you with the open world mechanics.

here you were, heading straight to a bokoblin camp. you equipped the knight’s broadsword and a soldier's shield, pressing the left joystick to crouch. you sneak your way into an enemy camp, before switching to your stealth gear and climbing the skull above the mobs.

you switched to the bomb rune, dropping a round bomb on the skull's eyesockets. you pressed detonate, and an explosion shook the ground to the core. you hear groans and screams from the mobs and half their health bars diminished.

you were just about to glide down and enter bullet time, equipping your bow to shoot down the remaining enemies before the door behind you clicked open.

"hey," kenma called out. "can't believe this is the same person who claimed they wouldn't enjoy the game?"

you scrunched your face. "well, neither did I. but you were right. it is fun."

"mmm," he mumbled. "what part are you up to?"

"part?" you frowned. "oh, do you mean the quests?"

"yes," he replied, grabbing his switch and turning it on. similar to yours, he had a nintendo switch, but it was larger and had a sleek, charcoal-grey design to it.

"oh, I think I'm up to divine beast rudania," you said casually. "but, I'm not up to it right now. that's why I'm grinding out enemy camps."

"hmm," kenma nodded. "well, botw isn't a multiplayer game, so I can't help. but, I can show you some tips if you want."

"that'd be nice," you beamed. "do you know how to get more hearts? I keep dying to lynels when I try to grind them out."

you got out of bed, blanket and switch in hand, and sat on the wooden floorboards with kenma.

your eyes wandered over to his switch, which was loading up the game. breath of the wild's loading screen showed different pictures of link and the champions. then, kenma loaded his recent save file, which was in a random shrine location.

"a shrine in the middle of nowhere? really?" you asked in confusion. "I mean, wouldn't it better if you had loaded in a shrine near a stable or a city shop like hateno village.”

kenma frowned. "I was farming koroks near this area, and finishing up the shrine's puzzle before I got frustrated."

"oh sorry," you apologised. "just curious."

"it's fine," he replied. he inched closer and showed you the orange hue on his shrine. "see how it's still orange? that means I haven't completed the puzzle and got the shrine orb."

you nodded in response. "how much more do you have left?"

"only a couple of shrines, but a lot of koroks," he shook his head. "I've been trying to grind in between practices, but kuroo insists I could use that time to do something more productive."

"and that is?" you laughed.

"team-bonding..." he groaned. "I don't really mind, it's just I wanted to recharge. but, I try my best to be there for the team and kuroo."

"of course," you chuckled.

"what's there to laugh about?" his brows furrowed.

"nothing," you replied.

kenma sighed silently, fondling with the joysticks, moving link around.

you remained quiet, unsure how to break the awkwardness between the both of you. you decided to open your inventory and browse through it to look busy.

"to get more hearts, you have to complete your shrines." he said, breaking his silence.

"ugh," you groaned. "no other way? I don't have the time to grind them all out, kenma."

"yeah, but you have the time to grind out mob camps." he retorted. "sorry, didn't mean it to come off that way."

"all good," you replied, moving the joysticks on your switch, and shooting arrows at the remaining mobs of the monster camp you were trying to clear.

"you can grind out hearty durians," kenma explained, pressing the + button on his switch, opening his inventory. he swiped his right joystick, moving through his weapons, shields, and arrows before landing onto his material inventory.

you looked over at the material stats. it seemed that it only healed three hearts. you frowned in confusion.

"uh, if I cook this, how much would I get?" you inquired. "I mean, is this really efficient?"

"yes, it is," he replied bluntly. "let me check your inventory and see what dishes you have."

he placed his switch down beside him, and grabbed yours. he looked into your eyes, silently asking if it was okay. you simply nodded, and he opened your inventory, swiping until he reached the dishes section.

kenma sighed.

"what now?" you groaned.

"have you been eating all your food raw?" he asked, eyes slightly shocked.

"yes? am I supposed to cook them? well, obviously, I cooked the meat, but for fruits, I simply just eat them directly."

"you can't be serious," he stared at you in pure disbelief. "that's such a waste. yes, eating it only gives you three full hearts. but cooking them gives you a full restore and adds temporary hearts."

he moved back to your material inventory, checking how many durians you have left. "you're throwing away free stats."

