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14. putting an arm around the other’s waist + umetsuba
“What the hell do you mean you’ve been dating this whole time?”
Umemiya shrugs. Tsubaki at least has the decency to look apologetic.
“I thought you all knew,” Tsubaki says, fiddling with the ends of his hair. “I wasn’t exactly subtle about my feelings.”
Hiiragi is going to pop a vessel. He looks over to the kitchen, where Kotoha is pretending to be busy, but she’s been wiping the same plate since this entire conversation began. She definitely knew, then.
“Yeah, we all knew you had a crush on Umemiya, but we didn’t know you did anything about it,” Mizuki says. Momose nods.
“Oh, I didn’t,” Tsubaki replies with a dismissive wave. He rests his chin on his hand, glancing to his side with a soft smile. “Ume confessed.”
“You confessed?!” Hiiragi almost shrieks.
Umemiya shrugs again, but he’s clearly stamping down a grin. He reaches over, wrapping his arm around Tsubaki’s waist, and using his fingers to tug his chair closer. Then he presses a kiss to Tsubaki’s cheek, and Tsubaki squeals.
…Okay, that’s cute. Hiiragi can’t even be mad about being kept in the dark for, what, a month?
“How long has it been?” Mizuki asks, voicing out his question for him.
“Oh, like…” Umemiya hums. “Three months?”
“THREE?!”
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26. kissing the top of their head + mtwoods
When Takeyama finally wakes up, Shinji is the first one by her side.
She’s been unconscious ever since the fight against Gigantomachia, and seeing her finally awake makes relief settle over Shinji’s heart. There’s a large bandage around her head and her eyes are dazed when they turn to him.
He should probably call for a nurse. But for a moment, he just wants to look at her. Ascertain the fact that she’s really here, breathing and alive.
“Nishiya,” she acknowledges, and then her lips quirk up in amusement. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”
Shinji reaches over to tuck a bit of her hair behind her ear for her. “You should see yourself. You’re in terrible shape.”
“Am not. I always look good.”
He can’t help the fond laugh that escapes his lips. Leaning down, Shinji presses a soft kiss on the top of her head, murmuring, “Yeah. Welcome back.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Takeyama,” Eraser’s voice cuts through her thoughts. She turns her attention to him instantly, if only because she hadn’t expected him to actually talk to her, since he’s known mostly for his dislike of talking to anyone. “They’re you’re friends, yes?”
Yuu nods.
“Then trust they will tell you if there are any issues you should be informed of.”
yuu’s friends are acting weird, shinji and shinya are desperately trying to keep a secret, everyone else is in on it, and somehow, hawks has a boyfriend
🎂 5.4k words || mount lady/kamui woods & edgeshot
🎂 mt lady birthday fic!!
hey in case u didn’t know… i do love het pairings and if there’s anything i love its:
1. Tragic back stories
2. Amazing character devlopment
If u haven’t read kamui wood’s omake it says that he had a… terrible childhood and who CAN’T SYMPATHIZE WITH THAT??? and right now… im so proud of him and mt lady’s relationship and y’all know they TOGETHER UGH
ALSO BONUS:
Also I fucking spelled shinji’s name wrong in the last one but who fucking CARES IM TIRED AND I KEEP DOING THAT W EVERY COMIC I DO FUCK ME
Shinji kisses her jaw, and then retreats inside. She almost calls out, asking for him to stay, but she doesn’t want to sound desperate, and he likely took her curt responses as a request to be left alone. It was a correct assumption, but now that Yuu is by herself again, she realizes that wasn’t what she wanted at all. She can’t stand the thought of being around anyone, but the loneliness seeping into her is only dredging up a hopelessness from the pit of her stomach, asking her what the point in any of this is if she’ll be haunted by the war forever.
They won in the end, but most days, it doesn’t feel like it’s over at all.
on tea and midnight conversations
🍵 1.5k words || mt woods
🍵 for @mhararepairweek day 4: domestic