#izumo

[haganekotetsu]

I think the biggest trick to love is that you don’t stop falling into it.

Head over heels. Feeling ready to risk it all. Those butterflies you get in your belly when it’s time to put your proposal for a date idea on the table.

I think that’s kinda crucial to really loving someone.

Having it feel like it’s the first time all over again.

Not every single time. That’s just crazy. And too much. And probably a medical condition.

But, sometimes, those butterflies come back, just like seasons do. Just like birds do after winter, and so do the leaves and flowers and fish and bees.

It’s gotta come back. The butterflies gotta come back sometimes.

Yeah, I think that’s the true feeling of love, for me at least.

Second to the warm fuzzy feelings I get when Izumo buys me a new snack to try from the store or when he puts our blankets in the dryer before we go to bed in the winter.

I think you gotta fall in love with the same person over and over. And never stop.

[the-eternal-moonshine]

[slotheyes]

I really appreciate how we're all in unanimous agreement that these two are a couple

[haganekotetsu]

Do you guys think Izumo still loves me, yes or no?

Yes

No

Are you stupid?

KOTETSU’S BUTTON

🌭 hotdog button

Voting ended onMay 15

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@izumokamizuki

[haganekotetsu]

Heads…

(@izumokamizuki)

“Tails for me then.

Let’s do this!”

To say the boys never disagreed would be far darker than a white lie.

Disagreements were plentiful enough between the two and these opposites attracted in the most curious of ways through the years. To keep the peace and not disturb their love, their catchphrase had become “compromise”.

Unable to compromise, these two would compete in small ways to win. From things as small as arguments to as large as career paths, there was almost nothing these two didn’t find a happy ending to.

This was one of those moments.

Both exhausted by a hard day’s work in the scorching sun, dragged further into their tiredness by the heat and the thought of dinner, they couldn’t come to an agreement on what toppings to order for their pizza.

Cash was tight. The monthly budget, Izumo’s responsibility, was not something that could be argued about. It was an irrefutable fact of nature that they could order only one pizza for the night.

Now, what kind of pizza?

Kotetsu’s palate craves the complex combination of pineapple, ham and sweet onion.

Izumo wishes for something less complex yet fanciful; some spinach with margarita sauce and mozzarella.

At this point, they’re hungry enough to eat either of those pizzas, the both of them having pingponged pizza ideas off of each for the last half hour.

They’re both starving and have their own arguments for which could be more filling and- in the end- it’s still carbs and cheese. Either one will be filling.

This is a battle for flavor profile.

He smacks the coin out of the air onto the back of his hand. A pause for dramatic effect, a look of determination into his lover’s eyes, then—

Disappointment from one, victorious cheering from the other. Kotetsu’s spikes physically wilt at the coin facing heads up on his hand.

“Okaaaay,” he drones like a dissatisfied child before pocketing the coin and ordering their pizza through his phone.

[haganekotetsu]

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