"sorry, expert," you retored. "sorry for being bad at the game."

kenma frowned. "you still have a couple. I'll show you what I mean." he pressed on the hearty durians, and an animation of link holding one, then two, then three appeared on your inventory.

"that's a cool animation," you murmured.

kenma silently nodded, putting the durians away. he opened your map, and fast travelled to a stable for a cooking pot. again, he opened your inventory and equipped one hearty durian. he exited out of the tab, and pressed a to cook.

you watched the cooking animation, seeing how link makes a happy expression after the dish has been cooked as well as a fun, little tune that played afterwards.

"I normally skip the animation," he stated. "but, since you normally don't cook, I thought I'd want you to see it."

you flushed, heat rising up in your cheeks. as the cutscene finished, kenma opened your inventory and clicked on the complete dish. your eyes sparkled in amazement as a full recovery with four extra golden hearts lining the top left of your screen.

"whoa," you gushed, genuinely impressed. "I didn't know you could do that."

"see? told you," kenma murmured, a tiny ghost of a smile appearing on his face.

"is that all we can do?" you asked, leaning closer to kenma. your shoulders brushed against his, but to your surprise (and amusement), he remained unfazed, still grasping your switch in his hand.

"there's other dishes that can boost your attack and defense," he replied. "but that can wait for another day."

he placed the switch on your lap gently, and grabbed his switch once more. you hear grunts and clicks beside you. it seemed that kenma was trying to clear his own mobs too.

you two sat in silence, only accompanied by link's grunts, screams from the mobs, clicks from your joysticks, and the chimes whenever a chest is opened or a shrine is completed.

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how long has it been? an hour? two?

but, your eyes began to flicker shut. your switch began slipping away from your fingers' grasp. you yawned, leaning your head on kenma's shoulder before quickly pulling away.

"sorry," you stammered. "I know how you don't like physical contact."

kenma shook his head. "it's fine, you're tired."

"you sure?" you rubbed your eyes, the glare from your switch suddenly feeling too bright from the dim light surrounding your room. "the floor's cold. my legs are numbing."

you groaned, head leaning back to kenma's shoulder. he seemed unfazed, fingers clicking and moving at a steady pace on his joysticks. a bright flare shined on his face, and you could barely make out a figure holding a bomb rune over his head.

a quiet voice shook you awake the moment you tried to close your eyes.

"then go back to bed," kenma murmured, his fingers still rhythmically tapping against his pro-controller. "the blankets are up there anyway."

you didn't need to be told twice. your eyelids flickered, and you yawned over and over. you scrambled back onto your mattress, dragging your heavy duvet with you and nesting yourself back into your fortress of plushies. you propped your switch up against a stuffed animal, your fingers loosely hovering over the controls.

kenma watched you out of the corner of his eye before picking up his own switch and moving to sit at the edge of your bed. he didn't climb all the way in. he always respected people's boundaries, distancing himself, but if he feigned concern, he remains there at a distance. just like now, sitting close enough that you could vaguely hear the faint, ambient wind sounds from his game.

you blinked in and out of consciousness, before slowly and softly settling in your sleep. you enveloped your plushie between your hands, drifting away into your dreams. you don’t know if you imagined it as you slept, but you felt fingers run through your hair, tucking loose strands away, making sure you wouldn’t wake up with hair in your mouth. even so, it calmed you down and you slept as if there were no tomorrow.

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your eyes fluttered awake. you don’t know if it was still the same day or the next day, but by the sounds of birds chirping outside and the soft sunlight streaming from outside your bedroom curtains, it seemed it was the next morning.

“mmm,” you mumbled. “what time is it, kenma?”

kenma? wouldn’t he go home by then after you had went to bed. surely, he didn’t sleep in.

you got up, not leaving your bed, checking for any signs of kenma. unfazed, he wasn’t there. you lay back on your soft mattress, gazing at the ceiling. you glanced towards the side of your bed, switch still atop your plushie.

you opened your switch, and you see that the game has been left open. curious, you opened and you gasped.

on your inventory, you see new weapons you haven’t seen before. lynel weapons, shields, and bows. your arrow inventory grew from only having regular arrows to having an assortment from fire, ice, shock, and bomb arrows. you couldn’t believe it.

did kenma do this?

you continued to explore your inventory, fingers moving the right joystick. your material inventory doubled in amounts. monster parts? you got them. your eyes widened, seeing lynel guts and hooves in your inventory. the very enemy you struggled to beat. swiping again, you moved to your dishes which had a plethora of different images of meals you hadn’t seen before.

attack up dishes? you had them. you checked what it was. obviously, you hadn’t seen these before. it read mighty simmered fruit. you saw it had three swords. “maybe the level of attack percentage?” you concluded. still curious, you clicked a and an option to 'eat' or 'recipe' popped up.

an echo of kenma's reminder and remark not to eat your food mindlessly repeated at the back of your mind, so you decided to brush your thumb on the left joystick and click a to check the recipe.

four mighty bananas and a dragon horn.

you read again.

