𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: choso x reader | w.c: 846 | no content warnings, sfw | reposted from my old account 🤍 this is a very small silly piece, but i still hope you enjoy! | please do not save or use my banners!
“if you go, i go.”
choso kamo doesn’t know why he even agreed to this whole thing.
“… okay?”
but it seems he has a habit of just agreeing to things without really thinking much about it.
especially whenever it concerns you.
he peers over the edge of the pier. the harbor stretches out over a deep blue sea that looks borderline bruised. the wind curls over choso’s ears, ruffling his hair into a bushy mess. yuji, megumi, and nobara’s heads are bobbing about in the water like little ducks, and they’re not even looking up at the two of you anymore. it was them who had decided in the first place that you all needed a well-deserved trip, and that the irish coast was the best place for just that. they’d dreamed of cozy little cottages with a giant fireplace and wholesome stews for dinner every night.
so choso had to come along.
to watch over yuji, of course.
there’s plenty of other people on the pier too, both locals and tourists. kids in wetsuits and teenagers pushing each other into the depths, and brave adults whooping and squealing as they jumped into the freezing sea, because apparently this was summertime. and even though choso knows that the jump isn’t that steep, he still watches every person disappear beneath the surface, and it sure looks like a very long, long way down.
choso gulps.
he’s not afraid. well, maybe a little bit. choso never was a big fan of the cold. to him, it was something he endured, not jumped willingly into. and that sea, with its waves breaking against the rocks, made the hairs on his neck stand straight up.
“you don’t have to, you know?”
but you’re already barefoot. your puffer jacket already peeled off and neatly tucked away beneath your backpack. he can see the goosebumps across your bare arms, the way your hands are rubbing your forearms for warmth. you’ve got a determined glint in your eyes, and choso already knows you’d be going in without him.
there was no way that was happening without him.
choso immediately pulls his shirt over his head.
“no, i said i would.”
the wind slaps him meanly for his bravery. it cuts right through him, sharp like an ice shard. he feels your gaze flicking towards him, and then away again, like perhaps you hadn’t expected him to actually come through.
“on three?” you ask, an excited tremble in your voice.
he nods, puffing out his chest.
you count.
“one… two…”
choso’s fingers twitch towards yours.
“three!”
you both jump.
the sea devours you both. it’s freezing, cruel and instantaneous. he feels like the air in his lungs have been punched out of him through his stomach. when choso surfaces, he’s sputtering salt and water, gasping for breath as his eyes are stinging from the seawater. he searches desperately for you.
“holy shit!”
choso blinks rapidly. you’re kicking your legs furiously beside him, your mouth twisted in a grimace, and he thinks you might be in pain.
but then you’re laughing.
“what the– it’s so cold!”
choso spits water out from his mouth, his voice croaky as he chokes out, “you think?”
your teeth are chattering as you splash and paddle your way towards the ladder to climb back out, but you’re still laughing. you’re soaking wet, and there’s that beautiful, wild twinkle in your eyes that choso fell in love with before he even knew what it was he was feeling. and in a split-second he feels it all over again at once.
this was worth it.
you’re already halfway back up the ladder by the time he decides to swim after you, scrambling up like a slippery eel. the wind drags itself like razor blades on his wet skin when he emerges, his blood pumping hard and fast through his veins to fight the cold. you’ve wrapped yourself in a fluffy pink towel by the time choso gets back to you, the wood beneath your feet darkening the more it gets soaked.
“we’re idiots,” you giggle breathlessly, your teeth clattering together.
choso shrugs, trembling. “you said if i go, you go.”
you beam at him.
and then you’re opening your towel wider and pulling him in.
it isn’t big enough for the both of you, but you try anyway. your hands finds choso’s bare shoulders, your forehead clumsily bumping into his chest, and he instinctively wraps his arms around you, clinging to you and the marshmallow pink fluff around you. you’re both shivering like crazy, but all choso can think of is how sweet you smell, like summer, and how this whole situation is just so comically ridiculous.
but you don’t let go.
and neither does he.
“thank you,” you whisper into him.
choso doesn’t really know what it is you’re thanking him for, but he doesn’t need to. he just thinks about you and your eyes, the feeling of your arms around him, and what he would do if you asked him to jump in with you again.
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: choso x reader | w.c: 846 | no content warnings, sfw | reposted from my old account 🤍 this is a very small silly piece, but i still hope you enjoy! | please do not save or use my banners!
“if you go, i go.”
choso kamo doesn’t know why he even agreed to this whole thing.
