leafy

affiliated w/ @d1strict99 leafy | she/they | 17 y.o. pfp by celmiu

[leafyonz]

leafyonz I chose you...!

leafy/leafyonz - 17 y.o. - august bday - mostly haikyuu writer - sugawara ily - leafeon fanatic - taken!! - yap blog in the works - links coming soon - masterlist - about leafyonz - dni/byf - request/general rules - tags

[leafyonz]

I'll do a dni + byf list later...I fear I am too lazy. also I fear it takes me like 5 business days to update my master list

[spacecasegalaxy]

Big Spoon/Little Spoon: Haikyuu Edition!!

Would different Haikyuu characters be the big spoon or little spoon?

Blue Lock ver.

yet again incredibly self indulgent and I still can’t explain most of these it’s all vibes!! Also ngl I’ve rewatched Haikyuu already since finishing it I love it so much!! Also my requests are open for Haikyuu among other media if you enjoy this (—ᴗ—) I’m currently working on a bokuakakuroken x reader fic that will hopefully be posted in the next couple of days!!

Big spoon: Daichi, Nishinoya, Enoshita, Ukai, Kenma, IWAIZUMI, Matsukawa, Yaku, Futakuchi, Semi, Shirabu, Sakusa, HINATA, Osamu

Little spoon: Asahi, TANAKA, Takeda, Tsukishima (but he won’t admit it), Lev, Yachi, Oikawa, Koganegawa, Bokuto, Atsumu, Suna, Komori

Both/No Preference: SUGAWARA, Aran, AONE, Kita, Kiyoko, Yamaguchi, HANAMAKI, Kageyama, Kyotani, Kuroo, Akaashi, Ushijima, Tendou, Goshiki

[leafyonz]

Tomorrow will mark 17 days away from my 18th bday. Fear I may be old.

[leafyonz]

just for today

pairing: sugawara koushi x fem!reader

tags: established relationship | slight hurt/comfort | fluff | plenty of teasing | first date (not explored fully)

for: @d1strict99 tea event (I think this fits guidelines? 😭)

fun with new boyfriend!sugawara 

It had been your first date as an official couple, and with how tense the two of you seemed someone passing by would’ve thought the two of you were still in your crushing stage. But that was far from the case, even then, it wasn’t like this was your first date with Sugawara ever. 

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” He asked, voice a bit worried. You both had been walking around town talking to the locals and doing some window shopping, you had been having fun just watching Sugawara, you had never stopped to think that he might think that you weren’t having fun.

“What? No, I’ve been enjoying our date so far!” You said quickly, placing your hands out in front of you as if that would signify your point.

“Really, but you’ve seemed rather tense lately, just relax.” You glanced over at Sugawara, giving him a light glare.  “As if! You’ve been more tense than me!” You argued, earning a soft chuckle from him. Seriously, who knew going on a date with your new boyfriend could be so hard? You both had been on many dates before the two of you ever placed a label on your relationship. But once Sugawara finally asked you out officially things changed. To the point that everyone around you had noticed. 

“Have I?” He asked, pointing at himself as if you could be talking about anyone else in this moment before reaching back to scratch the back of his neck shyly. You only sighed softly, shaking your head as you walked ahead, there was a new curry place you had asked to go to, and since Sugawara didn’t have any qualms with coming he had agreed.

“You said your parents used to take you here quite often, right?” He asked, making you smile as you realized he had actually remembered this time around. 

“Oh, uh, yeah. They have good chicken katsu curry here. Chicken katsu is supposed to make you lucky so we’d go get it before important tests or events.”

You looked behind you, seeing how Sugawara smiled at you. 

“Is that why you asked to come here? We are having a big game with Shiratorizawa tomorrow.” Sugawara sighed, feeling genuinely appreciative that you had remebered even if you had already said you wouldn’t be able to make it to his game.

“You know I’m not apart of the starting line up, right? There’s a chance that eating a meal ahead of time for good luck won’t do anything.” You paused at that, giving a soft huff of annoyance. You always hated when he put himself down like that.

“So you can use your good luck and let it rub off on the other players, or maybe that good luck will translate into getting put into the game.”

You stated matter of factly, it didn’t matter to you whether Karasuno won or lost you just wanted him to have fun. 

“You gotta play super hard tomorrow if you get subbed in, okay?” You teased, watching as Sugawara paused seeing your teasing face. He gave a small sigh before agreeing. It was strange, how even just the smallest of words meant so much to him. 

“I’m just worried.”

He answered, choosing to confide in you. It felt new, even if it wasn’t but you always felt that Sugawara would much rather confide in Daichi or even Asahi more than he would ever in you. But maybe it was different, since they were guys too, or maybe it was because your relationship was so fresh. But still, it made you happy that he would feel comfortable enough to tell you something like this just this once. 

“What if I get too distracted by seeing you on the sidelines?” He asked, watching as your face became blank as you caught onto what you were saying.

“You’re such a bully!” You huffed, giving him the best glare you could. But your face immedialy softened once you saw how he laughed. 

“And here I thought you were about to tell me something so heartfelt, but no! You had to go say that.”

You shrugged, trying to shake off the anger that wasn’t even there. You were just joking with him, for the most part at least. 

“I thought you were supposed to be the mature one y’know.” You grumled, not quite paying atttention as Sugawara closed the gap between you two, making you steady your hands against his chest as you quickly glanced around to make sure there weren’t anyone walking by. 

“Can I not just joke around with my girlfriend, just this once?” Sugawara teased, tilting his head closer to yours, knowing it would catch you off guard. 

“Maybe just for today, tomorrow I expect you to be back to the Sugawara everyone knows, ‘kay?” You relented, you liked when he relaxed like this, truly. It wasn’t even that him acting like that bothered you that much. 

“We’ll see.” You rolled your eyes, hesitating for a moment before leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. 

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extra tags: @lilikags @wystiix

[leafyonz]

Sometimes I feel so old (almost) being 18

[leafyonz]

Sometimes I follow people with the hope that we can be friends and then I feel like people will think I’m weird but it’s okay I fear I may be permanently weird 🧍‍♀️. Sigh, I start to come back and it’s only to scream into the void.

[leafyonz]

Just wanted to post I am very open to moots!! <333. I’m honestly trying to be more social so 💗💗💗 feel free.

[izoraee]

𑣲⋆ snapshots w/sugawara ! ˖°📷༘

a/n: hi! it's the author. since school started, my uploading schedule will be quite slow because I have to focus on semester two. however, I plan to publish occassionally, but don't quote me on that. this is one of the longer fics as well bc I lowk felt self-indulgent and this is also a love letter to my dear mutuals, so please enjoy. thank you for all the support for the fics I've published so far—it gives me the motivation to write these for you guys. 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 note: not proof-read, you've been warned. (hopefully, it still makes sense)

⋆˚࿔ tags: oneshot, fluff/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, tons of sunset/moonlight imagery, teasing, acts of service/quality time, movie date (off-script), love confessions, use of pet names (love), mentions of other karasuno characters (particularly, daichi), light humour/crack, photobooths, slight yearning (from sugawara) ✦ ݁˖ word count: 3.3k words

dedicated to @maiological & @anyadanielleee

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the once sunny skies faded into a red-orange hue outside, its light streaming down the glass windows. finishing off the last period of your class, you waved goodbye to your teacher, heading out to a hallway buzzing with excitement. seemed like everyone was ecstatic of staying home, going out with friends, or simply being out of a structured hell hole from morning to late afternoon.

you, on the other hand, felt envious because unlike the majority, were going to spend a mundane two days in between home and work.

a never-ending weekend cycle.

your friends were part of the majority because they were staying home, cuddling up in a warm, fuzzy blanket either mindlessly scrolling on social media or binging a cozy show over the tedious process of getting ready and draining your social battery for hours.

clasping your books in your hand, you waited behind a group of girls packing their supplies away, chattering occasionally. once the crowd had cleared, you settled your books aside and opened your locker, inputting a four-digit code before the traditional dial lock clicked. just when you began placing your books on the ground, a small, cream-white paper fell on your lap.

your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, before you scowled. you didn't know if the messenger who sent this was someone playing a prank on you, your friend placing their trash in your locker (again), or... perhaps.. a confession?

the orange glow from the sunset hue outside streamed down the cool-glass windows of the second floor building, lining the edges of the folded paper. you slipped the paper in your skirt pocket, zipping it securely before packing your bag.

you glanced around, seeing your fellow peers standing together and chatting. just when you finished zipping up your bag, you felt a small nudge and a faint whisper of a "hello" behind your back. it was one of your friends, holding a phone in one hand.

