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kaemaki | 2.4k | #febyuri2026 | prompt: rainy day / music
Rain turned Hope’s Peak into a sealed box.
It started sometime after second period—first a soft insistence against the windows, then a steady drumming that swallowed the courtyard whole. By the time the announcement crackled through the intercom, the sky had darkened to a dull slate, rain streaking the glass in uneven lines like something had dragged its fingers down the building.
“Due to severe weather conditions, all outdoor activities are suspended. Students are advised to remain inside until further notice.”
Maki Harukawa barely reacted. Weather was just weather. Noise, inconvenience, something to endure.
The bell above the café door chimed softly, a sound almost lost under the low murmur of conversation and the hiss of steaming milk. Minori Kushieda paused just inside, shaking snow from her scarf out of habit even though flecks were barely falling outside. The place was warm, crowded in a comfortable way—wooden tables, mismatched chairs, chalkboard menus written in looping handwriting. Familiar without being specific.
She scanned the room, already half-regretting agreeing to this little reunion thing, when she saw her.
Ami Kawashima sat by the window, long legs crossed neatly, a ceramic mug cupped between elegant fingers. Her hair was shorter than Minori remembered, styled with effortless care, and her coat—caramel-colored, expensive-looking—was draped over the back of her chair like it belonged there. She laughed at something the barista said, head tilting just slightly, and for a split second, Minori felt like she’d been yanked straight back into high school.
The forest had gone quiet in the way that meant danger.
Snow hung thick on the branches overhead, bending them low, weighing the world down into stillness. Even the wind had softened, reduced to a thin breath that slid through the trees and sank its teeth into exposed skin. Aurora pulled her cloak tighter around herself, fingers numb, breath fogging white in front of her face.
She didn’t say anything. She hadn’t for a while.
Mulan noticed anyway.
a self-indulgent fic for febyuri that includes mulan and aurora from ouat cuddling for warmth.
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Feng Xin paused outside the door of his assigned dorm room, one hand clenched around the handle of his suitcase like it might bolt if he let go. The hallway buzzed with life—laughter spilling from open doors, the scrape of furniture being dragged across tile, voices calling out names and directions. It was loud and chaotic and unmistakably new, and the sound of it sent a nervous thrill straight down his spine.
This was it. No parents hovering, no familiar routines to fall back on. University. Independence. He inhaled slowly, squared his shoulders, and reminded himself that he could do this. Then, before he could overthink it, he twisted the handle and pushed the door open.
Being a writer is wild because one minute you’re convinced you’re a genius and the next you’re googling ‘synonyms for walk’ like you’ve never used language before.
saw @miyamiwu doing this and thought it looked fun!
Rule: Put your 4 favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as options, and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe, then tag 4 people
pulling these at random:
which character am I?
Tang Lian (The Blood of Youth)
Yin Yu (Heaven Official's Blessing)
Raphael Santiago (Mortal Instruments)
Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Voting ended onOct 9, 2025
Tagging: @good-vs-evo @habizuh-studios @astrowaffles @makkisucks (no pressure to do this!)
General Audiences | silly, plotless | happy birthday makkinnnnn (@makkisucks)
“He’s not sure,” Hoshiumi sighed, defeated. “That means he knows about the feelings. He knows they’re mutual. And they’re still not together yet.”
“So, what should we do?” Romero asked, still unreasonably invested.
“Move on to project kagehina?” Hoshiumi suggested.
Smugly, Kageyama flashed them his lockscreen: a selfie of him and Hinata, cheeks squished together and hearts floating around them.
“Give up,” Hoshiumi corrected. “We’re giving up.”
OR: after realising Tendou & Ushijima's feelings for each other, Hoshiumi drags the Adlers into concocting a plan to get them together. Little do they know, ushiten have been married for years - and Tendou thinks it's hilarious to pretend they're just best friends.
