#sumikeshi

[kikaifreak]

@sumikeshi from here.

Finding a reason or a logic to how he ended up pushing Sai atop his bed and pressing his crotch to his happens to be a futil effort in the moment. Shino believes he might have started it, however. Sai has been the friend he's been needing for so long, Shino truly feels like they can understand each other, form a proper connection and... Consequently, an attraction. Whatever conversation they were having beforehand started to fade as his blood migrated south to cause a permanent switch in the nature of their relationship.

Forehead pressed to Sai's neck, damp with sweat, Shino's breath stutter with every roll of his hips. headband and green coat discarded, nothing else, he's feeling hot but can't bring himself to take anymore layers off. Not with Sai's legs wrapped so snuggly around his hips. His only frustration would be the fact that his erection goes down the side of his boxer's leg inside his loose pants, making rubbing it against Sai's hot bulge a little trickier. Tricky but not impossible, thus he follows a rhythm in tandem with his friend's hips, grunts and quiet moans leaving his throat.

When Sai moans his name, so hotly, a shiver runs up his spine. "Ah-" He grinds down harder, rougher. "Sai... I..." His head feels light just thinking the words. "Feel good..." So good that Shino doesn't hear the creaks of the bed under them, or the way the headboard occasionally taps against the wall. Sai, the only focus of his mind.

[kikaichuno]

@sumikeshi from here.

The 'yes or no' style was entirely on purpose, because it's always a bit frustrating to deal with a 'maybe'. He likes being able to plan things right away.

"Perfect." Shino perks up, happy that Sai agreed. He's been appreciating him since the first day they met and it's time to form a friendship. "How about the BBQ? There's variety and we get to control the cooking." It's a safe bet, he'll get to see what kind of food Sai prefers this way.

[taoreshi]

continued from here @sumikeshi Truthfully, as Sai moved to a crouch, Haku unconsciously shadowed behind, a little more reliant to the support than he wished to let on. And when he became aware of himself, he became hesitant, eyes shifting from Sai's back to the rather sheer drop below. It was dizzying, to say the least. But where uncertainty was rooted, something fascinating drew Haku naturally closer, peering over Sai's shoulder. Swift, but controlled movements, strokes of ink giving shape and form right before Haku's very eyes. The gentle instruction made it easier for the rogue-nin to lean, careful not to disrupt an artist at work. "Woah..." He mumbled under his breath, but something easily heard, considered it was practically at Sai's ear, long hair tickling. "Oh it's beautiful." It was difficult to express the way it made him feel; Haku had always loved watching the craftsman at their stations, molding bowls, butchering animals, spinning clothing... But it had always been afar. Large villages and their order made it hard for rogue-nin to stay very long. Lithe, pale arms wrapped around Sai's shoulders, as instructed, yes, but with a little squeeze of glee, he giggled. "Is that how you made the little mice?"

[taoreshi-a]

@sumikeshi made me brainrot so

Fateful was what one could call the clash of shinobi on that bridge, and, for a window, a moment of aligning stars and benevolent cosmos, Haku's innermost wish was granted. Two paths, walking side by side, near, nearing, but never touching until now. A flash of lightning, a pierced chest, and finally, it was clear. Even in this cruel, rabid world, love could yet exist. Love they both were deprived of, love that they would lay down their lives for. 

It was a love that fueled Haku to meticulously tie bedsheet after sheet together to drape outside the window of his hospital room to evade any staff that would not permit him to leave in his fragile state. But the moment Haku had regained control of his formerly comatose body, he was single-minded in his purpose; reunite. It might have been more to Konoha's interest to have lied about Zabuza, led him to believe the man he saw as a father had perished. But they were softhearted. It seemed they hoped by telling him that Zabuza had willingly surrendered in exchange for Haku's care, that it would better control him as well.

It was sweet, but misled. If Zabuza was alive, Haiku would see him. 

