#courtscaptor

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❤ starting the day the nanarins way ❤  picrew

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 @courtscaptor​ here x

The excuse she gave for not dressing for the wind was one he had no reply for, especially seeing Nana in his jacket. The sight took words right out his mouth. It swamped her, only making him realise the difference in their size. But if she didn’t look so cute in it, Teppei might just have laughed. 

“I can’t leave you now or I’ll never get my jacket back” he chuckled and watched as he covered arm came up behind him. “I’m okay, I’m like a walking heater anyway”. 

“The worst thing you need is to get a cold just before the new season starts” Teppei coached, tucking his hands into his front pockets, happy to be walking a young lady home safe and sound”. 

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Mizuki takes off her headphones and glances up from her phone, which she’s been staring at for the past 4 minutes or so. “Nana-chan!” she shouts, whipping her head in the other girl’s direction. “I need you to watch this video! It’s fucking life-changing.”

[starboomsaaaaaaaaaaaa]

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“ spring is such a fucking tease because it’ll be cold in the morning but then hot during the day or ??? kinda warm but it’s HELLA WINDY so then i’m cold ? like what the fuck wind ! PICK. A. MOOD. ”

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“That’s just cheating! That’s not strategy! That’s cheating!” (this could either be Very Serious or he's literally just, like. beating her at a video game. pick ur poison dskghklsdh)

From this meme

A soft noise that’s somewhere between a hiss and sigh falls from his lips before he stops in his tracks. Hara knows that as much as a dumbass Nana is (not that he has a problem with that), that there’s nothing he can say or do to get her to drop the subject. She’s too stubborn for that.

And if that’s the case, he might as well have some fun with this.

So he turns around to look at Nana and grins, his smile all the brighter under the yellowish glow of the streetlights. “What do you mean, Koizumi-chan?” he asks, gazing at her with a look of angelic innocence. “The refs never called a foul.”

A period of silence falls between them as Hara takes a moment to fish a piece of gum out of the back pocket of his skinny jeans. In one fluid motion, he unwraps the piece of gum and puts it in his mouth. The silence that’s punctuated by the distant sounds of passing cars and the summer wind rustling through the trees is broken again. “Besides,” he says, snapping his gum between his teeth, “it’s not like anyone got hurt too badly.”

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"u still awake? i'm outside!!" is the text that greets Yerin (accompanied by a number of heart, celebration, and kissy face emojis) a few minutes before midnight on New Years Eve, provided she is, in fact, awake to receive them. Did Nana walk all the way here for the POSSIBILITY of a New Year's kiss? Maybe so.

the last hours of the decade pass by in a gloomy haze for this particularly pitiful high schooler. Slunk into her pajamas at last, she feels decked in more defeat than delight as she thinks of tonight’s missed chances, the missed hands in hers. With Yerin running errands for both the shop & her grandmother all evening, she’s barely had a minute to herself – much less her girlfriend. Yet all December, Yerin had looked forward to spending New Year’s Eve with Nana. Her imaginative self had blushed over the idea of gussying up & sharing a fancy dinner amidst a starlit city …  while her more practical self had warmed to the thought of eating soba together cozied at the kotatsu. Unfortunately, with 2020 only moments away now, it seems neither of those dreams would come true tonight. These are the days she wonders if holidays exist for those in relentless retail.

Just as she’s about to pull the sheets over her head and wait till morning to lavish curry breads & coffee on the cutest girlfriend in the world, her phone buzzes at her desk, rattling its rogue pens. The message she finds is almost too happy to even comprehend on sight; it takes a few more seconds of digesting the pixel hearts and confetti to realize Nana’s here. Clamoring to her window immediately, she lifts the glass to spot the sweetest sight all day – Nana at the gate all smiles as usual, and Yerin’s buoyed by the light of her. ❝ Oh my gosh – Nana-chan! ❞ she chirps and the holiday’s arrived at last. She’s already pivoted and dashed three steps before she returns to the window to properly announce and wave. ❝ – a-h, I’ll be right down! ❞  

