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do you plan on using your royal design for your masks on threadless? i just wanted to double check before i buy some!! love your work!
i didn’t add it before because i didn’t think anyone would buy it, but i’ll email my threadless rep and get it added! it’ll go up some time this week.
now that’s curious . what’s this pretty little package doing on his desk first thing in the morning ? presented there completely unprompted , without him having to chase down every single girl in the class himself and practically beg for something obligatory ?
... that’s a mistake , isn’t it ?
setting his bag down , denki turns the apparent ‘ gift ’ over in his hand to inspect it curiously --- a pink box with the feminine touch of a bow to match . there’s a clear amount of effort in the presentation , accompanied by a small note that puts a name to the sentiment . from yuu - chan .
❛ oh ! ❜ okay , that makes way more sense . thinking absolutely nothing of it when he turns to find her very intently watching him , the sprinter just waves , inviting himself to where she’s perched on a mission to return lost property .
❛ here ya go , yuu - chan --- you left your valentine on my desk ! ❜ one hand slipping behind his neck , a bashful chuckle inserts itself to hide any tones of disappointment heavy in his voice . ❛ honestly , it’s such a cute box that i’m a little sad it’s not for me ... your litterbug tendencies have never been crueler . ❜
@highskore / ♡ .
valentine’s day starters. — ♡ shinkai. / @highskore
sentimentality isn’t fukutomi’s specialty.
neither are grand displays of affection — or any display, at all for that matter — or any number of the many, many things that go into this holiday that frankly, he’s never paid attention to. there’s no glory or finish line to cross in a date, so his interest in the matter always flat - lined.
unfortunately, he has a bit of an object of affection. ( mental note: not an object. he’s a man, and you like him a lot, weirdo. ) if he could continue standing here in abject silence and stare holes into the side of shinkai’s head until he understood his feelings for him, he would. and based on how long he does stand there, stone cold and quiet, it’s apparent that he’s trying.
but, alas, shinkai isn’t a mind reader. eventually, he thrusts his hands forward from behind his back and holds out a heart shaped container full of chocolates — wordless at first, for a few seconds too long to be comfortable.
“ ... i’m taking you out. ” a pause. that didn’t sound... exactly the way he meant it to, did it? “ on a date. ” another pause. wait, did he ask? ... no. oh well. shinkai’s brave enough to reject him if he truly wants to.
" what was death like, kuroda-san? " yuuto @ kuroda
❛ not long enough . ❜
@highskore ! naruko and makishima
he can’t stop staring: a passion in his eyes as a wide grin tugged at his lips.
‘ dude ! ’ loud, ‘ i saw an old picture of you ... ’ accusing, almost -- as he points at his senpai. ‘ how did you grow your hair so fast ?! ’ there was a gleam in his eyes, as he couldn’t help but stroke his own hair.
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⚠ from yuuto !
crashing his bike was nothing new . bit of a worn - out ‘ been there , done that ’ - type situation , still bearing the hardly - healed scabs from the last time he’d eaten asphalt for dinner ; an investment in kneepads appealing more and more as a good idea each and every day .
his technique isn’t yet flawless , and quite often did he find himself in situations like these , hissing in pain for a brief few moments and refusing to look at whatever he can physically feel pooling beneath the palm pressed to a bright red wound . the only new variable to this scenario is the small pair of hands that slip beneath him , one hooking under his legs and the other circling his backside to settle on a bicep .
denki blinks , and in a second , he’s peeled off the ground with seemingly little effort — aid of gravity pulling him further into the small frame of one shinkai yuuto once he’s fully hoisted , the very last person whose arms he’d expect to be in right now .
shoulders bunched up to ears , bi panic spreads in a charming hue of tawny over his entire everything .
❛ you’re … so strong … ❜ he warbles , picking a random god to thank for the fact that his profuse sweating could easily be blamed on the biking . ❛ AH ! i - i mean ——- thanks , yuu - chan ! i guess i still have a lot to work on here , huh ? you just make everything look so easy … which ironically inspires me to try harder ! ❜
pick up / carry my muse .