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Inui buried his face in the back of Kokonoi’s neck, his chest pressed against another man’s back from his spot behind him on the edge of the bed. Kokonoi’s long white hair rested smoothly over his bare shoulders, tickling Inui’s face as the older male sought to envelop himself in Kokonoi’s warmth. Inui dreaded having to leave him for another long week away, to work on motorcycles while longing. He was so tired, tired of working away from him, tired of waiting to see him every week, tired of hiding it. Smoke filled the air as Kokonoi held a cigarette between his lips. The weight of Inui behind him, with his face in his neck, usually felt like a feather, but this morning it felt heavy. The sun barely peeked through the curtains, covering Kokonoi's body with a shadow that didn't quite reach Inui.
“Are you okay?” Kokonoi’s voice broke through the heavy, melancholy silence of a fleeting morning.
“I’m okay if you’re okay,” Inui replied.
It was always hard to speak on mornings like this; they had both silently thought of telling the other to run away with them. What if they could go somewhere else? But they knew it was impossible. Inui knew Kokonoi would always have ties to Bonten, and Kokonoi knew that Inui had worked so hard to have a normal life. He didn’t wanna ruin that for him. Yet they kept meeting in secret, unable to stay away from each other despite the risk and the heartache that followed suit.
They would both have to part soon, though, and their fantasy was coming to an end, pretending none of these bad things were going on. That the threading string that attached them wasn’t causing pain to both of them.
Kokonoi reached forward and put the tiny bit of cigarette he had left out in his ashtray, staring out his window at the bleeding, apricot morning sky.
“What if I come back later tonight?” Inui spoke in a quiet murmur, tone reflecting the dull ache of his tired heart and the despair of once again having to depart from his beloved childhood friend.
“No,” Kokonoi answered without hesitation, his tone much sharper than he had intended it to be. “We can’t start that pattern.” It was a quick reminder of their current situation, meant to protect Inui, but it sounded more like a rejection in the morose morning atmosphere.
Inui’s breath drew in, quivering ever so quietly. “I know…”, He exhaled.
Kokonoi had always been so used to Inui being the tough one when they were younger; he hated to hear him so burnt out and miserable. And he hated himself for being the reason, for showing up at Inui’s work one day when he could no longer bear staying away from him. It was selfish, a moment of ceaseless loneliness, and he regretted it. He should have allowed Inui to continue his life without dragging him back into a hopeless loop. The relationship they now shared was empty and left them longing for something they couldn’t have.
Koko slowly pulled out of Inui's familiar embrace, stepping onto the cold floor beside his bed. “We need to go.” He said, his voice lacking any emotion. Koko always got like this near the end of their weekends together, and Inui couldn’t stand it; it was like the twisting of a blunt knife. Inui removed himself from the warm blankets of the bed, the fabric slipping off his naked form as he joined Kokonoi in getting dressed for the day. He picked up his wallet and keys, glancing at his ‘boyfriend’ as Koko pulled on a loose red fabric shirt, buttoning it up slowly.
“Come back next weekend,” Kokonoi said bluntly, looking up at Inui with an empty, detached expression. The kind of face he had learned to wear over the last decade as a Bonten executive.
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Inui said softly, stepping past the shell of his childhood friend, giving him one final glance before walking out the door.
Inui buried his face in the back of Kokonoi’s neck, his chest pressed against another man’s back from his spot behind him on the edge of the bed. Kokonoi’s long white hair rested smoothly over his bare shoulders, tickling Inui’s face as the older male sought to envelop himself in Kokonoi’s warmth. Inui dreaded having to leave him for another long week away, to work on motorcycles while longing. He was so tired, tired of working away from him, tired of waiting to see him every week, tired of hiding it. Smoke filled the air as Kokonoi held a cigarette between his lips. The weight of Inui behind him, with his face in his neck, usually felt like a feather, but this morning it felt heavy. The sun barely peeked through the curtains, covering Kokonoi's body with a shadow that didn't quite reach Inui.
“Are you okay?” Kokonoi’s voice broke through the heavy, melancholy silence of a fleeting morning.
“I’m okay if you’re okay,” Inui replied.
It was always hard to speak on mornings like this; they had both silently thought of telling the other to run away with them. What if they could go somewhere else? But they knew it was impossible. Inui knew Kokonoi would always have ties to Bonten, and Kokonoi knew that Inui had worked so hard to have a normal life. He didn’t wanna ruin that for him. Yet they kept meeting in secret, unable to stay away from each other despite the risk and the heartache that followed suit.
They would both have to part soon, though, and their fantasy was coming to an end, pretending none of these bad things were going on. That the threading string that attached them wasn’t causing pain to both of them.
