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[tochisuru]

@tsunages​ : haruka ➟ makoto

quiet steps carry him out of his bathroom, a loose pair of pajama pants on and a towel draped over his head from his efforts in trying to dry his hair. they weren’t actually big efforts, but there was some. brows raise slightly as he spots a familiar face down the hall, sitting by the front door. 

           ❝ makoto... ❞ his voice isn’t particularly loud or anything, but he’s sure that he’s been heard.  ❝ how long have you been here? ❞

[rotlung]

@tsunages​​ get’s a answer                         &&.                          👕   -   your  muse  helps  my  muse   get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness                             /                         for kenma                       !!

                                                                                        it truly baffled                         &&.                         amazed him as to how kenma managed to get sick so often                         .                         perhaps the heat of training to the often coolness of the air in the evenings didn’t help                         .                         they’d been friends for so long that it didn’t take much for him to catch onto what is happening with him                         .                         the sniffles                         &&.                         frequent sneezes                         .                         a dead giveaway                         .                         however this time it seemed to be more than a common cold                         .                         he’d walked home with the shorter what felt near half an hour ago                         ,                         remembered pressing the back of his hand to kenma’s forehead                         ,                         the scorching heat he felt                         .                         now                         ,                         kuroo stood in front of the shorter                         ,                         a concerned expression on his face which is a rare sight to see                         .                         “                         you     haven’t     been     taking     proper     care     of     yourself                         ,                         have     you                         ?                         ”                         stern as he speaks                         ,                         a sigh follows in suit                         .                         perhaps even just a year in difference of their ages still makes kuroo act as though he needs to care for the other in every sense                         .                         of course                         ,                         he didn’t mind                         .                         he just worried too much sometimes                         .

“                         alright                         .                         time     to     get     you     out     of     these     clothes                         .                         you     need     to     rest                         .                         ”                         there’s a pause as he’s taking that zip up hoodie off from him                         &&.                         putting it to the side                         ,                         eyes connect with kenma’s for even just a split second                         .                         “                         properly                         .                         no     games                         .                         ”                         he feels akin to a mother scolding her child                         ,                         with that it only makes him grin                         &&.                         laugh beneath his breath                         .

aiding him in stripping down into a simple t-shirt                         &&.                         undergarment                         (                         it wouldn’t be the first time seeing him like this                         ,                         even if it was an accident once or twice                         )                         ,                         he coaxes him into laying down                         .                         disappearing to reappear with a damp cloth to place onto his forehead                         ,                         he takes a seat onto the floor beside his bed                         .                         “                         i’ll stay if i have to                         —                         only if you want                         ..                         pudding head                         .                         ”                         lips curl once more                         ,                         teasing                         .

[ahiiru]

@tsunages​ said: "asahi, you had a crush on aniki? you could've gone for... literally anyone else and you liked my brother... ?????" KGFHSKJFHKJADHSFHJDKASHFJ THE DOORWAY TO WHAT WE TALKED ABT

     “ it wasn’t like that !! ” asahi insists, except that it was totally, definitely like that.

     as a kid, he’d had crushes before natsuya-senpai, but natsuya was the first boy he’d ever crushed hard on. for a long time, asahi couldn’t tell if his feelings were simple adoration for his swim team captain, or something more. he wanted to be just like him. he wanted to be someone his classmates plastered their faces to the windows to watch every recess, someone others could depend on, someone to admire. natsuya was like a magnet that way; he had this gravitational pull that could be activated with a mere smile. 

     they’ve both done some growing up since then. time and distance caused his romantic inclinations to fade away, but not the fondness asahi felt for his senpai. however, he’s fallen for a different kirishima brother now --- and regretting it, at the moment, more and more by the second.

     “ it’s just --- you --- don’t ever mention it to him, you hear ?! it’s not true ! ”

[starblossomed]

Unprompted Asks ! || always accepting.

rin grabs his sister by the shoulders and turns her around to hide her from ... any of her admirers , actually. *stressed out big brother vibes* ( @tsunages​ )

Soft and very confused younger sister noises as she’s turned around out of nowhere. Gou stared up at him, head tilted to the side curiously. Did he have some secret to share with her? They hadn’t shared secrets like that since they were younger, so perhaps it was something else?

“Onii-chan, what’s the matter?”

Slender digits go up to his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. Perhaps it was stressed about something? Her eyes widened slightly as she turned fully to face him, grabbing his hands in the process and squeezing them even more. Whenever something was wrong he always kept it to himself and never told her.

“Whatever it is you can tell me!”

