#hiroshou

[dailynohebisstuff]

Daishou: stop being so mean to me or I swear I’m gonna fall in love with you Hiroo: not if I fall in love with you first Daishou: is that a challenge? Akama: I am begging you two to stop

[futamataxtakeharu]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kuroo nudged Daishou lightly with his elbow. “Hey, bro, you good? You’ve been quiet lately,” he said - quietly, of course, so that no one could hear his concern. Daishou nodded. “Yeah. I’m just a little confused, I guess.” Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” Daishou started, “the Aphrodite kids have been coming up to me a lot lately.”

[hirookouji]

Hiroo: Wanna cuddle?

Daishou: I hate you, I hate your guts, I'm too badass for this, I have an image to keep, I do what I want, I don't need a hug to make me feel better for myself, and I don't need a shoulder to lean on, I am strong and independent.

Hiroo: So.... Is that a yes?

Daishou: Yes.

[dailynohebisstuff]

Daishou: What are you bringing to the Christmas party?

Hiroo: My negative attitude and sparkling personality.

[futamataxtakeharu]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“You will, too,” she whispered. “Don’t get into too much trouble when I’m not around, yeah?”

Daishou laughed. “No promises,” he said, giving Mika his signature cocky smirk that he and all of his siblings had mastered. She simply smiled in return - her beautiful smile that to this moment still took Daishou’s breath away.

Then she pulled away slightly, gave him a soft kiss on the cheek - which he would later deny made him blush as red as a tomato - and let go of his hand. Daishou watched her go, blinking away his tears as she made her way over to the group of women who he prayed would change her life for the best, as she didn’t deserve anything less than that.

or: how daishou and mika break up, then how daishou gets over her

posted for nohebi week day 7, tier one: pjo au!

[hirookouji]

Daishou, looking at Hiroo: I am enamored even with the way your fingers move, with the way the light plays on your skin, with your smile and your laughter, with your voice, with how you get around the things you love, with your humor

Daishou, aloud: What’s up, asshole

[hirookouji]

Daishou: I missed you.

Hiroo: Aw, babe, I mi–

Daishou: I thought your ugly ass left me to join the circus

[hirookouji]

Daishou: I want to kiss you

Daishou: Sorry, I meant kill you* Tsk, stupid autocorrect

Hiroo: Suguru, this is a verbal conversation.