Kokonoi reached forward and put the tiny bit of cigarette he had left out in his ashtray, staring out his window at the bleeding, apricot morning sky.
“What if I come back later tonight?” Inui spoke in a quiet murmur, tone reflecting the dull ache of his tired heart and the despair of once again having to depart from his beloved childhood friend.
“No,” Kokonoi answered without hesitation, his tone much sharper than he had intended it to be. “We can’t start that pattern.” It was a quick reminder of their current situation, meant to protect Inui, but it sounded more like a rejection in the morose morning atmosphere.
Inui’s breath drew in, quivering ever so quietly. “I know…”, He exhaled.
Kokonoi had always been so used to Inui being the tough one when they were younger; he hated to hear him so burnt out and miserable. And he hated himself for being the reason, for showing up at Inui’s work one day when he could no longer bear staying away from him. It was selfish, a moment of ceaseless loneliness, and he regretted it. He should have allowed Inui to continue his life without dragging him back into a hopeless loop. The relationship they now shared was empty and left them longing for something they couldn’t have.
Koko slowly pulled out of Inui's familiar embrace, stepping onto the cold floor beside his bed. “We need to go.” He said, his voice lacking any emotion. Koko always got like this near the end of their weekends together, and Inui couldn’t stand it; it was like the twisting of a blunt knife. Inui removed himself from the warm blankets of the bed, the fabric slipping off his naked form as he joined Kokonoi in getting dressed for the day. He picked up his wallet and keys, glancing at his ‘boyfriend’ as Koko pulled on a loose red fabric shirt, buttoning it up slowly.
“Come back next weekend,” Kokonoi said bluntly, looking up at Inui with an empty, detached expression. The kind of face he had learned to wear over the last decade as a Bonten executive.
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Inui said softly, stepping past the shell of his childhood friend, giving him one final glance before walking out the door.
Inui buried his face in the back of Kokonoi’s neck, his chest pressed against another man’s back from his spot behind him on the edge of the bed. Kokonoi’s long white hair rested smoothly over his bare shoulders, tickling Inui’s face as the older male sought to envelop himself in Kokonoi’s warmth. Inui dreaded having to leave him for another long week away, to work on motorcycles while longing. He was so tired, tired of working away from him, tired of waiting to see him every week, tired of hiding it. Smoke filled the air as Kokonoi held a cigarette between his lips. The weight of Inui behind him, with his face in his neck, usually felt like a feather, but this morning it felt heavy. The sun barely peeked through the curtains, covering Kokonoi's body with a shadow that didn't quite reach Inui.
“Are you okay?” Kokonoi’s voice broke through the heavy, melancholy silence of a fleeting morning.
“I’m okay if you’re okay,” Inui replied.
It was always hard to speak on mornings like this; they had both silently thought of telling the other to run away with them. What if they could go somewhere else? But they knew it was impossible. Inui knew Kokonoi would always have ties to Bonten, and Kokonoi knew that Inui had worked so hard to have a normal life. He didn’t wanna ruin that for him. Yet they kept meeting in secret, unable to stay away from each other despite the risk and the heartache that followed suit.
They would both have to part soon, though, and their fantasy was coming to an end, pretending none of these bad things were going on. That the threading string that attached them wasn’t causing pain to both of them.
Kokonoi reached forward and put the tiny bit of cigarette he had left out in his ashtray, staring out his window at the bleeding, apricot morning sky.
“What if I come back later tonight?” Inui spoke in a quiet murmur, tone reflecting the dull ache of his tired heart and the despair of once again having to depart from his beloved childhood friend.
“No,” Kokonoi answered without hesitation, his tone much sharper than he had intended it to be. “We can’t start that pattern.” It was a quick reminder of their current situation, meant to protect Inui, but it sounded more like a rejection in the morose morning atmosphere.
Inui’s breath drew in, quivering ever so quietly. “I know…”, He exhaled.
Kokonoi had always been so used to Inui being the tough one when they were younger; he hated to hear him so burnt out and miserable. And he hated himself for being the reason, for showing up at Inui’s work one day when he could no longer bear staying away from him. It was selfish, a moment of ceaseless loneliness, and he regretted it. He should have allowed Inui to continue his life without dragging him back into a hopeless loop. The relationship they now shared was empty and left them longing for something they couldn’t have.
Koko slowly pulled out of Inui's familiar embrace, stepping onto the cold floor beside his bed. “We need to go.” He said, his voice lacking any emotion. Koko always got like this near the end of their weekends together, and Inui couldn’t stand it; it was like the twisting of a blunt knife. Inui removed himself from the warm blankets of the bed, the fabric slipping off his naked form as he joined Kokonoi in getting dressed for the day. He picked up his wallet and keys, glancing at his ‘boyfriend’ as Koko pulled on a loose red fabric shirt, buttoning it up slowly.