“… okay?”
but it seems he has a habit of just agreeing to things without really thinking much about it.
especially whenever it concerns you.
he peers over the edge of the pier. the harbor stretches out over a deep blue sea that looks borderline bruised. the wind curls over choso’s ears, ruffling his hair into a bushy mess. yuji, megumi, and nobara’s heads are bobbing about in the water like little ducks, and they’re not even looking up at the two of you anymore. it was them who had decided in the first place that you all needed a well-deserved trip, and that the irish coast was the best place for just that. they’d dreamed of cozy little cottages with a giant fireplace and wholesome stews for dinner every night.
so choso had to come along.
to watch over yuji, of course.
there’s plenty of other people on the pier too, both locals and tourists. kids in wetsuits and teenagers pushing each other into the depths, and brave adults whooping and squealing as they jumped into the freezing sea, because apparently this was summertime. and even though choso knows that the jump isn’t that steep, he still watches every person disappear beneath the surface, and it sure looks like a very long, long way down.
choso gulps.
he’s not afraid. well, maybe a little bit. choso never was a big fan of the cold. to him, it was something he endured, not jumped willingly into. and that sea, with its waves breaking against the rocks, made the hairs on his neck stand straight up.
“you don’t have to, you know?”
but you’re already barefoot. your puffer jacket already peeled off and neatly tucked away beneath your backpack. he can see the goosebumps across your bare arms, the way your hands are rubbing your forearms for warmth. you’ve got a determined glint in your eyes, and choso already knows you’d be going in without him.
there was no way that was happening without him.
choso immediately pulls his shirt over his head.
“no, i said i would.”
the wind slaps him meanly for his bravery. it cuts right through him, sharp like an ice shard. he feels your gaze flicking towards him, and then away again, like perhaps you hadn’t expected him to actually come through.
“on three?” you ask, an excited tremble in your voice.
he nods, puffing out his chest.
you count.
“one… two…”
choso’s fingers twitch towards yours.
“three!”
you both jump.
the sea devours you both. it’s freezing, cruel and instantaneous. he feels like the air in his lungs have been punched out of him through his stomach. when choso surfaces, he’s sputtering salt and water, gasping for breath as his eyes are stinging from the seawater. he searches desperately for you.
“holy shit!”
choso blinks rapidly. you’re kicking your legs furiously beside him, your mouth twisted in a grimace, and he thinks you might be in pain.
but then you’re laughing.
“what the– it’s so cold!”
choso spits water out from his mouth, his voice croaky as he chokes out, “you think?”
your teeth are chattering as you splash and paddle your way towards the ladder to climb back out, but you’re still laughing. you’re soaking wet, and there’s that beautiful, wild twinkle in your eyes that choso fell in love with before he even knew what it was he was feeling. and in a split-second he feels it all over again at once.
this was worth it.
you’re already halfway back up the ladder by the time he decides to swim after you, scrambling up like a slippery eel. the wind drags itself like razor blades on his wet skin when he emerges, his blood pumping hard and fast through his veins to fight the cold. you’ve wrapped yourself in a fluffy pink towel by the time choso gets back to you, the wood beneath your feet darkening the more it gets soaked.
“we’re idiots,” you giggle breathlessly, your teeth clattering together.
choso shrugs, trembling. “you said if i go, you go.”
you beam at him.
and then you’re opening your towel wider and pulling him in.
it isn’t big enough for the both of you, but you try anyway. your hands finds choso’s bare shoulders, your forehead clumsily bumping into his chest, and he instinctively wraps his arms around you, clinging to you and the marshmallow pink fluff around you. you’re both shivering like crazy, but all choso can think of is how sweet you smell, like summer, and how this whole situation is just so comically ridiculous.
but you don’t let go.
and neither does he.
“thank you,” you whisper into him.
choso doesn’t really know what it is you’re thanking him for, but he doesn’t need to. he just thinks about you and your eyes, the feeling of your arms around him, and what he would do if you asked him to jump in with you again.
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: choso x reader | w.c: 846 | no content warnings, sfw | reposted from my old account 🤍 this is a very small silly piece, but i still hope you enjoy! | please do not save or use my banners!
“if you go, i go.”
choso kamo doesn’t know why he even agreed to this whole thing.
“… okay?”
but it seems he has a habit of just agreeing to things without really thinking much about it.
especially whenever it concerns you.
he peers over the edge of the pier. the harbor stretches out over a deep blue sea that looks borderline bruised. the wind curls over choso’s ears, ruffling his hair into a bushy mess. yuji, megumi, and nobara’s heads are bobbing about in the water like little ducks, and they’re not even looking up at the two of you anymore. it was them who had decided in the first place that you all needed a well-deserved trip, and that the irish coast was the best place for just that. they’d dreamed of cozy little cottages with a giant fireplace and wholesome stews for dinner every night.
so choso had to come along.
to watch over yuji, of course.
there’s plenty of other people on the pier too, both locals and tourists. kids in wetsuits and teenagers pushing each other into the depths, and brave adults whooping and squealing as they jumped into the freezing sea, because apparently this was summertime. and even though choso knows that the jump isn’t that steep, he still watches every person disappear beneath the surface, and it sure looks like a very long, long way down.
choso gulps.
he’s not afraid. well, maybe a little bit. choso never was a big fan of the cold. to him, it was something he endured, not jumped willingly into. and that sea, with its waves breaking against the rocks, made the hairs on his neck stand straight up.