"hey," she called out. "ready to go home?"

"no, not today," you shook your head. "I might head to the library to finish off some homework then head to work directly.."

she frowned in disappointment, then nodded her head. "sure, just text me when you're in the library. stay safe then."

she smiled and leaned in for a hug, then waved a friendly goodbye and headed off.

you waved back, then rested your hands on your skirt, feeling the paper in between your pocket. you opened your pocket, and pulled it out. it increased in creases, but no rips lined the surface at all.

you unfolded the contents, and it only read:

meet me by the school entrance. I'll be waiting :)

"uhh," you mumbled. I mean, who would leave such a cryptic yet oddly polite message? well, it couldn't hurt to go to the school entrance where others would be. right?

sliding your bag on your back, you made your way down the stairs. the now-quiet hum of the second floor hallway sang a calming melody in your ears where your footsteps echoed down the concrete stairwell.

you were surprised with how calm you were being, walking to the school entrances, without knowing who, what, and why you got the letter. still, the weight of the seemingly-tiny paper buried itself on your chest, an odd hopeful feeling suddenly rising.

"you're overthinking this," you groaned, grabbing your wired headphones and plugging them to your phone. you opened your music app and switched off your after school playlist and continued striding down the steps.

when you reached the school entrance, the once crowded space was entirely deserted. only the brilliant, fiery orange hue of the sunset poured through the wide glass doors, stretching long, sharp shadows across the floors.

pushing the heavy door open, you stood between the school entrance and the school gates. you decided to scroll on your phone for a few minutes, waiting for the person to come. if it was a prank, then you only wasted a few minutes of your time, not all of it—

just as you clicked the skip button of your music app, you felt a presence behind you, grabbing your headphones softly and placing them around your neck. you gasped softly, looking back to be greeted with a faint, cheeky smile. his eyes crinkled shut, a single mole lining the bottom of his left eye.

your heart skipped a beat. it was sugawara.

your eyes widened in surprise, glancing up and down. the wind blew his pale grey hair off his face, but he seemed unfazed, a soft smile remaining on his lips.

he wasn't wearing his usual black volleyball jersey. instead, he was still in his school uniform, his blazer unbuttoned over a white shirt. he was looking toward the direction of the gymnasium anxiously, his fingers nervously drumming against the strap of his bag.

your eyebrows furrowed, looking at the gymnasium and back at sugawara, and pieced the entire thing together. you remained quiet, however, intending for sugawara to take the lead first.

sugawara snapped his head around, his eyes meeting yours. suddenly, it felt like your presence melt the anxious tension in his shoulders.

"you actually came," he said, his voice a gentle, breathy murmur in the quiet afternoon air. his hands grabbed yours, fingers lacing in and wrapping themselves around you. his gaze never wandered away, eyes remaining towards you, learning your every reaction.

your heart thundered, pink flushes lining your cheeks.

"thank goodness, I was scared you'd slipped out through the side gates," he exclaimed.

"aren't you supposed to be at the gym?" you said, finding your voice. you gestured vaguely toward the distant athletic fields. "practice started ten minutes ago..?"

you let the question hang on the air before you heard a faint chuckle, a soft and breathless sound that vibrated right through his fingers into your hands. you gulped.

"yeah, daichi's probably going to beat my ass," sugawara admitted, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. he looked toward the gym one last time before his gaze locked back onto you, his hazel eyes completely serious now.

"I'm going to get absolutely buried in extra receiving drills tomorrow," he groaned. "he might actually kill me."

"then, why are you here?" you whispered, heart hammering against your ribs. the warmth of his hands was the only thing keeping you grounded. "you knew the consequences—"

"because I couldn't focus," he said simply. he stepped a little closer, completely eclipsing the orange light of the sunset, casting you in his shadow. the playful, cheeky smile once on his lips, faded into an earnestness that made your breath hitch.

"I was sitting in the clubroom about to change into my uniform, but all I could think of was you walking out of these gates for the weekend," he confessed, warm shades flushing on his face. "I knew if I didn't tell you today, I'd spend the whole weekend losing my mind."

he squeezed your hands gently, thumb smoothing over the back of your knuckles.

"I've liked you for a while," he murmured. another genuine, soft flush creeped up his neck. "not just as a classmate, not just as a friend, but something more. I want to be the first person you text when you're bored at home. I want to be the reason you look forward to the weekends. I want to be the reason you smile."

your lips parted, eyes widening. you exhaled a gaspy breath. you didn't know what to say. but, it seemed like sugawara had more to say, because his lips began to form another soft smile, urging you to listen and you obliged.

"so..." he whispered, "if you'll have me, I want to take you out." his eyes remained fixated on you, following your every reaction.

before you could even process the confession and respond, a booming yet familiar voice echoed from the distance.

"SUGAWARA! I KNOW YOU DIDN'T JUST SNEAK OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM! GET YOUR ASS RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW."

sugawara froze, eyes widening in pure yet comedic terror. daichi was at the gym doors, squinting across the courtyard, making his way towards you two.

with a sudden gasp of laughter, breaking the awkwardness in the air, sugawara didn't wait for your answer. instead, he tightened his grip on your hand and gave a sharp tug. "we have to run! right now!"

in that moment, you saw sugawara's eyes crinkle, sparkling through the sunset hue that began to fade into an evening glow. a large, playful grin painted on his lips, and your heart thundered in your chest.

as you guys ran out the entrance, his hands never loosened, keeping you close to him. heavy, but it didn't hurt. instead, it was gentle, like the fuzzy blanket you had left home. sugawara's eyes kept glancing between you, asking you if you were okay without even opening his mouth to ask. every time you replied with a nod, sugawara's smile grew wider, its brightness rivaling the stars that loomed above you both.

under the street lights after you both were sure that daichi was no longer behind, you had solidified your answer.

"yes."

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and here you were, at the train station, clasping your phone in your hand, browsing through your school emails and sorting them into folders.

you starred the emails of your upcoming assignments and assessments, mumbling to yourself that you'll sort them once you got home, because right now, you couldn't be bothered.

tonight, you were going out with sugawara, and you've been waiting for this. three weeks prior, he had asked you out and you had said yes.

the moment you had said yes, you recalled how sugawara's eyes sparkled in joy, smiling brighter than the streetlights, the stars above, and the moonlight that reflected on your skin. his hands once intertwined with yours, parted for sugawara to press a soft kiss on your knuckles, before wrapping it together again.

"thank you for making me the happiest man on earth, time and space itself," he had professed, pressing a kiss on your temple. "I'll be the best for you, for me, and for us both."

"stop saying sappy things, suga," you rolled your eyes.

"am I wrong?" he winked. "anything for my love."

you flushed at the thought of sugawara. you glanced at the train platform and the time of the next ride, pulling up your phone to check for notifications. your phone shook the moment you opened, eyes widening as you were taken aback.

your right hand swipped down, checking the pings and it was your now-boyfriend, sugawara. you chuckled, clicking on his notification and opening your messages.

sugawara: hey, I'm on my way. let's meet outside the cinemas, ok?

you giggled, fingers typing a response, before pausing because a second bubble popped up.

sugawara: don't worry, I brought you snacks and a drink ;)

you frowned, not because you disliked the princess treatment, but because ever since you two started dating, sugawara's been compromising himself and prioritising you over everything (with the exception of his academics and volleyball).