“I’m just amazed you’re still friends with so many people from highschool,” Romero commented, leaning into a stretch as Kageyama held his phone in front of his teammate’s face, flicking through pictures from Karasuno’s most recent get together. “I mean, I know you’re not long out or anything, but…”
“I might not see many of my old teammates anymore, but most people I met at the Team Japan youth camp now play professionally,” Hoshiumi reasoned. “I see them every season.”
“Karasuno still call me after my matches,” said Kageyama, having given up on showing Romero and instead just looking through the pictures himself.
“Shiratorizawa still come to watch me play,” Ushijima agreed. “Even Satori, when he can.”
“Doesn’t he live in France?” Romero asked, impressed.
“Yes,” said Ushijima. “But he visits. He says he likes watching me play.”
“Does he now?” Hoshiumi waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Yes,” Ushijima repeated, clearly not getting it. “I’ll introduce you next time.”
“I’ll look forward to it,” Romero told him, and then Kageyama finally found a picture he hadn’t passed around yet, and the conversation was forgotten.
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“This is Tendou Satori,” Ushijima introduced, still sweaty and slightly out of breath from their match half an hour previously. They had only just finished their cool downs before he’d been racing off (well, the Ushijima equivalent of racing off) to fish his friend out of the crowd and bring him back to the Adlers.
“Tendou,” Kageyama greeted, because he apparently knew everyone and their cat.
“Kageyama,” Tendou returned, because there is no forgetting Kageyama once you meet him - Romero knew that only too well.
“Nice to meet you,” said Romero, even though he was already getting unnerved. Tendou had bright red hair cropped close to his head, eyes practically popping out of his head with manic energy, and a slightly terrifying grin that seemed to stretch right across his face. Still, he was clinging happily to Ushijima, jabbering on about one thing or the other while Ushijima attempted to direct him to each of the Adlers in turn. Tendou greeted each one enthusiastically before going back to talking about….what was he talking about? Romero liked to think he was getting good at Japenese, but Tendou’s rapid-fire chatter was very different to Ushijima’s measured word choice.
“What’s he talking about?” Romero whispered to Hirugami.
“Ushijima’s serves, I think,” Hirugami whispered back.
“You think?”
“He’s talking too fast for me to process properly.”
Well, at least Romero wasn’t alone in his struggle. “I’m getting too old for this.”
Hirugami fixed him with a long look. “I know the feeling, but please don’t leave me. I can’t deal with the team alone.”
Romero grinned. “You say that like I didn’t give Kageyama the idea to stick volleyballs in the gym ceiiling as set practice.”
“THAT WAS YOU?”
Oops. Maybe Captain hadn’t known about that one.
“Do I smell shenanigans?” Tendou cooed from the opposite side of the room. From anyone else it might’ve come across as a terrible pre-rehearsed line, but Tendou seriously gave the impression of a man who could physically smell shenanigans.
“No,” Hirugami assured him, clearly also thinking Tendou was a force he didn’t want to reckon with. “It’s all in the past.”
“Satori loves shenanigans,” Ushijima commented.
“Understatement,” Kageyama muttered. Tendou clearly heard him, and gave him a wild beaming smile.
“My reputation proceeds me!” He tugged (quite violently, actually) at Ushijima’s arm, which he had taken to holding as they held their procession around the room. “Did you hear that, Toshi? The great and famous setter Kageyama Tobio remembers me~”
“He greeted you first,” Ushijima reminded him.
“Remembering my name and remembering me are two different things,” Tendou said, with the air of someone giving an important lecture. Ushijima nodded like that actually was what was happening.
“You two are fucking crazy,” said Hoshiumi.
“Thank you!” said Tendou. He lifted a hand to squeeze Ushijima’s shoulder. “We’re best friends for a reason, after all!”
Romero raised an eyebrow, looking pointedly at Tendou’s hand on Ushijima’s shoulder, still squeezing. His other hand was still hanging off Ushijima’s arm, while Ushijima had his elbow stuck slightly out to allow a full grown man the size of Tendou - easily 6’1, though without the muscle mass of a professional athlete - to tuck himself into his side. They looked comfortable; domestic, to be honest. Romero felt slightly like he was looking at his parents, despite them being significantly younger than him. They were just that easy with each other.