“you don’t have to, you know?”
but you’re already barefoot. your puffer jacket already peeled off and neatly tucked away beneath your backpack. he can see the goosebumps across your bare arms, the way your hands are rubbing your forearms for warmth. you’ve got a determined glint in your eyes, and choso already knows you’d be going in without him.
there was no way that was happening without him.
choso immediately pulls his shirt over his head.
“no, i said i would.”
the wind slaps him meanly for his bravery. it cuts right through him, sharp like an ice shard. he feels your gaze flicking towards him, and then away again, like perhaps you hadn’t expected him to actually come through.
“on three?” you ask, an excited tremble in your voice.
he nods, puffing out his chest.
you count.
“one… two…”
choso’s fingers twitch towards yours.
“three!”
you both jump.
the sea devours you both. it’s freezing, cruel and instantaneous. he feels like the air in his lungs have been punched out of him through his stomach. when choso surfaces, he’s sputtering salt and water, gasping for breath as his eyes are stinging from the seawater. he searches desperately for you.
“holy shit!”
choso blinks rapidly. you’re kicking your legs furiously beside him, your mouth twisted in a grimace, and he thinks you might be in pain.
but then you’re laughing.
“what the– it’s so cold!”
choso spits water out from his mouth, his voice croaky as he chokes out, “you think?”
your teeth are chattering as you splash and paddle your way towards the ladder to climb back out, but you’re still laughing. you’re soaking wet, and there’s that beautiful, wild twinkle in your eyes that choso fell in love with before he even knew what it was he was feeling. and in a split-second he feels it all over again at once.
this was worth it.
you’re already halfway back up the ladder by the time he decides to swim after you, scrambling up like a slippery eel. the wind drags itself like razor blades on his wet skin when he emerges, his blood pumping hard and fast through his veins to fight the cold. you’ve wrapped yourself in a fluffy pink towel by the time choso gets back to you, the wood beneath your feet darkening the more it gets soaked.
“we’re idiots,” you giggle breathlessly, your teeth clattering together.
choso shrugs, trembling. “you said if i go, you go.”
you beam at him.
and then you’re opening your towel wider and pulling him in.
it isn’t big enough for the both of you, but you try anyway. your hands finds choso’s bare shoulders, your forehead clumsily bumping into his chest, and he instinctively wraps his arms around you, clinging to you and the marshmallow pink fluff around you. you’re both shivering like crazy, but all choso can think of is how sweet you smell, like summer, and how this whole situation is just so comically ridiculous.
but you don’t let go.
and neither does he.
“thank you,” you whisper into him.
choso doesn’t really know what it is you’re thanking him for, but he doesn’t need to. he just thinks about you and your eyes, the feeling of your arms around him, and what he would do if you asked him to jump in with you again.
𓂃⋆.˚𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓: a little moment held between two people, the stars and the universe.
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: astronaut!suguru x astronaut!reader | 1.2k | no content warnings, sfw | reposted from my old account 🤍 hope you enjoy! | please do not save or use my banners!
there is always only a few inches between you and certain death.
the thought is cruel in its simplicity.
it keeps you up during a night that isn’t really a night, but you know you should be sleeping anyway. you press up against the thick glass, feel its cold and unfeeling protectiveness on your fingertips, marveling at how you will never be so close as you are now to touching everything and nothing all at once.
your forehead dips in a hushed reverence, and you are quiet in your vigil of the universe that birthed you.
and astronaut!suguru is there too.
you can feel him before you see him.
it is something in the way that he moves, splicing through weightlessness like had been born within it. suguru is something otherworldly. you feel like he was never from the same earth you were. more like somewhere deep into the galaxy stretching out beyond your fingers, in between a supernova, amidst in a milky ocean of lavender stars.
you don’t say anything as he drifts closer, and neither does he.
there is no need to.
out of all your crew, you and suguru are the quietest by nature. you both understood the fragility of a fleeting silence. it is very hard to find true silence, because there is your mother earth who floats beneath your feet, who yearns for you to come home. and even though her screams are silenced because you have traveled so far into the vacuum of space that you cannot hope to ever hear her, it still reverberates through your bones. it reminds you that you are in fact still human, and not a weightless being unaware of its own existence. so, to be able to achieve something that dulls that constant hum in the back of your mind was precious.
