#siblings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mizuban]

@snowscrane

          ❛     relax . i’m only here to help .     ❜     he adjusts the hairpin for her , ensures that he is gentle in his touch .     ❛     & besides , you’re really helping me out here . you know how much i HATE public events . . . i’m counting on you for this . you’ll look beautiful .     ❜     he is never particularly affectionate , but on this rare occasion he offers her a gentle kiss to the forehead .     ❛     i promise .     ❜

[milquetoastboy]

16. the one where anything written on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin as well. [ Futaba! hope Akira doesn't mind being covered in code lines lmao ]

soulmate aus || @vaciiviity | no longer accepting

When he was little, the doodles on himself came few and far between. He spent much more time putting doodles on himself for his soulmate than receiving them. They were both still learning how to read, leading to stilted-at-best conversations and a lot of tic tac toe. 

Then, one day, there were no doodles- not even doodle responses. It went on for months- complete silence. Before long, Akira was worried not that something had happened to his soulmate, but that they were gone. Never coming back. Dead or worse. 

Eventually, out of the blue, scribbles started appearing again. Small sequences of numbers, arrows connecting phrases and numbers every which way. When he wrote questions back, he got half responses at best, but they always felt rushed or dismissive. His soulmate had bigger, more important things to think about, clearly. 

Before long, he found himself in the library, looking at basics of coding, once he figured out what they were from so he could start deciphering what littered his arms, and sometimes thighs. It was all vastly more complicated, but he could at least recognize pieces and commands littered through out. In return, he took to writing lines of his own, often barely finishing them before getting edits or a hastily drawn thumbs up. It was the most interaction he’d ever gotten with his soulmate- an accomplishment, really. 

Finally, one day, he decided to take the plunge. They’d never shared much personal information, but the chattier his soulmate seemed to get, the more he needed to know. 

It was... late, near the middle of the night. But he wasn’t sure when he’d have the courage to go for it again. 

‘hey, my name is akira. what should i call you?’

Akira figured it was a simple enough opener- they could reply with however much they felt comfortable sharing. Or not at all, depending. But he certainly hoped for a response as he laid on his bed in the lamplight.