“Are you sure?” asked Hoshiumi, always the straight-talker.
“…Are we sure we’re friends?” Tendou returned. “Yep!”
“Why would we not be?” Ushijima asked, looking puzzled.
“I mean, are you sure you’re just friends?” Hoshiumi clarified.
It was Kageyama’s turn to look puzzled. “They look like just friends to me.”
“They’re linking arms,” said Sokolov.
“Hinata does that to me all the time.”
Tendou cackled at that. “Oh, I bet he does.”
“Yeah, I just told you he does.”
“I mean, my dear Kageyama, that Hinata may be hinting at something else there,” Tendou explained. His hand had slipped off Ushijima’s shoulder and past its counterpart hooked around Ushijima’s elbow, coming to rest over Ushijima’s hand. “You should call him.”
Kageyama looked absolutely bamboozled. “I need to call him..?”
“You can do it,” said Tendou, surprisingly supportive, and then turned his manic grin on Ushijima. “Can we get crepes now?”
It wasn’t until much later that Romero realised how skilfully Tendou had dodged Hoshiumi’s interrogation.
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“They’ve GOT to know,” Hoshiumi insisted, swiping the diagram of the volleyball court to the side in order to make room for his notebook.
“That was our match plan,” said Hirugami.
“I know,” said Hoshiumi. “I’ve been here the whole time.”
“Who’s ‘got to know’ what?” asked Kageyama, staring mournfully at the incomplete starting positions. “I want to know who’s on next week.”
“You’re always on,” Romero assured him. “Don’t worry about it.”
“PAY ATTENTION,” Hoshiumi boomed.
“I have to eat my dinner before my recovery window closes,” said Ushijima.
“You are excused,” said Hoshiumi.
“So do I,” said Heiwajima.
“You stay here,” said Hoshiumi.
Ushijima gave them an odd look, but clearly the call of his chicken and rice was too strong; he sidled out of the meeting room, making sure not to hit anyone with his bag.
Hoshiumi waited for the doors to swing shut behind him. “I honestly forgot he was here, so thank god he went.”
“Why did he need to go?” asked Kageyama, reaching out for the court diagram. Hoshiumi snatched it out of his reach and stuffed it under the table.
“Focus, Kageyama,” he snapped. “We need to get Tendou and Ushijima together.”
“Oh,” Sokolov said, resurfacing from wherever he’d allowed his mind to wander during the team meeting. “I thought they were married.”
“I didn’t see any rings,” Hirugami pointed out.
“I was going off vibes.”
“We need to be more concrete than that,” Hoshiumi insisted. “They clearly like each other, and as loyal teammates-”
“Loyal teammates respect each other’s eating windows,” Heiwajima complained.
“Be quiet, Waji-san. I’m trying to help Ushijima here.”
Heiwajima crossed his arms. “This is favouristism.”
“Let’s hear him out,” Hirugami told him with a tired sigh. “Then maybe we can go home quicker.”
“Thanks, Cap!” Hoshiumi beamed. “I’m going to ignore that last bit!”
“I’m actually kinda invested,” Romero admitted.
“THANK you! We have a very limited time before Tendou goes home, so I’ll get straight to the point: we need to make them date.”
“How?” Sokolov started swinging on his chair like a middle schooler. “It’s not like we could just lock them in a closet or whatever. They’re obviously comfortable being close.”
Surreptitiously, Hoshiumi crossed somethiing out of his notebook and cleared his throat. “So uh. Anyone else have anything they’re sure won’t work?”
“Whatever it is, it’s got to be obvious,” Romero pointed out. “For them to get so close and still be friends, they’re clearly dense.”
“Just look at Kageyama,” Hirugami agreed. “He got told to his face that Hinata wanted something more and they’re still dithering.”
“We’re not dithering! I haven’t called him yet!”
“Dear, sweet Jesus. I do not deserve this.”
“We’ll get on to Kageyama later,” Hoshiumi assured them. “One at a time, y’know?”