... sugawara.

a third bubble echoed.

sugawara: yes? ^^

you wanted to reply, mentally making a note but closed your phone to enter the train that had now arrived, its platform doors opening and a chime from the station, reminding everyone waiting to enter.

taking a seat near the glass window, you pulled out your phone once more, and typed a response to sugawara, who had been left on read for five minutes.

sugawara, just because we started dating doesn't give you the REASON to neglect yourself. please tell me you got yourself something 😭 don't make me feel bad...

you placed your phone down your lap, plugging your headphones in, and began looking out the window. your eyes glanced at the buildings outside, the cars on the road, and people on crosswalks. the soft, sunny glow shined bright on the skies, its rays stretching across the landscape.

your phone chimed, signalling a response from sugawara.

sugawara: hmm, yes, ofc I did. but you got more than I did ;) I bought some super spicy mapo tofu and some bottled strawberry lemonade that I found 🤔 do you wanna know what you got? :p

before you could reply, your phone closed, showing the faint smile that crept on your face after sugawara's response. flushed, you reopened your phone and began typing a reply to sugawara, afraid you'd leave him on delivered for long.

OOO YUMM 😋 going to switch my phone off to save my battery. will text when I drop off at the station, ok?

you contemplated whether or not to tease sugawara, but you chose the latter. after all, it should go two-way.

don't miss me too much 🤍

not even a minute had passed till' another notification echoed.

sugawara: that's a tough one :( but yes, of course. see you later, my love. 🫶

you smiled at the message and the sentiment behind it. you switched off your phone and resumed looking out the window, admiring the city lights and the buildings in different sizes and designs that stretched across for miles.

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the train chimed and called for all passengers that you had arrived at the station, dropping you off at platform one.

you rubbed your eyes, before unplugging your headphones, tucking them away on your shoulder bag, and pulled out your phone to text sugawara that you had arrived.

hey love, I'm already here. where are you?

you stepped out of the platform doors and walked to the entrance, swiping your transport card and heading out. just as you stepped out the station's entrance, you were greeted by sugawara, holding a bouquet of flowers and your favourite snacks. he smiled and waved, even if his hands were busy.

"sugawara!" you squealed, running to hug him.

"hey," he replied, grinning. "I missed you."

"you see me everyday except weekends," you replied, rolling your eyes. "but, yes, so do I."

"I feel honoured," he joked, but stopped when he felt a jab of a punch on his shoulder. "ow! that hurts."

"sorry," you breathed. "I thought we were meeting outside the cinemas! I didn't expect to see you here."

"well, I couldn't wait," sugawara expressed, smiling. "let's go."

he handed you the bouquet, and grabbed your free hand, intertwining it with his, and the two of you began making your way to the cinemas.

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just as the movie finished, you and sugawara joined the crowd in exiting out of the cinema booth. there were numerous chatter, and others held half-empty popcorn boxes and drink tumblrs.

"so, how was the movie?" sugawara asked, eyebrows furrowed. "I wasn't sure what to pick, so I hope it wasn't too bad."

"no, no, I thought it was pretty good," you mused. "but, honestly, I'm just happy to be here with you, suga."

sugawara flushed, looking away. he was at a loss of words.

"honestly, I never thought I'd be able to go out or even experience this with how busy I am. I thought my life would be a rigorous loop of school, work, chores, repeat. but, when you asked me out, it felt like you opened my eyes to a world I never thought I'd be in."

sugawara merely looked at you, lips parted. he didn't know what to say, but he smiled and grabbed both your hands and clasped it with his. you felt a burning warmth coming from sugawara's fingers and into yours.

"I'm so happy you're enjoying yourself," sugawara exclaimed, eyes never leaving yours. "I'll always be here for you every step of the way. I'll make sure that you'll have a reason to smile everyday."

"suga," you murmured. "thank you. truly."

"always, love," he pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling away. he glanced over to the photobooth at the corner. "follow me, let's make memories tonight."

he laced your hands together once more, and walked you to the outside of the photobooth. sugawara pulled the curtains open, and guided you inside.

"ready?" he grinned. "sorry, I don't think this photobooth has the cool accessories others do. feels like the budget decreased here."

"suga, your jokes never end," you shook your head. "you can be the accessory."

sugawara laughed and you knew it was the sound that you wanted to hear for the rest of your life. if you could hear that caress your ears every morning, afternoon, evening, and night, you would never complain ever again. ever.

"okay, it seems like you just click here to start," he said, fingers hovering on the screen. "get ready, pretty. you have to look pretty for the both of us."

"suga, we know damn well you're joking," you rolled your eyes.

"am I?" he smiled. "seems like I'm just telling the truth."

before you could even retort, a loud, artificial beep echoed through the cramped booth. a flashing numbers countdown appeared on the glowing screen.

3... 2... 1...

"hey, wait! it's starting—" you panicked, scrambling to look at the lens.

for the first flash, you both panicked. you managed a wide-eyed, surprised smile while sugawara threw his peace signs up, his shoulder pressing heavily against yours in the tight space. the sudden burst of light blinded you for a split second, leaving a white blur in your vision.

"okay, okay, next one," suga laughed, his arm sliding naturally behind your back to rest on the seat, effectively trapping you against his side. "let's do a cute one."

3... 2... 1...

you puffed your cheeks out, making a silly face at the camera. you expected him to do the same, but when the flash went off, you felt a soft pressure on your cheek. your eyes widened. sugawara hadn't looked at the camera at all, but rather, he had turned his head to plant a squishy kiss right on your cheek, his eyes crinkling shut with absolute fondness.

"suga!" you gasped, your face instantly burning hotter than the screen in front of you. "you're cheating!"

"I'm just capturing the view," he teased, his low chuckle vibrating against your shoulder. the timer didn't care about your flustered state, already ticking down for the third shot.

3...

"quick, look at the camera!" you squealed, grabbing his blazer lapels to pull him closer so he'd actually look forward.

2... 1...

this time, you both leaned your heads together, your hair mingling as you both flashed matching, with genuine smiles on your faces. his hand left the back of the seat, his fingers instead reaching up to gently pinch your cheek, a habit he definitely does with his fellow karasuno teammates, especially the first years, shoyo and tobio, but it felt entirely different when it was done to you.

the final countdown started almost immediately, the booth giving you no time to breathe.

3... 2... 1...

in a split-second instinct, sugawara moved. his hand slipped from your cheek down to your chin, gently tilting your face toward his just as the camera flashed for the final time. the bright light captured the exact millisecond his lips pressed softly against yours—a sweet, lingering kiss that completely stopped time inside the little curtained box.

the machine beeped cheerfully, signaling the end of the session, but neither of you moved. the quiet hum of the photo printer outside was the only sound breaking the sudden silence between you both.

sugawara pulled back just an inch, his hazel eyes dark and swirling with a quiet, breathless intensity that made your stomach flip. a soft, genuine flush crept all the way up to his ears.

"now," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his cheeky attitude completely melting into pure warmth. "I think that one's definitely going in my wallet.

"mine too," you chuckled, pink blush lining your cheeks.

after all, this was just one of the many candid snapsnots you and sugawara will share.

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©️ art cr sabakanzume on X

please don't translate, repost, or feed my writing to ai!

