having adhd and being a creator is like being on a timer. oh sorry you have this art idea? well you have approximately 12 hours to start it and 6 hours to finish the task or else you will lose interest and inevitably move on. oh you have an idea for a one-shot? well youâd better finish it in a day unless you want to banish it to your wips forever. ding dong bitch
when u come up with a tiny change for your story that not only makes the writing flow better but also hammers in the character motivations and story theme
So I saw a post where someone was commenting on Kunigamiâs fury, as shown in his clenched fist, at Kaiser calling Chigiri beautiful, and it just dawned on my what a clever shit Kaiser actually is.
Kaiser: Isagi and Kunigami teaming up could be a real threat to my position on this team.
Kaiser: sees how friendly Isagi and Chigiri are; borderline flirty.
Kaiser: also senses Kunigamiâs fondness for Chigiri / that thereâs some sort of history there.
âšTime to insert that wedge.âš
Kaiser to Isagi in front of Kunigami: Yoichi, is that redhead an old friend? đđ heâs beautiful đźâđš
Kunigami: the fuck he is
Isagi: I know what youâre doing you piece of shit
Chigiri, you will always be the centre of the drama babes đđ đ»
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Content: college parties, alcohol use, implied sexual content, minor ReoNagi
Chigiri Hyouma hates his friends.
Heâs not being dramatic. He honestly and truly hates them. They dragged him to this damn party that he didnât want to be at and now theyâre who fucking knows where doing who fucking knows what.
Actually, he can answer the second half of that statement. Each other. Theyâre most definitely doing each other.
So while he waits for his horny companions to return, he decides he should at least try to enjoy himself. He grabs a drink from the kitchen without questioning whatâs in it. This is his 4th semester in college. He knows better than to ask stupid questions by now. He finds an empty piece of wall to lean against, tucked into the corner. The perfect place to people watch. He knows half the people here - itâs the frat house full of the jocks. Most of whom were Hyoumaâs good friends since he used to be one of them. Too bad injury ended his relationship with sports, though honestly he doesnât miss it so much anymore. At least, not when heâs watching Kunigami do a keg stand and Karasu get slapped across the face for the third time that night. Otoyaâs standing nearby snickering about that and Gagamaru is practically lifting people out of the way to search for something. His hair is down so Hyouma guesses itâs his hair tie again. Heâs pretty particular about it.
Hyouma wishes he had his drawing tablet.
For every person he does know, it seems like thereâs three people he doesnât. They all seem to blend together, the blurry out of focus people in the background of a photograph. Hyouma snorts into his drink as he realizes how pretentious that sounds. As if these people are irrelevant just because theyâre not relevant to him.
Loud whooping and hollering sounds from the center of the room where a table has been set up for beer pong. The team facing Hyouma is an odd pair. One of them is the one hollering, his blonde hair spiked back with the tips colored pink. His partner seems simultaneously pleased and annoyed, a scowl twisted into his lips despite the way his bright turquoise eyes shine with mirth. If Hyouma had to guess, heâs pleased because they won but heâs annoyed by his partner. Either that or Hyoumaâs too drunk to play the guess-the-scenario game.
Heâs staring at the backs of their opponents, so there isnât much to gauge there. Another blonde guy only the ends of his hair are blue and choppy. Hyouma canât see his partner. Blue guy seems to have his head pressed to the table with one hand. Hyouma rolls his eyes, grateful once more that heâs no longer associated with jocks.
As if on cue to prove him wrong, Reo suddenly appears from who fucking knows where. Nagi is trailing along behind him looking ready for bed, which just proves Hyoumaâs suspicions. Nagi is usually a big sleeper, to be fair, but he hardly ever looks tired. He only wears the exhaustion after a good orgasm. Hyouma knows from being the cause of it on several occasions. Which is also why he knows *Reo* knows Nagi only gets fucked in one of their dorm rooms. âTheirâ being Nagi or Reo themselves. Hyouma had long since tapped out of that one.
âYou having fun, Missy?â Reo says, reaching for Hyoumaâs cup. Hyouma lets him take it, mostly because itâs empty and itâs funny to watch Reoâs face flood with disappointment when nothing comes out.
âNo. Can we go now?â He asks as Nagi drops his head onto Hyoumaâs shoulder. Somewhat on instinct, Hyouma lifts a hand to card his fingers though the soft white fluff, earning a quiet hum of approval from the humanoid cat.
âWe just got here,â Reo protests, grabbing two abandoned drinks from the table next to them. âHere. Just drink more, youâll be fine.â
Tags:Â Soulmate AU, Canon Compliant, Manga Spoilers, Switch Dynamics
Summary:
Soulmates.
Such a stupid fucking concept.
