#coralsolstice

[strangehunger]

ironically, i never shut up 🤐

[strangehunger]

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[gettoux]

No 14 and 16 for the ask meme :)

14. hm, none, but i'm always reading “IT” (stephen king) is my fav ♥ 

16. omg, this is hard... I think is naruto and ao no exorcist (in the moment)... but I love kuroshitsuji, shingeki no kyojin, saint seiya, kimetsu no yaiba and free! haha

thanks for asking ♥ 

[astralysis]

coralsolstice replied to your post “First day of school and I already have to take notes, prepare for a...”

Hang in there!! Was it very hot? Or cold??

I'm trying lol. It doesn't help that I have a crappy schedule where I hate to walk across the school five freaking times and I have gym at 6 in the morning. T.T

It's really hot here, 35 degrees Celsius and it's literally hell on earth.

(btw, i love your new background! It makes me crave cupcakes. ^.^)

[sugaawaras]

Based on this post, this is some unapologetic iwaoi hammock fluff for my dear friend cookie, who spends too much time studying and not enough reading fluff. 

Cookie, I hope you get a chance to read this, and I hope all of you enjoy reading it  ♥

If you really turned the heat up on Hajime and asked him, he supposed Oikawa was pretty cute.

It’s not something he would admit while irritably thumbing through the thousands of snapchats Oikawa sent him on a daily basis, or while dragging a preening Oikawa away from his horde of fans at lunchtime. That side of Oikawa could only be accurately described as annoying; the fake smiles and peace signs, the perfect swoosh of his hair, the pretty face he plastered on for the people he couldn’t stand or just couldn’t care less about, those were all the aspects of his best friend that Hajime, quite frankly, found tiring. For the people who could only grasp at Oikawa like hands slipping through water, it was enough, probably, to see the flash of his white teeth in a bright smile, even if it was fake, but Hajime knew better.

Oikawa was cute in the unguarded moments when he tugged up the hem of his jersey to wipe the sweat from his forehead after a game, or when idly chewing at the end of his pencil, so stuck on a math problem that his surroundings were completely forgotten. He was cute when he stepped out of the shower, a fluffy towel thrown around his waist and wet hair plastered to his forehead, or when he was laughing hard enough to spit out a mouthful of water, howling with glee in those special moments that Hajime was able to coax out of him. In the years of friendship that spread out behind them, there were hundreds of cute Oikawa moments, and not a single one of them was deliberate.

Oikawa was even cute, Hajime discovered, when drool was pooling beneath his chin, his long, gangly body flopped over on top of Hajime’s. The hammock in the Oikawas’ yard had been a long-suffering, permanent fixture in Hajime’s life for years, since he and Oikawa had “helped” hang it in elementary school to the many times that the two of them had somehow broken it over years of squabbles. The thing had been broken and replaced a handful of times, usually when they were each scrambling to get to it first, because, of course, “Only one of us can fit, Iwa-chan!”

What wasn’t big enough for pre-teens definitely wasn’t large enough for two adult-sized teenagers, but that hadn’t stopped Oikawa; he had taken one look where Hajime, the victor of that sunny day, lay on the hammock in triumph, before unceremoniously flopping forward onto the hammock, best friend and all.

It was too hot for that, the hammock wasn’t made for both of them; those were the arguments that Hajime clung to for a few minutes, trying to force his octopus-like best friend off of the hammock and onto the grass, but Oikawa hadn’t taken that for an answer. Less than ten minutes later, lulled by the warm summer air and the steady rocking of the hammock, and Oikawa waspassed clean out, a bony elbow jammed into Hajime’s side, a head full of soft hair tucked against his neck, an arm thrown carelessly across his torso, and a growing pool of drool dripping onto his T-shirt.

Overall uncomfortable from the additional body heat and the damp of summer sweat, Hajime spent a good minute glaring down at the sleeping form on top of him. Despite the inconvenience that he was heaping on his best friend (or, who knew, maybe because of it), Oikawa slept like a baby; his long eyelashes pressed against his pale cheek, his brown hair tickling Hajime’s chin, he almost looked like a doll (a rude, tall doll, but a doll nonetheless). He didn’t thrash about or roll around, just wound one arm tighter around Hajime and snored lightly. For as long as Hajime could remember, Oikawa had always been a peaceful sleeper.

Heaving out a soft sigh, Hajime awkwardly lowered one foot to the ground. With a push, he began to rock the hammock gently, careful not to jostle or wake Oikawa as he set an even, soothing pace. He probably wouldn’t be getting any sleep, but one of them might as well.

He stayed like that for a while, swaying the hammock back and forth with one foot as he alternated between staring up at the trees and staring at the way the light, fragmented through the leaves, spilled across Oikawa’s face. He was interrupted once by Oikawa’s sister, bursting through the backyard with shopping bags in hand and "Tooru, you wouldn’t believe-” on her lips, but she quieted when she saw the two of them, Hajime lifting a finger to his mouth to shh her. With a sly grin, she went  slinking back inside, closing the backdoor so gently that Hajime couldn’t hear it. The entire Oikawa family always did have a habit of babying their youngest, and somewhere along the line, Hajime had joined them.

With the familiar weight of his best friend sprawled on top of him and the easy, swinging motion of the hammock, Hajime soon found himself lulled to sleep as well, the timing of his breath syncing up to Oikawa’s.

(He woke up two hours later, on the ground; Oikawa was a peaceful sleeper but that didn’t necessarily mean he was peaceful waking up. The hammock went swinging, Hajime hit the ground, a few seconds later a sleepy Oikawa came sticking his head out over the edge, asking blearily, “Iwa-chan, what are you doing down there?”

His hair was mussed from sleep, and there was a patch of dried spit at the corner of his mouth. Hajime grimaced.

Oikawa Tooru really was pretty cute.

The picture of the two of them that his older sister had snapped, however, was not so cute, and Hajime went home that evening with red cheeks and a new cell-phone background.)

I hope everyone enjoyed it! It really was just gratuitous fluff without any semblance of plot, haha, but I hope that it at least made you smile a little bit (and especially you, cookie ♥)

[strangehunger]

coralsolstice replied to your post: you watch haikyuu??

*cackles in the background*

You know how deep this rabbit hole goes

[twentyfourbanana]

dino nerd tsukki is life

Yes, yes he is :’) hey did you send me this because you saw my tags in that post I reblogged about fandoms and bread haha?

[astralysis]

hello! How're you doing? Just wanted to say hi. :D

Hey! 

I’m doing fine thank you very much. I just got back home from school, currently procrastinating on studying for a big history test tomorrow. I can’t wait for the week to be over. ;c; 

Anyway, thank you for asking! Hope you have a great day! :))))