[leafyonz]

THIS IS SO CUTE WUAT

[izoraee]

𑣲⋆ snapshots w/sugawara ! ˖°📷༘

a/n: hi! it's the author. since school started, my uploading schedule will be quite slow because I have to focus on semester two. however, I plan to publish occassionally, but don't quote me on that. this is one of the longer fics as well bc I lowk felt self-indulgent and this is also a love letter to my dear mutuals, so please enjoy. thank you for all the support for the fics I've published so far—it gives me the motivation to write these for you guys. 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 note: not proof-read, you've been warned. (hopefully, it still makes sense)

⋆˚࿔ tags: oneshot, fluff/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, tons of sunset/moonlight imagery, teasing, acts of service/quality time, movie date (off-script), love confessions, use of pet names (love), mentions of other karasuno characters (particularly, daichi), light humour/crack, photobooths, slight yearning (from sugawara) ✦ ݁˖ word count: 3.3k words

dedicated to @maiological & @anyadanielleee

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the once sunny skies faded into a red-orange hue outside, its light streaming down the glass windows. finishing off the last period of your class, you waved goodbye to your teacher, heading out to a hallway buzzing with excitement. seemed like everyone was ecstatic of staying home, going out with friends, or simply being out of a structured hell hole from morning to late afternoon.

you, on the other hand, felt envious because unlike the majority, were going to spend a mundane two days in between home and work.

a never-ending weekend cycle.

your friends were part of the majority because they were staying home, cuddling up in a warm, fuzzy blanket either mindlessly scrolling on social media or binging a cozy show over the tedious process of getting ready and draining your social battery for hours.

clasping your books in your hand, you waited behind a group of girls packing their supplies away, chattering occasionally. once the crowd had cleared, you settled your books aside and opened your locker, inputting a four-digit code before the traditional dial lock clicked. just when you began placing your books on the ground, a small, cream-white paper fell on your lap.

your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, before you scowled. you didn't know if the messenger who sent this was someone playing a prank on you, your friend placing their trash in your locker (again), or... perhaps.. a confession?

the orange glow from the sunset hue outside streamed down the cool-glass windows of the second floor building, lining the edges of the folded paper. you slipped the paper in your skirt pocket, zipping it securely before packing your bag.

you glanced around, seeing your fellow peers standing together and chatting. just when you finished zipping up your bag, you felt a small nudge and a faint whisper of a "hello" behind your back. it was one of your friends, holding a phone in one hand.

"hey," she called out. "ready to go home?"

"no, not today," you shook your head. "I might head to the library to finish off some homework then head to work directly.."

she frowned in disappointment, then nodded her head. "sure, just text me when you're in the library. stay safe then."

she smiled and leaned in for a hug, then waved a friendly goodbye and headed off.

you waved back, then rested your hands on your skirt, feeling the paper in between your pocket. you opened your pocket, and pulled it out. it increased in creases, but no rips lined the surface at all.

you unfolded the contents, and it only read:

meet me by the school entrance. I'll be waiting :)

"uhh," you mumbled. I mean, who would leave such a cryptic yet oddly polite message? well, it couldn't hurt to go to the school entrance where others would be. right?

sliding your bag on your back, you made your way down the stairs. the now-quiet hum of the second floor hallway sang a calming melody in your ears where your footsteps echoed down the concrete stairwell.

you were surprised with how calm you were being, walking to the school entrances, without knowing who, what, and why you got the letter. still, the weight of the seemingly-tiny paper buried itself on your chest, an odd hopeful feeling suddenly rising.

"you're overthinking this," you groaned, grabbing your wired headphones and plugging them to your phone. you opened your music app and switched off your after school playlist and continued striding down the steps.

when you reached the school entrance, the once crowded space was entirely deserted. only the brilliant, fiery orange hue of the sunset poured through the wide glass doors, stretching long, sharp shadows across the floors.

pushing the heavy door open, you stood between the school entrance and the school gates. you decided to scroll on your phone for a few minutes, waiting for the person to come. if it was a prank, then you only wasted a few minutes of your time, not all of it—

just as you clicked the skip button of your music app, you felt a presence behind you, grabbing your headphones softly and placing them around your neck. you gasped softly, looking back to be greeted with a faint, cheeky smile. his eyes crinkled shut, a single mole lining the bottom of his left eye.

your heart skipped a beat. it was sugawara.

your eyes widened in surprise, glancing up and down. the wind blew his pale grey hair off his face, but he seemed unfazed, a soft smile remaining on his lips.

he wasn't wearing his usual black volleyball jersey. instead, he was still in his school uniform, his blazer unbuttoned over a white shirt. he was looking toward the direction of the gymnasium anxiously, his fingers nervously drumming against the strap of his bag.

your eyebrows furrowed, looking at the gymnasium and back at sugawara, and pieced the entire thing together. you remained quiet, however, intending for sugawara to take the lead first.

sugawara snapped his head around, his eyes meeting yours. suddenly, it felt like your presence melt the anxious tension in his shoulders.

"you actually came," he said, his voice a gentle, breathy murmur in the quiet afternoon air. his hands grabbed yours, fingers lacing in and wrapping themselves around you. his gaze never wandered away, eyes remaining towards you, learning your every reaction.

your heart thundered, pink flushes lining your cheeks.

"thank goodness, I was scared you'd slipped out through the side gates," he exclaimed.

"aren't you supposed to be at the gym?" you said, finding your voice. you gestured vaguely toward the distant athletic fields. "practice started ten minutes ago..?"

you let the question hang on the air before you heard a faint chuckle, a soft and breathless sound that vibrated right through his fingers into your hands. you gulped.

"yeah, daichi's probably going to beat my ass," sugawara admitted, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. he looked toward the gym one last time before his gaze locked back onto you, his hazel eyes completely serious now.

"I'm going to get absolutely buried in extra receiving drills tomorrow," he groaned. "he might actually kill me."

"then, why are you here?" you whispered, heart hammering against your ribs. the warmth of his hands was the only thing keeping you grounded. "you knew the consequences—"

"because I couldn't focus," he said simply. he stepped a little closer, completely eclipsing the orange light of the sunset, casting you in his shadow. the playful, cheeky smile once on his lips, faded into an earnestness that made your breath hitch.

"I was sitting in the clubroom about to change into my uniform, but all I could think of was you walking out of these gates for the weekend," he confessed, warm shades flushing on his face. "I knew if I didn't tell you today, I'd spend the whole weekend losing my mind."

he squeezed your hands gently, thumb smoothing over the back of your knuckles.

"I've liked you for a while," he murmured. another genuine, soft flush creeped up his neck. "not just as a classmate, not just as a friend, but something more. I want to be the first person you text when you're bored at home. I want to be the reason you look forward to the weekends. I want to be the reason you smile."

your lips parted, eyes widening. you exhaled a gaspy breath. you didn't know what to say. but, it seemed like sugawara had more to say, because his lips began to form another soft smile, urging you to listen and you obliged.

"so..." he whispered, "if you'll have me, I want to take you out." his eyes remained fixated on you, following your every reaction.

before you could even process the confession and respond, a booming yet familiar voice echoed from the distance.

"SUGAWARA! I KNOW YOU DIDN'T JUST SNEAK OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM! GET YOUR ASS RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW."

sugawara froze, eyes widening in pure yet comedic terror. daichi was at the gym doors, squinting across the courtyard, making his way towards you two.

with a sudden gasp of laughter, breaking the awkwardness in the air, sugawara didn't wait for your answer. instead, he tightened his grip on your hand and gave a sharp tug. "we have to run! right now!"

in that moment, you saw sugawara's eyes crinkle, sparkling through the sunset hue that began to fade into an evening glow. a large, playful grin painted on his lips, and your heart thundered in your chest.

as you guys ran out the entrance, his hands never loosened, keeping you close to him. heavy, but it didn't hurt. instead, it was gentle, like the fuzzy blanket you had left home. sugawara's eyes kept glancing between you, asking you if you were okay without even opening his mouth to ask. every time you replied with a nod, sugawara's smile grew wider, its brightness rivaling the stars that loomed above you both.

under the street lights after you both were sure that daichi was no longer behind, you had solidified your answer.

"yes."

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and here you were, at the train station, clasping your phone in your hand, browsing through your school emails and sorting them into folders.

you starred the emails of your upcoming assignments and assessments, mumbling to yourself that you'll sort them once you got home, because right now, you couldn't be bothered.

tonight, you were going out with sugawara, and you've been waiting for this. three weeks prior, he had asked you out and you had said yes.

the moment you had said yes, you recalled how sugawara's eyes sparkled in joy, smiling brighter than the streetlights, the stars above, and the moonlight that reflected on your skin. his hands once intertwined with yours, parted for sugawara to press a soft kiss on your knuckles, before wrapping it together again.