“Come back next weekend,” Kokonoi said bluntly, looking up at Inui with an empty, detached expression. The kind of face he had learned to wear over the last decade as a Bonten executive.
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Inui said softly, stepping past the shell of his childhood friend, giving him one final glance before walking out the door.
Inui buried his face in the back of Kokonoi’s neck, his chest pressed against another man’s back from his spot behind him on the edge of the bed. Kokonoi’s long white hair rested smoothly over his bare shoulders, tickling Inui’s face as the older male sought to envelop himself in Kokonoi’s warmth. Inui dreaded having to leave him for another long week away, to work on motorcycles while longing. He was so tired, tired of working away from him, tired of waiting to see him every week, tired of hiding it. Smoke filled the air as Kokonoi held a cigarette between his lips. The weight of Inui behind him, with his face in his neck, usually felt like a feather, but this morning it felt heavy. The sun barely peeked through the curtains, covering Kokonoi's body with a shadow that didn't quite reach Inui.
“Are you okay?” Kokonoi’s voice broke through the heavy, melancholy silence of a fleeting morning.
“I’m okay if you’re okay,” Inui replied.
It was always hard to speak on mornings like this; they had both silently thought of telling the other to run away with them. What if they could go somewhere else? But they knew it was impossible. Inui knew Kokonoi would always have ties to Bonten, and Kokonoi knew that Inui had worked so hard to have a normal life. He didn’t wanna ruin that for him. Yet they kept meeting in secret, unable to stay away from each other despite the risk and the heartache that followed suit.
They would both have to part soon, though, and their fantasy was coming to an end, pretending none of these bad things were going on. That the threading string that attached them wasn’t causing pain to both of them.
Kokonoi reached forward and put the tiny bit of cigarette he had left out in his ashtray, staring out his window at the bleeding, apricot morning sky.
“What if I come back later tonight?” Inui spoke in a quiet murmur, tone reflecting the dull ache of his tired heart and the despair of once again having to depart from his beloved childhood friend.
“No,” Kokonoi answered without hesitation, his tone much sharper than he had intended it to be. “We can’t start that pattern.” It was a quick reminder of their current situation, meant to protect Inui, but it sounded more like a rejection in the morose morning atmosphere.
Inui’s breath drew in, quivering ever so quietly. “I know…”, He exhaled.
Kokonoi had always been so used to Inui being the tough one when they were younger; he hated to hear him so burnt out and miserable. And he hated himself for being the reason, for showing up at Inui’s work one day when he could no longer bear staying away from him. It was selfish, a moment of ceaseless loneliness, and he regretted it. He should have allowed Inui to continue his life without dragging him back into a hopeless loop. The relationship they now shared was empty and left them longing for something they couldn’t have.
Koko slowly pulled out of Inui's familiar embrace, stepping onto the cold floor beside his bed. “We need to go.” He said, his voice lacking any emotion. Koko always got like this near the end of their weekends together, and Inui couldn’t stand it; it was like the twisting of a blunt knife. Inui removed himself from the warm blankets of the bed, the fabric slipping off his naked form as he joined Kokonoi in getting dressed for the day. He picked up his wallet and keys, glancing at his ‘boyfriend’ as Koko pulled on a loose red fabric shirt, buttoning it up slowly.
“Come back next weekend,” Kokonoi said bluntly, looking up at Inui with an empty, detached expression. The kind of face he had learned to wear over the last decade as a Bonten executive.
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Inui said softly, stepping past the shell of his childhood friend, giving him one final glance before walking out the door.
hey hey listen..I was wondering if you could do the main 4 plus hisoka/illumi and maybe some other phantom troupe members with a s/o that loves drawing on their hands like I mean always comes back with a design all over her hands and arms
➣ a/n: a little short, but hopefully you still enjoy! thanks for the request 😚 it’s interesting to write about the troupe
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G.F
he enjoys the sight of your little doodles and even offers to let you draw on him.
after seeing you do this so frequently, he’d get an idea. instead of drawing on yourself with markers, why don’t you paint? this would be self indulgent for gon, since he found out he liked the sensation of the brush on his skin. but who knows? maybe it’s beneficial to you too if you like the new medium.
K.Z
he would tease you at first, calling it childish and messy.