“How about we don’t,” Hirugami suggested. “How about we leave everyone to sort everything by themselves?”
“That’s boring,” said Kageyama, clearly now feeling assured they would not get to him.
“That’s boring,” Romero agreed, because he wasn’t going to leave Kageyama hanging after putting his life on the line like that.
“Traitor,” Hirugami hissed at him. Romero shrugged; he hadn’t sworn an oath of loyalty or anything.
The door swung back open. “I forgot my other bag,” Ushijima explained. “Forgive my intrusion.”
The bag was hurriedly passed along the row of athletes. Ushijima receieved it with a grateful bow and left again.
Hoshiumi turned back to the meeting, a little ashen. “Do you think he heard any of that?”
“I don’t think he cares,” said Kageyama.
Hirugami used the heel of his palm to scrub at his eyes. “That is the truest thing you’ve said all day.”
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“They’re trying to get us together,” Ushijima told Tendou, beginning to chop the spring onions.
“I know,” said Tendou. “Why do you think I told them we were best friends?”
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“No Tendou today?” Hoshiumi asked surreptitiously, using his forearm to wipe sweat from his hairline.
“Satori is busy at…his Japan office today,” Ushijima replied, checking his phone.
“Did you just check his location? Do you share your locations??”
“Should we not?”
“I share my location with Shoyo,” Kageyama interrupted.
“Oh, it’s Shoyo now, is it?” Romero teased.
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“They’re taking a very long time to put anything together,” Ushijima observed.
“That’s because you people only think about volleyball.”
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“Are these from Tendou?” Heiwajima probed.
“Yes,” said Ushijima. “Do you not want one?”
Heiwajima shoved his hand into the bag and came out with a handful of chocolates. “I will be having…” he quickly counted how many he was holding. “Six. Thanks, Ushijima.”
“Is he still in Japan?” asked Hoshiumi, gracefully (for once) only taking one from the bag he was offered.
“For a few more weeks,” Ushijima nodded, turning to offer the chocolate to Hirugami. “Captain?”
“Thanks,” said Hirugami, though his face was saying he needed alcohol more than a sweet. Hoshiumi had begun to whisper furiously to Kageyama, who had to bend down slightly. Hirugami watched them with tired eyes. “Do you ever feel like retiring, Ushijima?”
“No,” said Ushijima.
“I thought not.”
“Does Tendou want to come to our team night out on Saturday?” Hoshiumi asked.
“I will ask him.”
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“Of COURSE I want to go! This is gonna be so much fun!”
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The izakaya was hot and sticky, and not at all in a good way. The air felt heavy, and the Adler’s elbows were getting stuck to the table as they tried to lean forwards to hear each other.
Tendou, of course, didn’t need anyone to lean closer; whatever they couldn’t physically hear (which wasn’t much, that guy was loud), they could gather from his wild gestures, or even read his lips - he was potentially the only person on earth to genuinely use his whole mouth to talk. He also tended to repeat whatever Ushijima said.
“Does he know we can hear Ushijima too?” Kageyama asked, which was true; Ushijima talked simply and clearly but by no means quietly. He was confident in what he had to say.
“I think he just wants us all to know what his precious Wakatoshi is saying,” Hoshiumi grinned. “’Oh, Toshi, you’re so funny! Hee hee hee!’ and he’s talking about muscle groups.”
“Ahh, young love,” said Romero.
“DID YOU HEAR THAT?” Tendou yelled over the music and chatter. “TOSHI SAYS HE’S STARTING A GARDEN NEXT YEAR!”
“How does he find the time?” Hirugami asked, sounding genuinely intrigued.
“I stick to my schedule,” Ushijima told him.
“HE STICKS TO HIS-”
“WE CAN HEAR HIM!” Hoshiumi screamed. “GET A ROOM!” he added, watching Tendou’s hand creep slowly along Ushijima’s arm.
“We are in a room,” said Ushijima.
Hoshiumi tried to hit his head off the table; he got all the way down, only for his forehead to get stuck to the beer-soaked wood.