"thank you for making me the happiest man on earth, time and space itself," he had professed, pressing a kiss on your temple. "I'll be the best for you, for me, and for us both."

"stop saying sappy things, suga," you rolled your eyes.

"am I wrong?" he winked. "anything for my love."

you flushed at the thought of sugawara. you glanced at the train platform and the time of the next ride, pulling up your phone to check for notifications. your phone shook the moment you opened, eyes widening as you were taken aback.

your right hand swipped down, checking the pings and it was your now-boyfriend, sugawara. you chuckled, clicking on his notification and opening your messages.

sugawara: hey, I'm on my way. let's meet outside the cinemas, ok?

you giggled, fingers typing a response, before pausing because a second bubble popped up.

sugawara: don't worry, I brought you snacks and a drink ;)

you frowned, not because you disliked the princess treatment, but because ever since you two started dating, sugawara's been compromising himself and prioritising you over everything (with the exception of his academics and volleyball).

... sugawara.

a third bubble echoed.

sugawara: yes? ^^

you wanted to reply, mentally making a note but closed your phone to enter the train that had now arrived, its platform doors opening and a chime from the station, reminding everyone waiting to enter.

taking a seat near the glass window, you pulled out your phone once more, and typed a response to sugawara, who had been left on read for five minutes.

sugawara, just because we started dating doesn't give you the REASON to neglect yourself. please tell me you got yourself something 😭 don't make me feel bad...

you placed your phone down your lap, plugging your headphones in, and began looking out the window. your eyes glanced at the buildings outside, the cars on the road, and people on crosswalks. the soft, sunny glow shined bright on the skies, its rays stretching across the landscape.

your phone chimed, signalling a response from sugawara.

sugawara: hmm, yes, ofc I did. but you got more than I did ;) I bought some super spicy mapo tofu and some bottled strawberry lemonade that I found 🤔 do you wanna know what you got? :p

before you could reply, your phone closed, showing the faint smile that crept on your face after sugawara's response. flushed, you reopened your phone and began typing a reply to sugawara, afraid you'd leave him on delivered for long.

OOO YUMM 😋 going to switch my phone off to save my battery. will text when I drop off at the station, ok?

you contemplated whether or not to tease sugawara, but you chose the latter. after all, it should go two-way.

don't miss me too much 🤍

not even a minute had passed till' another notification echoed.

sugawara: that's a tough one :( but yes, of course. see you later, my love. 🫶

you smiled at the message and the sentiment behind it. you switched off your phone and resumed looking out the window, admiring the city lights and the buildings in different sizes and designs that stretched across for miles.

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the train chimed and called for all passengers that you had arrived at the station, dropping you off at platform one.

you rubbed your eyes, before unplugging your headphones, tucking them away on your shoulder bag, and pulled out your phone to text sugawara that you had arrived.

hey love, I'm already here. where are you?

you stepped out of the platform doors and walked to the entrance, swiping your transport card and heading out. just as you stepped out the station's entrance, you were greeted by sugawara, holding a bouquet of flowers and your favourite snacks. he smiled and waved, even if his hands were busy.

"sugawara!" you squealed, running to hug him.

"hey," he replied, grinning. "I missed you."

"you see me everyday except weekends," you replied, rolling your eyes. "but, yes, so do I."

"I feel honoured," he joked, but stopped when he felt a jab of a punch on his shoulder. "ow! that hurts."

"sorry," you breathed. "I thought we were meeting outside the cinemas! I didn't expect to see you here."

"well, I couldn't wait," sugawara expressed, smiling. "let's go."

he handed you the bouquet, and grabbed your free hand, intertwining it with his, and the two of you began making your way to the cinemas.

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just as the movie finished, you and sugawara joined the crowd in exiting out of the cinema booth. there were numerous chatter, and others held half-empty popcorn boxes and drink tumblrs.

"so, how was the movie?" sugawara asked, eyebrows furrowed. "I wasn't sure what to pick, so I hope it wasn't too bad."

"no, no, I thought it was pretty good," you mused. "but, honestly, I'm just happy to be here with you, suga."

sugawara flushed, looking away. he was at a loss of words.

"honestly, I never thought I'd be able to go out or even experience this with how busy I am. I thought my life would be a rigorous loop of school, work, chores, repeat. but, when you asked me out, it felt like you opened my eyes to a world I never thought I'd be in."

sugawara merely looked at you, lips parted. he didn't know what to say, but he smiled and grabbed both your hands and clasped it with his. you felt a burning warmth coming from sugawara's fingers and into yours.

"I'm so happy you're enjoying yourself," sugawara exclaimed, eyes never leaving yours. "I'll always be here for you every step of the way. I'll make sure that you'll have a reason to smile everyday."

"suga," you murmured. "thank you. truly."

"always, love," he pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling away. he glanced over to the photobooth at the corner. "follow me, let's make memories tonight."

he laced your hands together once more, and walked you to the outside of the photobooth. sugawara pulled the curtains open, and guided you inside.

"ready?" he grinned. "sorry, I don't think this photobooth has the cool accessories others do. feels like the budget decreased here."

"suga, your jokes never end," you shook your head. "you can be the accessory."

sugawara laughed and you knew it was the sound that you wanted to hear for the rest of your life. if you could hear that caress your ears every morning, afternoon, evening, and night, you would never complain ever again. ever.

"okay, it seems like you just click here to start," he said, fingers hovering on the screen. "get ready, pretty. you have to look pretty for the both of us."

"suga, we know damn well you're joking," you rolled your eyes.

"am I?" he smiled. "seems like I'm just telling the truth."

before you could even retort, a loud, artificial beep echoed through the cramped booth. a flashing numbers countdown appeared on the glowing screen.

3... 2... 1...

"hey, wait! it's starting—" you panicked, scrambling to look at the lens.

for the first flash, you both panicked. you managed a wide-eyed, surprised smile while sugawara threw his peace signs up, his shoulder pressing heavily against yours in the tight space. the sudden burst of light blinded you for a split second, leaving a white blur in your vision.

"okay, okay, next one," suga laughed, his arm sliding naturally behind your back to rest on the seat, effectively trapping you against his side. "let's do a cute one."

3... 2... 1...

you puffed your cheeks out, making a silly face at the camera. you expected him to do the same, but when the flash went off, you felt a soft pressure on your cheek. your eyes widened. sugawara hadn't looked at the camera at all, but rather, he had turned his head to plant a squishy kiss right on your cheek, his eyes crinkling shut with absolute fondness.

"suga!" you gasped, your face instantly burning hotter than the screen in front of you. "you're cheating!"

"I'm just capturing the view," he teased, his low chuckle vibrating against your shoulder. the timer didn't care about your flustered state, already ticking down for the third shot.

3...

"quick, look at the camera!" you squealed, grabbing his blazer lapels to pull him closer so he'd actually look forward.

2... 1...

this time, you both leaned your heads together, your hair mingling as you both flashed matching, with genuine smiles on your faces. his hand left the back of the seat, his fingers instead reaching up to gently pinch your cheek, a habit he definitely does with his fellow karasuno teammates, especially the first years, shoyo and tobio, but it felt entirely different when it was done to you.

the final countdown started almost immediately, the booth giving you no time to breathe.

3... 2... 1...

in a split-second instinct, sugawara moved. his hand slipped from your cheek down to your chin, gently tilting your face toward his just as the camera flashed for the final time. the bright light captured the exact millisecond his lips pressed softly against yours—a sweet, lingering kiss that completely stopped time inside the little curtained box.

the machine beeped cheerfully, signaling the end of the session, but neither of you moved. the quiet hum of the photo printer outside was the only sound breaking the sudden silence between you both.

sugawara pulled back just an inch, his hazel eyes dark and swirling with a quiet, breathless intensity that made your stomach flip. a soft, genuine flush crept all the way up to his ears.