[goldstolen]

@tsunages​  said  :   Jumin Han: I miss you so much I can’t stand it. / 😇💓💓💞💞💕💘💖💘💕💓💗💗💞💝💖💕💞💓

𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐        (  a  lung  ,  a  limb                    he’ll  whisper  to  himself  in  the  dark  when  he’s  alone  and  the  messenger  hasn’t  been  opened  in  hours  ;  a  heart  )        .  they’ve  been  separated  for  a  while  ,  zen  with  his  blossoming  career  and  jumin  with  the  expansive  roots  of  a  conglomerate  .  time  hasn’t  made  room  for  them  ,  hasn’t  pushed  aside  the  spaces  of  a  life  lived  to  allow  them  a  corner  ,  a  moment  ;  they  are  the  ones  people  whisper  about                with  love  attached  to  every  cell  and  buried  into  every  marrow  but  not  enough  universe  -  given  time  to  share  it  between  themselves  .

his  phone  lights  up  ,  becomes  lighthouse  in  the  frothy  sea  of  a  dark  room         (  his  room  ,  in  his  half  -  underground  home  ,  with  each  nook  and  cranny  crammed  with  memories  of  the  only  person  he  allows  himself  to  miss  like  a  lung  ,  a  limb  ,  a  heart  )        and  he’s  quick  to  grab  it  ,  quicker  to  read  the  notification  .

                                     𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗  𝚑𝚊𝚗 :  i  miss  you  so  much  i  can’t  stand  it.

oh  ,  oh  ,  oh  .  there  is  ease  in  the  missing  ;  respite  in  the  hollows  .  only  jumin  could  gift  him  with  the  biggest  smile  he’s  shown  since  they’ve  parted  ways                                               temporarily  ,  but  parted  .  his  chest  burns  ,  crackles  and  pops  and  becomes  fireworks  on  a  dusky  evening  .  the  act  of  missing  subsides  ,  shapes  itself  into  something  that  feels  like  rain  over  a  burn  made  from  distance  .

to  miss  jumin  is  to  miss  the  storms  ,  the  hurricanes  ,  the  weight  of  a  gray  sky  .

his  hands  shake  over  the  screen  ,  contemplation  making  itself  home  into  his  fingers  as  he  wonders  how  to  condense  this  missing  into  a  text  ,  into  tiny  pixels  shaped  into  words  .  he  doesn’t  settle  ,  never  settles  ,  but  comes  close  when  he  writes  back  :  i  miss  you  too.

so  much  ,  he  adds  .  so  much  that  it  hurts  that  i  don’t  see  you  as  often  as  i  want  to  .

[pontevoix]

          it’s easier sometimes to be unapproachable. it’s easier, sometimes to make sure that everyone knows that he has nothing to lose if this ( all of this ) doesn’t work out. of course, there are those who hear tsukishima’s pointed / blunt rudeness . . . & decide that it’s an odd personality quirk, that he’s a pain, & that he can be tolerated. tsukishima isn’t sure if he appreciates this or not.

          it is what it is. & with that being said . . . tsukishima doesn’t mind asahi. his behavior is less obnoxiously loud than some of the other teammates, so tsukishima respects him. he doesn’t antagonize him with the same intentionality that he does others, & he keeps his distance. except for . . . now. when hinata has accidentally ( ? ) stolen the ace’s ball, has tried accidentally ( ? ) to throw asahi from the limelight. obnoxious, tsukishima thinks again & shakes his head.

          ‘    something tells me if you were angry, it wouldn’t be intimidating,   ‘    tsukishima muses without thought. he doesn’t antagonize asahi intentionally, but . . . he does wear absentminded curiosity.  ‘ & by the way . . . i think your water just fell over.   ‘

          not that tsukishima’s doing anything about it. but there you have it.

                                               STARTER  | @tsunages​   

[tcnsai]

@tsunages​ sent : 💥 makoto to rin! owo

[  nonverbal rp starters  /  accepting  ]          ⤷ 💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