you know suguru understands it.
he is next to you now.
it was a mystery to you as to why he was not the captain on this mission.
not that astronaut!satoru didn’t deserve it, he did. he was the best of them all, the strongest. but it was suguru who could look at a person and just know them. the way he could map the constellations in their moles and scars, see every strand of hair that held every memory and thought and feeling. everybody on board gravitated to him, seeking solace in him when the sheer emptiness of space became too much.
because suguru feels like home.
like your mother earth.
to you, at least.
so, you don’t mind the fact that he is in your space right now, because he always knew how to share things. always softly, spiritually. you both watch the vast expanse of space rolling out before your eyes. his hand shifts almost imperceptibly closer to yours. you like to think you can feel its warmth seeping into yours.
it is such a small gesture.
but it grounds you.
makes you remember that you are solid and whole. it is easy to forget who you are and what you are so far away from earth. even if you can still see the swirling clouds and typhoons from your ship, or watch the sun rise and dip behind her curves. countries and borders do not mean anything to you here. in a way, time doesn’t either. it is an elastic band, stretching at the start of a cycle, slacking towards the end. minutes feel like hours, and seconds collapse into a single heartbeat. the stars do not tell you anything either. they have burned through the rise and fall of the ancients, and will continue to long after your mission is over.
a blink of the cosmic eye of the universe.
inhale, exhale.
in, and… out.
suguru’s breathing has synchronized with yours. another perfectly human rhythm with its own life that is different to anything else aboard. you don’t know if he does it on purpose or not. you don’t understand him as much as you wanted to. suguru is so different to satoru, who bounces off the walls with a restless energy during their downtime like he just cannot stop moving. satoru consumes the space, filling it out with blues and reds and purples, but suguru seeks the edges. the leftover spaces that are still black and white.
you guess that is how he exists so perfectly with satoru.
maybe that is where he finds you too.
you turn your head slightly, catching his profile. his violet eyes are fixed on something beyond the scope of your comprehension. you’ve seen that look on suguru before. it’s the same look he gets when he’s studying the ships data, or calculating course correction. absolute attention, clinical focus.
and he’s looking at you now.
something in his expression makes your breath catch in your throat.
what does he see about you that you cannot? can he see your blood vessels weakening, your bones becoming soft and brittle as the space that you love is in fact killing you faster? does he also notice that your face has started to swell, and that you cannot think as fast as you used to? you try to swallow against the lump in your throat, but the air is too dry, your tongue far too heavy.
suguru notices.
of course he does.
he softens his gaze, and murmurs, “you’re not sleeping.”
you laugh, a cracked and broken little thing.
“neither are you.”
the words become particles that drift off into the air vents, lost and recycled inside the ship’s steady hum. you let the silence settle between you again so that it feels less like drowning and more like floating. suguru must have been watching you for days, logging your changes into the catalogue in his brain. you used to think he’d been trained for this, how to mould himself to be what other people needed him to be.
but you know it’s just him.
your hand stays where it is on the rail, but his moves closer so that your thumbs are just about to touch. there is no pressure for you to close the gap, there never is. it is an invitation between two people who have said what they needed to without words, who have always known it.
you let your eyes flutter close.
a quiet surrender.
“is it selfish of me to still love it?”
it.
being here — in this place. is it selfish to love the universe, to continue to hover between the stars that are killing you?
suguru doesn’t miss a beat.
“no.”
he would never call it selfish. suguru understands that some things are worth the cost. something like a martyr does. for the first time in days, the glass doesn’t feel so cold under your fingers. you open your eyes, drawn to him like a magnet. suguru doesn’t look away. he is holding the weight of this vastness with you, steady and sure, still breathing alongside you like you are tethered together. if you so happen to drift, if you break your vigil, suguru will be there.
holding it for you both.
the station hums around you, a fragile and artificial cradle in a universe that does not care if you live or die.
i really love the way i can just hand mydei things and he will automatically just know to open them for me… a package or box, crisp packet or a jar of something, literally anything!!!
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got inspired by those polls where you choose who prev reminds you of,, here's mine but based on irl stuff I've seen/bought/made this year or just have around the house :3
What does prev remind you of?🧋
Jar of heart-shaped pickle slices
Super duper wet magpie
A spoon of steamed egg that is shaped into a face of a screaming hamster
Chewy strawberry syrup
Two lesbian princess figures from London (2016) who want to hold hands but can't
Acoustic guitar with a huge dent on the wood
Aggressive duck with a pom-pom tuff on top of their head
Clay measuring spoons that are shaped like colourful flowers
Glazed cake that had mixed banana bread and lemon cake mix due to too much milk
snowghoul
origamiaround
amandla
tangentwithtanner
turnnoffyourmind
gummygunk