"now," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his cheeky attitude completely melting into pure warmth. "I think that one's definitely going in my wallet.

"mine too," you chuckled, pink blush lining your cheeks.

after all, this was just one of the many candid snapsnots you and sugawara will share.

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©️ art cr sabakanzume on X

please don't translate, repost, or feed my writing to ai!

[leafyonz]

I have another sugawara event fic in the works but I’m trying to pace myself as to not get burnt out <333 I feel like I’ve been a bit quieter than I have been lately so wanted to give a quick update. Ily all.

I’ll remind everyone when it comes to time, but not the next week but the week after I’ll probably be really quiet since I’ll be overseas for that week. And then after that I have to be on the grind for college prep…

[barakock]

guys night

[neverniko101]

WHAT KINDA CAT ARE YOUR MUTUALS

I REALLY WANNA SIT HERE AMD GO THROUGH TAGGING EVERYONE BUT I HAVE TO GO TO BED NOW SO I’LL DO SO TOMORROW!!!

[vaguelyhumorousbeans]

@aedynlikesgreen: smol shorthair

@gmtgab: skrunkly orange cloud loaf

@itsaboon: liquid creature?

@dokjas-lostselfpreservation: little shit cloud skrunkly

[dokjas-lostselfpreservation]

LMAOOO ACCURATE 😭 also cloud the best compliment ever lmakqjwebehdk

you're orange, witch and skrunkly <3

tags: @tabsters @midnight-blues09 @im-staren @one-selective-motherfucker @n3rdchi1d @ventiilatte @croded @kkooongie @justsomeorangepeeler @feellikeasadsong @fieldoforchidsandmoonlight @sofistuff @akard-bakard-bamby-bo @ammckk6262 @paraskeinia @indiepoplover-15 @yuukei00 @yingdu-lover @thetoastistoasted @talesinmyhead040122 @rotting-in-red @riceynicey

[tabsters]

you're either cloud or liquid jyo

@illumiiiz @idonsson @fieldoforchidsandmoonlight @asher-dear @kagstobioisthelightofmylife @one-selective-motherfucker

[kagstobioisthelightofmylife]

TABSSS!!! HELLOWW ITS BEEN A WHILE

also, tux and cloud. yeah. you're cool like that.

@ackermanandsukuna @reikodashi @showhay @f2lix @kissjoao @lovedlorned @ryylives @ryomenlettuce @huhyeni @reeenneee @imallamaninjaistg @anyadanielleee @lemonsunnyhoney @lovesweeti @tobiosfavgirl @cowboylo @karnevil @wowbyselene sorry if i missed anyone !! i'm in class 😭

[anyadanielleee]

HI JAE TYSM FOR THE TAG HEHEHE

i'll say ur loaf and cloud :33 but also shorthair because id love to give u a hug 💗

funny thing is im actually just about to bake cookies so ill send those to you through the screen HAHAH

no pressure tags: @puppicino, @redfox-44, @sh0dor1, @maiological, @korasunae, @hopleii, @nursedflowers, @miittzki, @nezukokamado1208, @huhyeni, @misasprout, @personal111, @leafyonz, @izoraee, @n-o-b-o-d-y123

[leafyonz]

Ty Anya for the tag<3333

Idk I kind of struggled to do this bc I’m indecisive LMAO. I would put Tux, and skrunkly but also shorthair because I wanna give all of my moots a big hug.

tagging (no pressure!!) @amorsial @stellar-headquarters @shoyosluver @haniekai @azullumi @wystiix @marisolls

[aritsukemo]

A Twisted Pleasure | Lohen

Summary: Lohen is simply in love with the way you despise him.

Warnings: This post displays an unhealthy love dynamic that involves

Summary: You hated yourself more than anything — especially for taking advantage of this change Mutsuki has underwent following the Rushima Landing Operation — but it's simply not enough to make you consider stopping.

Warnings: This post displays an unhealthy love dynamic that implies emotional manipulation and violence ( lohen is constantly ans purposefully angering reader to the point that they physically harm him ). That said, the author did not write this with the intention of encourage others to partake in such a relationship with anyone and simply wrote it for funsies. No gender is implied so you may see reader as female, male, or gender neutral! Other than that, there's nothing. Read at your own discretion.

A/N: I know I said I wouldn't post any Lohen drafts unless I got Lohen and his weapon but I'm clearing out my drafts rn and didn't have the heart to delete this 😔

Tagging: @tragedy-of-commons, @nursedflowers, @satansdaughter123, @snowy-violet, @keikeiluvyou, @alo37168d, @leafyonz, @nyxx-vexx, @rincommittedarsin,

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Lohen really loves to piss you off.

If asked why, he'd laugh and explain to person that it's a simple joy. That he merely gets a kick out of it, and while that's not exactly wrong, it definitely doesn't not accurateenough in it'svague explanation to be right.

It's something hard to describe — a sorta rush, you could say, that only comes when your eyes narrow and your brows dip deeply.

That intense joy that overtakes him when your face scrunches and your fist clench and you give him that look that lets him know that he's just one more comment away from being on the receiving end of your punch or kick — or even better, your precious blade.

It's a kind of carnal desire he gets when he pushes you past the limits of frustration — where he starts wishing he could push just the right wrong button and get you flying into a rage and finally pushes you to rough him up.

To him, it's like coaxing you into a dance, one of battle, where the only music are the sounds your weapons make when they clash for that brief moment and the groans that slip from your lips when either of you manage to finally land a blow on the other.

He yearns for this feeling more and more by the day and it fuels him to pester you time and time again despite the threats that seem to increase with every visit and grow increasingly more violent. That, sometimes, he walks home limping, bleeding, and bruised from head to toe. That sometimes you completely imbolize him and render him unconscious, leaving him to wake to throbbing all over; a physical reminder of the limits he had managed to push you to.

You may very well end his life one day if he keeps testing the limits. A sick part of him almost wishes you to because, in some twisted way, it'd be like a love confession.

After all, when it comes to you and him, hatred and love is a blurred, bloody line and cruelty is the highest, most intense show of love you can give to one another and he wouldn't change it for the world.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[lysarion]

╰ DEVOTION, THROWN INTO CRUCIBLES ／ PHAINON ⟢

SYNOPSIS: you have known phainon as the boy who liked to play tag, disliked hide and seek, and a god with great responsibility. unfortunately for you, he hides too many secrets.

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𖥔 WARNINGS: au where the chrysos heirs are actual gods. mentions of blood, violence, and weapons. character death. potential ooc (i haven't written for the guy in a hot minute okay....) not fully proofread; expect mistakes!

♪ FINAL NOTES .ᐟ an order of a blue cup with blood orange & cranberry tea, a splash of lemon juice, and a cheesy vegetable garden tart for TEA99. this has highkey changed from the initial idea but wtv!

It's almost laughable how you painfully want to wrap your fingers around Phainon's neck in a vice grip. Alas, you can't do that—not without any immediate and lasting repercussions, at least, and you'd rather not be the cause of Anaxagoras's headache. As much as you loved annoying the god, Phainon had already taken up that post.

"What's gotten you in such a sour mood?"

And on cue, the pensive expression on your face shifts into a nasty sneer. Without another word, you grip the basket of harvest to your hip just a tad tighter when another pair of footsteps walk with you. You bite your tongue hard. Hard enough to draw blood when steady but scarred hands take the woven thing from your grasp.

"You, if it wasn't obvious enough," you bark out, arms crossing over your chest—unsure what to do with them now.

Phainon only laughs, that bellowing sound that poets would describe as sunlight dripping like molten wax under the summer afternoon. It's an annoying, grating sound you'd much rather avoid. But he's persistent. At being helpful, at being a gentleman, at never knowing when to give you a moment of peace since you've become Cyrene's handmaiden.

For a god bearing the world's responsibilities, Phainon sure had enough time on his hands to come and talk your ear off.