            he’s quick to shrug off makoto’s hand  ,  almost as if he was trying to THROW makoto’s hand off his shoulder  .  he doesn’t need comforting . . . it doesn’t help him right now  ,  it doesn’t make anything better  .  he doesn’t want to be comforted  .  a deep scowl takes to his lips  ,  brows furrowing deeply . . . his entire mind is in turmoil  .             anyone would find comfort in makoto’s caring nature  ,  in makoto’s soft voice . . . but rin . . . rin doesn’t need this right now  .  he wants to SCREAM  ,  to yell . . . anger bubbles in his chest  ,  threatening to tear out of his chest  .             “  stop acting like you CARE  ,  makoto  ,  ”  he sneers  ,  “  i know you’re only trying because of haru . . .  ”  he continues  ,  a quiet voice in his mind tells him to  ‘  shut up  ’  before he says anything he regrets but his mouth moves before he can stop  .  “  because haru chases me  ,  so you’re just hoping to keep everyone together  ,  stop it  .  ”  he concludes  ,  “  i’m never swimming with haru again . . . so stop trying  ,  ”  he scoffs  ,  turning on his heels  .             perhaps . . . it was a sense of loneliness . . . perhaps  ,  it was jealousy  .  seeing haruka constantly having the unconditional support of the iwatobi team  .  it wasn’t that samezuka wasn’t supporting . . . but it just didn’t feel right . . . perhaps it the RESENTMENT dwelling skin deep  ,  that the streaks of kindness from makoto and nagisa were just pity  .  enough  .             a sense of upset washes over rin  ,  a brief moment of regret . . . ‘  don’t turn around  ’  his heart reminds  ,  he can’t bear to see makoto’s face  .  “  just leave me alone  ,  makoto . . .  ”

[calpio]

                                          @tsunages             :          tap   on   the   shoulder   ,   delicate   &   almost   hesitant   (   as   if   he   didn't   intend   to   bother   the   idol   before   him   )   ,   yuzuki   smiles   ,   small   yet   blindingly   in   his   own   way   .   it's   only   when   yuuta    turns   his   head   that   the   black  -  haired   twin   leans   forth   to   press   a   hesitant   kiss   to   the   other's   cheek   .   he   pulls   back   ,   hovering   awkwardly   behind   him   :   '   ashuu  -  kun   ,   i   wanted   to   return   the   favor   and   surprise   you   too   ...   sorry   if   i   bothered   your   practice   in   any   way  .   '   /    :)     ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

                              ꜱᴏꜰᴛ    ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ    ,    ᴀ   ᴛᴏᴡᴇʟ    ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ   ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ   ɴᴇᴄᴋ    .     practicing   new   choreography    ,    but    seemingly   could   count   the   mistakes   bit   by   bit    ...    maybe   it’s   fatigue   ,   maybe   it’s   the   looming   feeling   that   plagued   him   so   consistently    ,   a   melody   of   deprecation   .     yet   ,   he   continues     ------------   until   he   sees   another   figure   behind   him   in   the   mirror   ,   yuzuki    .    grinning   so   bright   ,   and   with   a   turn   of   features   ...    it’s   a    delicate   feeling    ,   it    was   gentle   and   warm   and   almost   indescribable   .   all   queries   now   in   a   state   of   pause   ,   shattered   within   vision   like   thin   glass    .     a   brief   moment   after   hearing   the   twin’s   statement   ,   there   was   a   shake   of   his   head   .                    no   ,   you   didn’t    ...    you   made   it   better   ,   was   that   another   magic   trick   ...    ?                    but   tiers   remain   silent   ,   only   the   flourishing   rouge   that   took   over   entire   mien   was   apparent   .   furrowed   eyebrows   ,   not   of   rage    ...    but   of   curiosity   ,   trying   to   squint   hard   at   the   emotion   ,  ᴛʜɪꜱ   ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ   ᴛʜᴀᴛ   ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ   ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ    .

                            “   y   -   yu   ...    “    this   was   bad   ,   yuuta’s   emotions   always   took   hold   of   him    ,   this   was   awful   !!    violet   attempts   to   look   for   any   distraction    ,    to   make   yuzuki   look   the   other   way    ...    he   was   in   a   corrupt   state   ,   red   overtook   facet   ,   and   heartbeat   pounding    ...                 if   you   were   to    hold   me   ,   come   close   to    me    ...    you   might    be    able   to   hear   it   too    .                with   a   groan    ,   he   squats   down   ,   eyes   shut   tight      ...       it’s   not   a   dream   ,   it’s   not   a   lovely   dream   that   he’ll   see   only   once    .    it’s   real    ,   and   it’s   affection   that   was   given    ...   felicity   incarnate   would   be   a   way   to   describe   yuzuki    .    he   was   gentle    ,   an   ache   to    crack   through   his   surface   and   find   out   who   he   is    ,   who   is   the   yuzuki   that’s   within   his   own   heart    .    “   aaaaaaahhhhh    ...    yuzu’s   just   so   cuteeee    ,   what   am   i   supposed   to   doooo   !!    this   is   unfair   ,   my   heart   is   gonna   burst   because   of   you   !   you’re   gonna   have   to   take   responsibility   ~   time   for   a   hundred   kisses   !   “      spilled   vocals    ,   but   gaze   meets   his   ,   and   flourishing   smile   takes   hold    .     depreciation   now   encompassed   love   ,   love   ,   and   love    ...          --------------    ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ   ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ   ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ   ᴛʜᴀᴛ   ᴛᴏ   ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ    ,   washed   over   like   like   a   new   melody    .