"a dragon horn?!" you froze in shock, dropping the switch to the floor. you didn't know if it was kenma's doing or you magically got better half-asleep.

even then, you swiped back to your material inventory and saw a stack of mighty bananas and dragon horns you'd never seen before. it seemed the attack boost also lasted thirty minutes. maybe it was the dragon horn?

even so, you continued to browse through your inventory. checking again, you had defense up dishes, plenty of elixers from attack and defense boosts, and roasted poultry and meat.

you heaved a sigh, confused but amused. you placed your switch down and walked over to your closet. you open the handles, and grabbed your jacket and placed casual wear on.

you placed your phone on your jacket pocket as well as grabbing your house keys and switch. you opened your bedroom door and ran down the stairs, nearly slipping in your rush.

your mum called out to you, asking if you wanted a quick bite for breakfast. you politely declined, saying you'll be back soon and just needed to run some errands (truth be told, you needed answers from kenma. and fast.)

her eyebrows furrowed in worry and curiosity, but she obliged. she reminded you that you needed to be back in an hour for something important. you nod frantically and absent-mindedly before pecking your mum on the cheek and running out the door, waving a goodbye.

you rushed out, looking left and right before running towards kenma's street. you desperately needed to know if he went through the extra mile for your gaming experience or someone (un)fortunately hacked your game. you hope it was the latter.

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you burst kenma's bedroom door open. your eyes widened in shock, seeing kenma and kuroo on the floor, holding uno cards in hand.

"hey!" kuroo called out, grinning. "look what the cat dragged in!"

"hi," kenma said, fingers fidgeting between his cards, before placing a red card down on the deck.

"kenma, I need to talk to you." you urged. "it's important." you waved your switch, trying to call his attention.

"sure?" he looked confused, but you had a feeling he knew something about your switch. "let me just finish the game with kuroo and-"

"well, it can wait," kuroo chimed. "it'll be quick, right?" his eyes glanced towards you, sparkling. "I'll be waiting, you two."

"don't make this weird, kuroo." kenma said bitterly. "but yes, it'll be quick."

"you know I'm joking," kuroo chuckled. "well, off you go. I'll be rearranging my cards."

kenma frowned, but he chucked his cards in his jacket pocket and strided over to where you stood.

"let's go outside," kenma said casually.

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once the bedroom door closed, you and kenma stood outside the door awkwardly.

"kenma," you broke the silence, flashing the switch's screen on his face. it showed your inventory, stacked with loot and meals. "did you do this?"

kenma looked away, flushed. "yes," he whispered. "I did."

"what?" you looked confused, but amused. "really? that's awesome. and sweet too. can't believe you'd do that."

"it's nothing," he said sheeplishly. "just wanted to help."

"it's not nothing. it's everything." you smiled. "thank you, kenma."

kenma remained silent, but a faint smile itched on his lips.

"show me your inventory again," he instructed softly. "I'll prepare you for your next lynel fight."

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[bokuto-owlmight]

anyway. owl arc

[izoraee]

?! HAIKYUU ⋆˙⟡

☆ fluff. ♡ angst. ❀ multi-chap ౨ৎ oneshots

fukurōdani !

akaashi keiji

౨ৎ ☆ library browse with akaashi

nekoma !

kenma kozume

౨ৎ ☆ botw run with kenma

[izoraee]

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masterlist ₊˚⊹

⋆.˚ HAIKYUU ! "instinct is something you polish" ⋆.˚ JUJUTSU KAISEN ! "love is the most twisted curse of all"

[aransmind]

go emo boys 🗣️‼️

[ranitas4rts]

Rockstar Oikawa??

[ranitas4rts]

Iwachan is shy