“drawing on yourself again? pfft you’re gonna die of ink poisoning some day.”
don’t take that seriously because he actually finds your designs insanely cool. when he’s in a softer mood, he might sit and watch you draw, lost in thought and curious about your artistic process.
he loves anything with dragons and might even come up with a sketch of one you can do that runs all along your arm. you’d find it in one of his notebooks and surprise him the next time you saw each other.
K.K
kurapika would notice you doing this all the time if you worked with him. he knew that letting you sit in his lap as he researched meant his pens would eventually find their way into your hands.. he won’t say anything.
however, he would prefer you didn’t draw on his hands since he’s usually using them. it also comes off as a bit unprofessional for him to have doodles all over in front of a client. he might even hand you a notepad to encourage you to busy yourself a different way.
but man, imagine you drew chains up your arm and pretended to shoot chain jail at him or something. the sight would be so utterly endearing that he’d look away, the beginnings of a grin forming on his lips.
L.P
i can see leorio being the type to sketch things in the bylines of notes, tapping his pen against his chin—things that he picked up in med school. so when he sees you drawing on yourself, he can understand it. other than that, he really doesn’t care or notice most of the time.
he may point it out if your skin gets irritated or if you try to draw over broken skin. do that and he’ll pass you some sticky notes and tell you to draw on that instead.
H.M
this is the guy that draws teardrops and stars on his face every single day. your artistry is absolutely shared. perhaps he’ll even ask you to draw those symbols on him some days, so he can carry a little piece of you with him during battle.
maybe you’d draw a four leaf clover before one of his fights for luck—of which he’d promptly erase. why? because he doesn’t need it, of course.
I.Z
illumi is completely confused by this habit. he hardly understands most hobbies, so idle past-times like this make even less sense. but when it comes to you, he always lets you do as you please, accepting that he won’t understand your normality.
want to draw on him? he doesn’t care. just don’t be upset when he makes you wipe it off later.
C.L
watching you doodle on yourself is an endearing pastime for him. he’s honestly just fascinated by all of your behaviors. why do you draw on your hands instead of paper? is it a sign that you’re bored? some hint that you want to enter the tattoo artist occupation?
he’d ask you all of these things while you draw and you’d probably tune it all out. not that he cares; he hopes to find the answer himself.
extra!
UVOGIN
he loves your little quirk, telling you to decorate his torso and arms with your designs. he’s like a blank canvas for you, as long as you’re okay with his endless talking the whole time.
he will absolutely kill you if he catches you drawing a dick on him AND consider your doodling privileges revoked! indefinitely! (a word he learned from chrollo).
SHALNARK
also loves your creativity, though he insists that you use a digital platform instead. he’s even hacked into programs like adobe so you can have premium subscriptions, but you brush it off. you prefer your skin after all.
at that, he’s pretty confused, viewing things more technically. isn’t it more annoying because of how skin can move? or how the natural oils on your hands messes up the pen tip? after giving you a whole lecture on the disadvantage of hand drawing, you finally give in to trying digital art.
now, if you decided to draw on him instead, all of those cons would suddenly vanish.
SHIZUKU
draw on yourself all you like—she would take a long time to actually notice. one day she’d randomly spot your drawings, raising a brow at them.
“when’d you get those tattoos?” and after you explain that not only are they pen ink, but that they’ve been there for days, she’s very shocked that she didn’t see them earlier.
as for writing on shizuku? it’d be a huge help if you wrote out reminders for her, one she’d definitely thank you for.
PAKUNODA
she finds it super adorable of you, offering her own arms to draw on and even giving you ideas here and there. she’ll frequently ask you what you’re drawing, nodding her head as if especially interested in this little hobby.
one of her favorite things to do would be to cuddle while you doodle.
MACHI
machi’s very observant and would notice pretty soon after meeting you. she’d assume it’s a habit of boredom, so try not to do it mid-conversation. if you do? she’ll guide your chin up with her hands with a muttered:
“are you even listening?” and all of her usual sass. if you want to scribble on her, expect to be told no. but perhaps at night, when she’s laying in bed and much softer.. she might humor you.
FEITAN
he thinks it’s stupid and eyes you dubiously as you draw away on your hands during a troupe meeting. his gaze just keeps drifting over to you as chrollo talks. when he gets the chance to speak to you, the first thing he does is tug your hands closer so he can at least see the thing that took up all your attention.
“silly scribbles. why do them?”
when you tell him you were simply bored, he scoffs. don’t expect him to let you draw on him.. do, however, draw on his face while he sleeps. you might get the chance to watch pain packer after all.
Hearing people claim kokonui has no canon basis and Koko only tagged along Inupi because of Akane's memory and that he only kissed him because he thought of her feels so unserious when Wakui gave us this
How bro and me look at each other, in a fully platonic manner of course
