#tasuhiso

[enchiidraws]

❄️💕

[stardust-omelette]

tasuhiso stupid x stupid

[ryukogo]

『 the altar boy and the floral sacrifice 』

twitter version + still image below:

[augustmishas]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41127843

tasuhiso for day 5 of rarepairs week! prompt: holding in. 💞

[enchiidraws]

Sleepy cuddles 💤💕

A belated birthday present for @icharchivist!!

[enchiidraws]

Fuyupoly mermaid AU doodles!! 🐚 (featuring Chikacito)

[stardust-omelette]

hes right hisoka

[augustmishas]

“tasuku,” hisoka says one day, staring up at him with widened eyes. “pen-pen got a hole, and yuki’s not gonna be back all week… can you fix him?”

tasuku frowns. “why are you asking me?” if anyone left at the dorms knows how to sew, it’s not him. wouldn’t arisugawa or someone be more likely to know those sorts of things?

“good at fixing things…” hisoka insists, pressing his stuffed penguin into tasuku’s hands stubbornly.

“machinery,” tasuku explains. “didn’t i say last time i can’t fix such intricate things? plus, sewing and mechanics are completely different.” he rubs the back of his neck. it reminds him of hisoka’s instance during their performance of mystery. he’s too stubborn.

“please…” hisoka whines, “can’t sleep without pen-pen, and he’ll be sad if he’s hurt.” tasuku knows the penguin doesn’t have feelings, but hisoka certainly does. he’s looks tired, his expression downcast… and as much as tasuku knows he shouldn’t give in to his pouting, he does anyway.

“fine…” he agrees, rolling his eyes as he takes the penguin from hisoka’s small hands. “don’t cry if i mess it up and make it worse.”

“i wouldn’t,” hisoka says. “and you won’t… i know that.”

“how do you know that…?”

“‘cause tasuku cares too much,” hisoka reads him confidently, not breaking his contact with tasuku’s eyes. “…people are sad when they’re broken, and happier when they’re fixed.”

“what does that mean…?” tasuku asks, confused. tasuku doesn’t think about it like that. he’s just fixing things, because it’s what he likes to do. he just hates how hisoka looks when he’s sad, and doesn’t want him to end up sleeping on the floor alone. it’s bad for his health, that’s all.

but hisoka smiles, a certain glint in his eye, like he knows something tasuku doesn’t.