king of nothing

ｏｉｋａｗａ ｔｏｏｒｕ 21 | unfated | bellona college affiliated with the red thread group.

[weiweipon-deactivated20180411]

the first time oikawa tried 2 cook 4 iwa

hc that oikawa isnt exactly a good cook so when they live together iwas usually the one who cooks for the two of them while oikawas in charge of the dishes

EXTRA:

[oikws]

IS THIS NOT OIKAWA

[rexxmagnus]

"I like when you smile."

“Why, thank you! Who doesn’t like when I, the charming Oikawa, smiles?” 

[rexxmagnus]

“That was rude.”

“Well, it’s not my fault I’m so good looking that she completely ignored you for me!”

[roleplaysituationsandstuff]

Send one for my muse’s reaction.

[rexxmagnus]

“I adore you.”

“You are adorable.”

“I’ll protect you with my life.”

“I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me.”

“A storm is coming.”

“You are cute but we’re not going to be a thing.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Give me a sign!”

“I want to be your friend.”

“I need you.”

“I hate you!”

“Get over it.”

“That was rude.”

“I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?”

“You are my enemy.”

“I like when you smile.”

[inboxideas]

Go anon and pretend to be my character's child,

➤ BUT HERE’s the CATCH! :

Try to incorporate in it a fact/reference to the other parent (without saying their name/URL/ship).

I’ll answer the anon and then also try to guess the ship, or say which one I think the child would belong best from.

[freedomseekingflame]

PLEASE

[mizuiruka-blog]

disturbances ;; haruka&oikawa

rexxmagnus

[mizuiruka-blog]

Papers strewn across the small secondhand dining room table he owned, Haru was busy at work, trying to complete a couple of assignments for his class at Bellona College. Even if his motivation was pretty low in general for learning new things, this was a class he could at least be slightly intrigued in, and he didn’t want to fail, either, which meant actually finishing his homework and turning it in.

Due to his low concentration levels, about almost anything could distract him from his work, not to mention a very loud banging noise coming from next door. He paused for a moment, senses sharp as he realized that it was probably just the neighbour causing a ruckus. However, another bang brought it to his attention that he couldn’t possibly work under this circumstance.

Which meant he would have to go ask this person to stop being such a disturbance. Haru made the short trek over to his neighbour’s door, and knocking, deciding what to say.

[rexxmagnus]

It couldn’t be too hard, right? Cooking wasn’t rocket science after all, so anyone should be able to do it. Keyword: should. Oikawa never really did pick up on cooking; never tried watching his mom or sister cook whenever they did, and now he sort of regretted that because neither of them was here. Not even Iwa-chan was here! Iwa-chan could cook—he’s witnessed that with his own eyes before! If only he had his best friend here to aid him in his time of need, he would not be facing this problem. But, because he made the decision to come out here all on his own, he must suffer the consequences. And consequences being to figure out how to eat more than just take out or instant noodles, which is all Oikawa has been dining on for the past few weeks.

And quite frankly, he’s had enough. So, he made a little visit to the market down the street, picked up a few ingredients for the curry he intended on making, and set to work. At first, it was easy—all he had to do was follow the instructions on the pack, which was basically fool-proof.

Or, at least, it was supposed to be. But somewhere along the way, Oikawa managed to add too much or too little of something, or he put the stove on too high or something and all of a sudden it just sorta exploded. And this resulted in a screech from Oikawa, who jumped back by surprise and ended up tripping over a stray object, falling, and screaming again.

Basically, it was all a disaster and his kitchen was kind of covered in a nice red curry sauce. Everything was just a mess and Oikawa couldn’t think of a way this could get any worse, but just then there came a knock from the door and it made him jump up from his spot where he’d crouched on the ground in shame for his culinary incompetence. Was this his landlord here to yell at him and demand he get out on the streets for ruining the property? He didn’t know, and he considered ignoring it, but he found himself slowly inching up to the door.

When finally he gathered the nerve, he opened the door to reveal a very unfamiliar face. “Uhhh… Can I help you?” He asked, attempting to be casual and pretend as though there wasn’t a disaster in his kitchen and his shirt (and visible skin) wasn’t covered in exploded food.  

[dns07]

“I hope… They go for broke.”

[kunsel]