Feet cram into too big-slippers as she grabs a coat and rushes to the entrance, nearly tripping into Nana’s arms. ❝ You came! ❞ she exclaims with words punctuated by the back-bang of the door; she’s already wrapping Nana into her puffy jacket & fussing over her icy fingers. ❝ Nana-chan, you must be so cold, come on inside – ❞ Yerin begins guiding her into the house, but just as they pass the threshold … the New Year’s Bell starts to sound, echoing from the hills, the TV, the neighbor’s radios. Turning back to Nana, Yerin’s eyes widen as panic seizes her soul. On spur of the moment, she cups Nana’s cool cheeks and gives her a smooch – jumpy and rushed and far from perfect.  Regrets resound alongside the bells as she eventually draws back with a sheepish ❝ H-Happy New Year! ❞ … and gives her another peck at the cheek, this time apologetic.  ❝ I’m sorry, I don’t know – I didn’t want to miss it, ❞ she laughs, pinked; one hand stays cupping Nana’s face as her thumb brushes fondly.

❝ … but I’m so happy you’re here. ❞  In this decade, and in the next. And in the next, and in the next, and next, and next, and next; Yerin wills them all to follow. She’d endure a thousand years of labor like today’s, if only they would end like this.

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❝ no peeking! ❞ Stern instruction’s washed too giddy as she unearths a box from the closet, setting it carefully before Nana. She fiddles with the wrappings like arranging a bouquet, unfolding the bits of paper just right to properly reveal the centerpiece -- Nana’s new kimono. ❝ Okay, Nana-chan -- you can look! ❞ she exclaims at last, hands finding her girlfriend’s arm to squeeze. ❝ It’s from my grandmother. ❞  To be honest, it had taken her grandmother some time to pick out just the right kimono. Summer yukata would have been simple, with an abundance of colors and motifs just perfect for their sunny Nana . . . but for hatsumoude, the selection had required a bit more refining. Yerin couldn’t actually remember the last time she had seen her grandmother looking quite so stressed as she had while poring over patterns this past week. But it had cheered the high schooler to see how much even her surly grandmother cares for their Nana.

 ❝Um -- we were actually wondering if -- if you’d like to come to the shrine with us this afternoon?  . . . sorry, I know it’s really last minute! But my sister’s leaving tomorrow so we had to change the plan, but we were hoping . . . ❞ 

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"Yeriiin!☆" Beep beep rowdy jock coming through. After making a beeline towards Yerin, Nana takes her by the hands and leads her in a quick twirl before sweeping forward to press a quick peck to each of her cheeks. She draws back a moment later, giving slightly-chilled hands a light squeeze with her own substantially-warmer pair. "Hope you weren't waitin' out here too long. You cold? You /feel/ cold!"

she likes it when she arrives first to their meeting spots, likes planting there at the bench amongst the passersby, likes waiting. For after sitting in the waves of footsteps and murmurs, there’s just something special about seeing Nana materialize from the crowd, ponytail & pom-pom earrings swinging. She’d take a second to scan the surroundings, and when their eyes would finally meet – well, Nana’s sudden-happy face has been the thing propelling Yerin through this rough exam season. The way her face scrunches up has her cuter than a dumpling, and certainly twice as energizing.

Yerin could remember the first times she would just be standing at the cash register and wondering if that bright girl with the scrunchies would bounce on through today … to think that now, they actually have plans, endless plans … ones of sledding and snowmen and hotpot parties that just keep growing and growing … Yerin just feels like this’ll be the best winter, yet.  

She’s rising from her seat before Nana even finishes her name, hurrying forth and then teetering when she’s suddenly led in a half-dance, sneakers rasping pavement. ❝ Hi! ❞ she manages to utter just before the pecks, cooled cheeks quickly melting (  a star on and off the court, her girlfriend’s always burning ) . ❝ I’m fine, ❞ she laughs, still tickled by the kisses; she squeezes her hands too, lacing a pair. ❝ I’m excited! ❞ her declaration grows, gaze shining in anticipation of today’s plan. ❝ I can’t remember the last time I went Christmas shopping with someone … but at this point, I feel like you know my mom better than me, Nana-chan, ❞ she teases only partially-joking, lightly bumping shoulders as they start towards the stores. She’d have to remember not to buy cooking stuff this time – just because it draws her interest, doesn’t mean it does so for her mother. Thankfully, Nana’s here this time, certain to provide her incredible gift expertise.