“Time to go home,” said Hirugami, prising Hoshiumi off.
“Someone tell Ushijima to take Tendou home,” Hoshiumi said.
“WE HAVE THE SAME HOME,” Tendou laughed. “BUT THANKS.”
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“That was a very on-the-nose thing to say, Satori.”
“Aw, we gotta give them something to work with, don’t we?”
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“If they live together while Tendou’s in Japan, surely their feelings must have come out by now,” Sokolov reasoned, doodling idly.
“They’ve known each other a long time, they must have a routine that makes it easy to stay friends,” Hoshiumi disagreed. “Or! Maybe asking Tendou to move in was a confession that Tendou didn’t notice!”
“I can believe that,” Romero nodded. “Ushijima isn’t exactly expressive.”
“I dunno, I always know what he means,” said Kageyama.
“Be quiet, Kageyama,” Hoshiumi huffed. “You’re as bad as him.”
“Neither of us are bad!”
“Maybe we should ask them,” Sokolov suggested.
“Hey, Ushijima! Are you and Tendou together?” Heiwajima called.
Ushijima looked up from his own notebook. “I am not sure.”
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“That’s hilarious!” Tendou cackled.
“I didn’t know if we were revealing it,” Ushijima explained as Tendou swung his feet up into his lap.
“I think you gave them the best answer,” Tendou assured him. “But for the future- well, you can say whatever you want. I don’t mind!”
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“He’s not sure,” Hoshiumi sighed, defeated. “That means he knows about the feelings. He knows they’re mutual. And they’re still not together yet.”
“So, what should we do?” Romero asked, still unreasonably invested.
“Move on to project kagehina?” Hoshiumi suggested.
Smugly, Kageyama flashed them his lockscreen: a selfie of him and Hinata, cheeks squished together and hearts floating around them.
“Give up,” Hoshiumi corrected. “We’re giving up.”
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“Woah,” said Tendou. “Those are some weak-willed teammates.”
Ushijima absent-mindedly rubbed Tendou’s close-cropped hair. “I think they are just dense.”
Tendou snorted. “You’d sure know about that, wouldn’t you?” He leaned into Ushijima’s hand. “They’re not as cute about it as you are, either.”
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“Am I hallucinating?” Hoshiumi demanded, shoving card into Kageyama’s face. “Did you get this too?”
“The invitation to their anniversary dinner? Yeah.”
“TOLD you they were married,” said Sokolov, triumphantly.
“You might’ve said it, but you didn’t believe it,” Hoshiumi sniffed. “And you-” he rounded on Ushijima “-you said you didn’t know!”
“I was not sure if we were hiding it,” said Ushijima. “Would you like a chocolate?”
“I feel very betrayed and hurt,” Hoshiumi told him. “I am offended, and I am heartbroken, and I feel slightly ridiculous for not noticing earlier, and- yes, I would like a chocolate, please.”
The next day, the five of them were sitting at the table, coming up with a game plan. Andrew and Aaron looked worse for wear. Neil wished he knew how to help instead of simply knowing it wasn’t going to get any easier.
“So, what happened to Riko?” Neil said, leaning back in his chair. He’d been wondering it since after the chaos had died down and he processed his emotions with Bee’s death.
“Who cares?” Aaron muttered. Kevin, the only one of them who could eat right now, nodded in agreement around his mouthful of Chex cereal. It looked casual—Kevin chewing slowly, shoulders squared like he was unaffected—but Neil caught the way Kevin’s eyes lingered on the table for a beat too long, the way his jaw tightened like the motion of eating was more deliberate than natural.
explicit | andreil | 4.5k | prompt: trans character
Neil's phone buzzed once on the nightstand. He didn’t expect anything besides some notification from a game Nicky downloaded on his phone, but he flipped his phone over anyways.
Andrew’s name was the first thing he saw, a simple message in a simple notification bubble.
From: Andrew
late night drive
Sent at 12:46 a.m..
No punctuation. No preamble. Just like him.