"Well, that's not a nice way to greet a friend."

"We're not friends, my lord."

The formality bleeds in like a familiar habit. When you're at the steps of your goddess's temple, you snatch the basket from his hands with haste, leaving him stunned at the foot of the stairs as you march your way up. You don't look back; you force yourself not to when he shouts.

"Tell Cyrene I said 'hello'!"

You only roll your eyes as you mutter. "Go do it yourself."

The following morning, Phainon is there. Of course he is; he's a god—just not yours. As Cyrene had informed, every ruling divine residing in Amphoreus was cordially invited to a simple get-together. 'To maintain a close bond!' she had explained when you asked. And in a sense, you understood why she does it.

He's seated next to her, perks of being childhood friends before inheriting their titles, you suppose. Romance is to Phainon's left, and Reason is next to her. You hide a smile behind your chalice as Trickery pounces toward your side, already whispering the townsfolk's recent gossip. Strife is across from Phainon, leaning back on his chair as he recounts another tale from his recent escapades in dealing with the Black Tide's army. Death is next to him, silent but not invisible, swirling the drink in her purple palms, laughing with the Sky quietly as Worldbearing is scolded.

Passage is running late, so is Law and the Ocean. Not unknown prospects to you—you were the one to deliver the news to Time after all.

It's such a normal sight, one you didn't and wouldn't have believed even as Cyrene retold the events of the previous gathering. Everyone was lathered in ambrosia, flour, and laughter as they attempted to cook. A very human affair for beings that mortals look to for guidance and protection. If you hadn't taken your goddess's blessings, you'd have remained ignorant of such a strange, familial connection between them.

"And what about you?" Cifera drawls out, yellow-manicured fingers dancing across your arms. You ignore the pin-prickling feeling of another pair of eyes raking over your figure as you try to hide in your own skin.

You can only throw the goddess of trickery a wry smile, "Nothing out of sorts. Definitely paling in comparison to your mischief."

Cifera preens at your unabashed gloating over her name. Her feline-like eyes focus on your own as she tries to make a grab at your chalice. "Oh, don't be like that! Surely something interesting must be going on in your little life."

"If there was, I'd be racing to tell you," you argue. Not necessarily a lie, after becoming a demigod, you find yourself indulging in the presence of your little thief if you aren't running around to finish your duties.

"Cifera, leave the attendant alone." Romance warns.

With a roll of her eyes and a hidden chuckle from you, Cifera bids you farewell and scurries back to her seat next to Strife.

Cyrene beckons you over, having already noticed the clouds obscuring your face. She always has, ever caring for the people that surround her—divine and mortal alike. It delivers a short pang of guilt in your heart as you assure her with a wave of your hand. How lucky you are to have been graced by the blessing of a gentle god like Cyrene. Maybe that's why you leave the scene.

You can't bear to indulge in her charade. No matter how many times she tells you that it will grow easier over time, it has not. It has become painfully difficult to face all of them with the knowledge that you are stuck. Looping in cycles that threaten and bind your existence to one focal point you cannot derive from.

It is cruel; it is unprecedented—it is entirely unlike her. How Time can cradle you so softly, a gentle smile easing your worries and simultaneously forcing all of your cards out of your hands when you least expect it. Cyrene is not a punishing god to attend to, but she is infinitely hard to understand.

"Leaving so soon?" A smooth voice asks just a few feet from where you stand in the balcony overlooking the Temple of Evernight. You sigh heavily when you wait for a few minutes, and Phainon doesn't leave. It seems like he has no plans of leaving you alone.

"Shouldn't you be indulging in honeycakes and ambrosia by now?" You ask with an annoyed lilt to your voice. Much to your horror, Phainon has taken your reply as an invitation to chat as he takes the spot next to you. You ignore how your shoulders are nearly touching.

"Flavour fatigue," he explains. "I still can't believe Mydeimos can down so many plates of those!"

You don't offer him anything—not a word, not even a spared breath in his direction. It's as if you're actively holding your breath when he invades your space. Not one wrong inhale when the air carries the scent of wheatfield and drying sunshine, and you'll forget all that you've worked for.

Phainon clears his throat, failing to keep his composure as the air between you turns awkward. He's started tapping on the marble, eyes unsure where they can and can't land without you snapping. You almost snort at the stupidity of it all. He's a god for goodness' sake! One who holds your entire fate in the palm of his hands. And yet here he is, fixing his chiton, his hair, and shuffling from one foot to another just to appear unbothered.

How has this buffon taken the title of a god when he's like this with you?

"I'm retiring for the night. Enjoy the rest of your evening." You say, cutting through the silence after you couldn't take any more of it. The path of some peace and quiet was so clear in your mind—just a few heavy strides into the temple, turn right, and you're in your quarters—but it can never be that simple when Phainon is involved. It's as if he's allergic to not meddling in affairs he shouldn't.

"One moment, I still want to—"

"My Lord, unhand me."

He glares, not at you. You've noticed he's always done that—avoiding his more divine features from your periphery as if you weren't partially god yourself. It infuriates you, but not in the way it should. Phainon's actions appear arrogant, as if wedging a giant wall between you. A reminder that he is a full god, while you can only scrape off a fraction of it to even stand beside him. Phainon has never done that—never made you feel any lesser; hell, he treats you better—and that's the problem.

"Please," he pleads with you as his other hand envelops yours, bringing it to his lips as his breath ghosts over your skin. He is warm. No, that's not right. For all the words you have used to describe Phainon, it is not 'warm'. Scalding would be much better. "I just need a moment of your time to tell you that I…"

The words catch in his throat. He looked almost in pain, as if someone had stabbed him through the heart with a blade meant to incapacitate him for all eternity. Under the Evernight's glow, where the fireflies have decided to dance and the breeze to go still, Phainon's eyes are shadowed by an emotion you cannot begin to name.

"I…" He tries again, his hold on your hand growing tighter as his teeth catch his bottom lip. No further words escape him, and he takes it as a cue to finally resign himself to his fate.

You grit your teeth. The force is so hard you feel it crack like the earth in your own jaw. You pry your hand away from him, rubbing at the skin of your wrist raw as you glare. Phainon looks defeated; it annoys you. He looks defeated as you spare him no glance when you turn to leave.

Phainon thinks his curse is not that he has to bear the world and all its people. He thinks he's cursed with never having to hold you again.

"Distracted," a gruff voice points out as he cries out in pain. His hands instinctively come to rub at the sore spot on his head as Mydeimos drops the wooden sword in front of him.

"How rude!" Phainon exclaims with faux irritation. "I was thinking."

"Dangerous game," Mydeimos replies, dropping to sit cross-legged in front of Phainon. His chin is propped up against the heart of his gloved palm, the gold of his necklace and bracers catching the morning rays like a dream catcher. "What's gotten you so up in the clouds? I doubt even Hyacinthia can pluck you out of it."

When Phainon doesn't reply, Mydeimos only hums.

"Is it the attendant? The one always at Cyrene's side?"

It's embarrassing how fast the mention of you catches his attention.

Noticing his failure at subtlety, Phainon hides behind a closed fist and clears his throat. The actions do little to stop the sly smirk that breaks out on Strife's face. Suddenly, he is a boy again. In the wheatfields of Aedes Elysiae, hiding behind their pale golden light, he hears your giggles calling out to his sister. It suddenly feels too hot, which is ironic because that's all he's ever felt—after inheriting the coreflame of Worldbearing, Phainon can only run warm.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised," Mydeimos says, already getting up and dusting down his pants.

Phainon furrows his brows at the comment. "What does that mean?"

"You've been in this dance of hot and cold since I've met you," the prince shrugs. "You're hot, they're cold. You're perpetually a bumbling mess of poetry, while they remain a straight composure. Laughable, really."

"I am not!" Phainon denies, rising from his seat, taking the wooden sword with him.

Mydeimos only laughs. Filled with mirth and youth that neither of them is familiar with. "Oh, please. You can do better than that."