Rin honestly thinks itâs fucking fake, anyway. See when soulmates find one another, thereâs no visible mark, not physical change. Itâs supposedly just a âfeelingâ you get when you see your fated partner. A load of fucking horse shit is what Rin thinks about that. People will look for any sorry ass excuse to justify why their relationship is superior to all other relationships. Just say youâre in love and move on. No need to drag this damn âsoulmatesâ concept around.
It has to be a cosmic fucking joke when his soulmate turns out to be Shidou fucking Ryuusei.
He wouldnât say theyâre cuddling. Rin would have never agreed to that. But Rin is stretched out across his bed, leaning back against the wall as his fingers card through blonde hair. Shidouâs between Rinâs legs, using one thigh as a pillow while the other leg is bent beside his head. Theyâd been like this for ten minutes or so now and neither seemed to be in a rush to change that.
âHey, cockroach?â
Shidou twists himself around enough to catch Rinâs eye. âWhy donât you give me a cuter nickname? What about Teddy Bear?â
Rin rolls his eyes. âIn your dreams. Now shut up. I have a question.â
Shidou, predictably, doesnât shut up. âAsk away, Rin Rin.â
âDo you feel weird when weâre apart?â Rin hates how fucking soft that came out sounding, had intended for it to be much more nonchalant. But how else could he have worded it without being obvious?
âNot weird but I guess pissed off,â Shidou explains, settling back into what Rin assumes was the more comfortable position. âI started at least three fights with the Under 20 bros because I was just in a shit mood.â
âThat sounds normal for you.â
âNah. Normal is picking fights for fun. Being actually pissed off is so much less enjoyable.â
This feels like the most docile moment theyâve ever experienced with each other. Shidouâs being open with him and Rin feels the urge to give the same in return. He speaks up, focusing his gaze on the way Shidouâs hair fans out beneath his fingers.
âI feel this⊠nagging prickle in the back of my head.â
âYeah! Thatâs it! And thatâs what pisses me off.â Shidouâs head tips back until heâs looking at Rin upside down, his usual crazed grin on his face. Rinâs heart slams against his rib cage so hard, heâs positive Shidou can feel the vibration.
Heâs so fucking content right now, dare he say, happy. He canât even remember the last time heâd felt either of these emotions. Whatâs worse is he doesnât seem to mind it near as much as he thought he would. Itâs as terrifying as it is a breath of fresh air. He doesnât know if he should hold it close to his chest or throw it as far as he can. And yet, he canât bring himself to panic about it either. One look into the depths of magenta and everything goes quiet.
âI guess soulmates are a real thing after all, huh?â He more meant to keep that thought to himself, and yet, he doesnât feel any regret towards Shidou hearing.
âWhatâs your beef with them anyway?â Itâs not aggressive. Itâs pure curiosity as Shidou turns and rolls onto his side, looking at Rin properly.
Rinâs quiet for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to articulate his thoughts in a coherent manner. Shidou waits silently, eyes never leaving the younger yet the gaze gives no pressure. Finally, Rin decides what heâs trying to say.
âIâm tired of always being half of a whole. Iâm never allowed to just be me on my own. Iâm either Saeâs little brother, or Isagiâs rival, or I guess now, your soulmate.â
Still Shidou watches him. It seems like heâs waiting for Rin to finish, because itâs only once Rin remains silent that he reaches out to give Rinâs calf a gentle shove.
âYouâre whole on your own whether weâre soulmates or not. You donât need me. Youâd burn this world under your cleat with or without my help.â
Itâs so strange to hear such words coming from Shidou. Sure, he barely knows the guy. Even since meeting him, theyâd spent more time apart than together and yet still, Rin knows this side of him is not one Shidou allows the world to see. It feels like this is something special, just for him.
âWho knew you could be decent at life advice?â
Shidou visibly relaxes, apparently much more comfortable now that they are through the heavier mood.
âIâm decent at a lotta things. Youâre just gonna have to learn for yourself, schmoopy.â
âDonât call me that, idiot,â Rin says, kicking Shidou hard until he falls off the bed. A loud thud fills the air, followed by a grunt of pain just as Rin reaches over to hit the light switch on the wall beside his bed.
He isnât sure what he expected, but it certainly wasnât to feel Shidouâs arms close around his waist a moment later.
âGo to your own bed,â Rin says, trying to shrug him off. Shidou, of course, doesnât budge.
âI spent two weeks unable to think about anything other than you. Gimme one night of relief, dammit.â Shidou speaks low, his lips brushing against the nape of Rinâs neck with each syllable. Itâs intoxicating. More than that, Shidou has a point. Heâs the most at peace heâs been in weeks. Why not give himself a few hours to enjoy it at least?
âAnd you said Iâm the romantic,â he grumbles, shifting so they both have room. âOne night. Thatâs it. This doesnât mean weâre dating.â