It was in this way that Haku found himself in his current predicament. There was perhaps wisdom in the poor medical staff's insistence that Haku remain resting. About half-way down the multi-storied hospital, Haku sat on an awning knees pulled to his chest, exhausted. Climbing back up and trying another day was an unsurmountable task, as was clambering the rest of the way down and risking an unceremonious splat. With an impatient, resigned sigh, Haku rested his chin on his knees and watched the bustle of the citizens of Konoha. Is this how a village functioned? Some people going that way with lumber, others casually strolling and chatting amongst each other? Kids ran freely, squealing from their antics as they weaved in and out of others with an occasional scornful look. 

Then, Haku made unwitting eye contact with a child holding their mother's hand who pointed up at him, eyes wide. With a little laugh, he waved. 

A soft village indeed.

[musedbyalli]

Continued from: "Inojin?" he asks again, voice level and calm, "It's alright if you don't want me to come in, I understand. I just want to make sure you're alright, and I was worried you might be hurt." He stands at the door—not pressuring, not pushing—and he just listens for a moment, even despite the deep sense of concern mounting in his chest. After no response but muffled, strained sounds, he speaks again. "Inojin, it sounds like you're having trouble breathing, are you sure you're alright?"

@sumikeshi

Inojin wasn't even really sure what had been the breaking point for him. No, it wasn't a singular event, but rather the culmination of numerous stressors that had gotten too overwhelming for the boy. He had assumed that he had made it into his room without drawing any attention from either of his parents - although he realized that likely wasn't the case since his dad was now on the other side of the door.

While a part of him was tempted to ignore his dad and continue to try to deal with the overwhelming stress himself, he knew that wasn't practical. Plus, that'd only make his dad worry about him more.

The blonde slowly made his way to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. "I'm alright." His voice still shaky, but he was doing his best to keep his family from worrying about him. "Did you need something?" A not so great attempt from the boy to pretend that he wasn't sure why his dad had checked on him.

[asparkleofmuses]

@sumikeshi said:

A black and white winter passerine bird perches at Sakura's window, chirping and pecking at the glass.

After having stayed in the hospital late, it's way too early for this. Sakura glares at the bird as it wakes her up, but after a moment, she realizes that it's odd it's just pecking the glass.

She opens the window to look at it more closely, trying to figure out if it's a summon, or if she should just shoo it.

[kiigan]

@sumikeshi ~ continued from [here]

ㅤThe irony that he, he of all people, gets accused by a former member of ROOT, a former member of ROOT of all people, of resorting to poison. Sugaru must be rolling in his grave; good, as he should, may he never find any semblance of peaceful rest. Either way, given the poor boy's current state, Itachi knows better than to try to reason with him. If he thinks it's poison, let him. It can be discussed later.

ㅤ"It's all right," the voice is tranquil, borderline a monotone, devoid of emotion - but not unkind, as he kneels on the ground by the younger one's side, "This will pass and you will be all right. Focus on my voice and follow my breaths."

ㅤA bold little moment, now, because he does actually touch the teen's arm; just enough to carefully roll him on his back. Sharingan ablaze and ready to dodge and restrain, if worse comes to worst. For the time being, he takes one of the boy's hands and leaves it on his stomach, so that he can better regulate his own intakes of air. Lying down isn't ideal, but baby steps. "Follow my breaths," he repeats, starting to demonstrate the rhythm, "slowly, as best as you can. There's no need to breathe too deeply - just do it slowly, in and out, slowly."

[sando1chi]

'cont from here, with @sumikeshi.

yeah, sure. she'd pretend that was the result of the heat as if she hadn't seen it firsthand since birth. the guy was already pale like the moon but now he looked more like a ghost, shaking like a leaf in the wind. ❛ nothing? doesn't look like it. ❜ temari snapped because she wasn't dumb, she knew what a panic attack looked like. her hands went to his shoulders to attempt to hold them together, and with a little strength she pushed the ninja towards an empty alleyway where the sun didn't hit them.

a hoose laying from a nearby house's wall called her attention and she quickly turned it on, putting some water inside a bottle and handling it to sai. ❛ here. can you drink this? ❜ her voice was unusually gentle, almost soft. because it was easy to be in situations like this, she wasn't entirely cold after all. she still remembered her first - and last - panic attack. ❛ look - it's ok if you aren't feeling ok. we can wait here for a while until you... i'll sit right here. ❜ and she did, crossing her legs and back against the brick wall. waiting if he needed something.