With a glare, Phainon takes up arms. His pretend blade aimed at his companion as he challenges, "Try me then."

A grin breaks out on Mydeimos's face. He stretches his arms in front of him, cracking the sleeping bones in his neck as he beckons Phainon forward.

"Up and at it, Worldbearer."

"I still don't see why you can't just say it openly," Cyrene admits, her fingers drawing lazy patterns over the blanket across her lap. Phainon can only shift in his seat as he peels an apple for her. Normally, it would be you in his position. But Cyrene has sent you away on an errand with Lady Tribbios, and who was he to deny his sister anything when she rarely asked for it?

He only chuckles nervously, placing another skinless piece on the plate of her bedside table, making sure to avoid the cracking of her porcelain skin when she reaches for it. "You know why, Cyrene."

Surprisingly, she doesn't jump to correct him. That she doesn't, in fact, know he's tiptoeing around the subject. All Phainon is met with is a tentative hum, the sound of her coughing, and the falling of his wooden seat as he jumps to rub soothing circles on her back when she coughs.

"We don't have enough time," he murmurs. Cyrene's hands gripping his chiton with frail strength. The sight of her, so weak and unable to stand on her own as the world breaks and becomes anew, never fails to spark that igniting hatred simmering in the pit of his stomach.

How unfair and cruel this world is to Cyrene, who has done nothing but love it wholeheartedly.

Your name falls gently from her lips when Cyrene pulls away, "They can't wait forever, you know? At some point, in some way, they'll learn the truth. I think it would comfort them greatly if it came from you, Phainon."

His throat runs dry. As if on command at the sound of your name, Phainon looks away. The words sit heavily on his tongue, waiting to run loose and find you. But he has never been good at hide-and-seek; he much preferred tag. It's a much simpler game, no rules or limits—he can run wherever and for however long he wishes. And right now, he wants to run. Back into that village hut where blood remains a foreign concept only known in fairytales and ballads, where swords did not break skin, and where you would come find him and take him home when the sun has decided it no longer wished to see the world.

"Why won't you tell them, Phainon?"

"I can't," he says through gritted teeth, his head falling to Cyrene's shoulder as her arms, as weak as they are, come to embrace him. "I mustn't drag another into this mess."

"Oh, Phainon. It isn't your fault."

He wished to believe that, truly, he did.

But how can a God ascend to divinity without blood drying under the beds of his nails?

News travels fast even without Passage's assistance, you realize. Prophecies, divine readings, these are no foreign subjects to you—you've learned to master them after becoming a demigod yourself. What your goddess has not told you is the lingering panic that will settle in your veins when you hear of them.

"Time has fallen!"

It rings and rings, turning your limbs into stone as the people around you start running. They shout, they cry, they look to you and beg for guidance. You are a demigod—a hand-picked attendant to Time herself—but you offer no consolation. You stay rooted in the market's frenzied state. It's as if your mind has turned into a river of uncertainty, before a pebble drops and shatters the silence like glass.

You run.

You've never been good at tag—never as good as him. Your lungs are too greedy; they ask for air even before you take off. Your legs are not strong; they can't hold out for more than a few minutes, nor can they cross miles as they were just numbers being recorded on parchment. You much preferred hide and seek. A set of rules and a limited time. Because when the final grain drops in the hourglass, you'll know the game is done.

Now you know why Phainon didn't like it so much.

The reaction after stagnation is immediate. You barrel into the temple, into Cyrene's private quarters. Weaving between any and every guard that stands in your way. And when you knock down the elaborate gate that separates you two, you are out of breath, and you are tired.

How cruel a game it is—to believe that even time can run out.

"What have you done…?" you ask, voice breaking as you fall to your knees. The cold marble kisses your skin as tears spill from your eyes. "What have you done to her, Phainon?"

He doesn't reply. Phainon just stares—at the blood, then at the blade in his hand, and then at you.

Your name falls from his lips, waking a trail of cold nerves across your arms as you shake your head, refusing to believe the sight in front of you. "You weren't supposed to be here."

"That wasn't my question. Whether I was or wasn't supposed to be here matters not—!"

"You're supposed to be with Lady Tribbion in the market."

"What have you done to her, Phainon!"

"You weren't supposed to see."

"Answer me!"

"It was supposed to be a secret between us two."

You don't know what compelled you to action. Maybe it was the anger, maybe it was something else. Regardless, you run. Dagger obtained from a hidden pocket in your garments, and you charge. Metal point aimed at Phainon's chest as you toppled him off his feet, the ceremonial blade Cyrene would use in rituals clattering loudly as it fell beside him.

A pained cry leaves you, the dagger aimed high before you can attempt to plunge it into his heart. He stops you—of course he does—by seizing your wrists before you can nick his skin. Tears freely flow from your eyes now. They drop one by one like falling stars onto his cheeks. Now only do you realize the lack of light in Phainon's eyes. He looks like a corpse walking on pure instinct.

"What have you done?" you parrot again, your weapon shaking as you struggle against his strength. "What secret have you been hiding that involves her death! Answer me, Phainon!"

Phainon smiles bitterly, "Time runs out."

"Don't start being philosophical on me now, you wrench."

He can only look away at your words. At his reaction, you can only laugh in grief.

"I thought you hated hide and seek. So why now are you hiding from me?"

"Please don't," he pleads, bottom lip shedding golden blood from how harshly Phainon has been biting down on it. Tears spill from his shadowed eyes with his grip still unyielding on your hands. "Please don't look at me. Not now, not when I've done something you cannot forgive."

"You plead with me now?" Disbelief envelops your voice as it cracks. "Do you take me for a fool? An ignorant attendant who hasn't noticed anything wrong? You think so lowly of me, Phainon, despite claiming the opposite."

"You don't understand."

"Then make me! For the love of god Phainon, please, make me understand."

You've known Phainon for a long time. He was the boy you saw with wooden swords and a blue cape, running the fields amok and leading younger children in 'adventures'. You were more involved with his sister, Cyrene, a girl blessed with reading cards.

"Please, Phainon. We can make this work."

You don't recall ever playing with him, though. He liked his freedom—unrestrained by rules and expectations from games. You were the opposite. You liked the certainty and repetition.

"We have to, Phainon."

He liked your difference. It fuelled his fantasy of being the sunshine to your gloom, the knight to your regent. Never in his life did he think his little play of your romance would turn upside down. Because he was never meant to be the sun, Phainon had too much hate in his heart to be that pure. And he couldn't be a knight; he was too guilty for such a role.

"I'm sorry, but we can't."

Because Gods could no longer play games like tag or hide and seek. Those were activities meant for mortal souls. Neither of you was human anymore. But when gods do decide they want to play pretend—blinded by nostalgia for when they were but a speck of dust in the grand cosmos—it always ends the same.

Someone always ends up crying.

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[pollypolka]

Boyfriend!Tsukishima who is always uncomfortable on your bed ><

He’s too tall for your bed, so his feet dangle off the edge of the bed when he lays down flat. But Tsukishima never manages to do so, anyway.

It’s because the mountain of stuffed toys and plushies that stack together like building blocks, restricting him from ever getting comfortable.

You got penguins, octopi, sheep, chickens, all of the animals his big brain can think of. And most of them are unfortunately bought by him, making his situation worse because he can’t just throw them away!

“Your toys are basically pushing me off the bed.”

He says in disdain, his eyes searching for yours over the barrier of stuffed animals.

He looks over with his mouth open ready to say something about his lack of comfort on his side of your bed, only to find you fast asleep. Chest slowly rising and falling.

How could he disrupt this sight? He thinks in his head.

So through all the discomfort of your plushies against his back and limbs, he stays silent and forces himself to get comfortable because he knows this is exactly how you like it.

Smothered in stuffed animals, him by your side, cool breeze of your ceiling fan.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

an: Another thot! Eat up the side dishes hehe…🤍

[leafyonz]

in honor of @stellar-headquarters sending me kitty here is peachy girl