#twink boy

[eliott-kidpix]

Beau et étrange. Beautiful and strange

[boxerdoug]

[cmdeepdive]

[itzmeloneh1107]

I redrew this because…uhh no reason🤫

[izukult]

things that i hate but for some reason wouldn’t mind if it was oikawa tooru doing them

slow walkers— his feet stuck on the ground a little too long, and you know he’ll whine if you walk more than two feet in front of him. he’s holding your hand, fingers grazing the skin of your knuckles as he gives frequent, slight squeezes, eyes focused on the streets around you. “i have to linger a little, y/n-chan! people want to look at me, who am i to deny them?”

people trying to take my spare earbud— his hand is delicate on your leg, fingers tapping the fabric of your jeans as he tries to figure out the rhythm to the song. his shoulder is flush with yours and his neck is crooked a little bit so he can bend his head down to accommodate the wires. there’s a hint of a scowl on his face as he makes a halfhearted complaint about how he should always be in charge of what’s playing, but you can tell by the look in his eyes he doesn’t really mind.

people asking me what i mean— “wait, what?” his voice is too loud, high and nasally as he crooks a brow at you. his hands rest on his hips and you can’t help but crack a smile at his stance. “hey, are you laughing at me? that’s not very nice, yknow.” he pouts, rolling his eyes as he moves his hands to wave them aimlessly. “it’s not my fault you don’t know how to word things.” you shoved him, just a little, before repeating what you said ‘in layman terms’.

disgustingly sappy names— you were used to him constantly having a hand on you by now, proximity was a must have with tooru (as long as you were comfortable), but you don’t think you’d ever quite come to terms with all of his pet names. you were sat in a circle with the seijoh four, one of his arms around while matsukawa told you about how he called you “wifey” the other week. you cringed, turning your head to glare at your boyfriend, but even so you didn’t want to completely beat the shit out of him.

bad drivers— you laughed as the car jolted when he turned, reaching up to grab your handle bar. “you trying to kill us, or?” he flushed, fingers gripping the leather of the wheel as he groaned. “the car is broken.” you snorted, eyes focused on the road just in case you needed to grab the wheel from him. “uh huh, whatever you say.”

people sad posting on their main story— it’s kind of embarrassing, you think, that you’re actually worried about him. it’s actually really embarrassing, and his post is super vague, and it’s not his main but it’s the story with like almost everyone. you kind of want to throw up when you ask him if he’s okay, but you can’t help but care about what’s wrong.

singing even when you don’t know the words— you groan, hands covering your ears as you look at him. he’s swaying in a way you know is too awkward to be serious and the words come out jumbled and a little louder than the music. your scowl is replaced with a laugh as you tell him how awful he sounds.

people touching me without asking— he laughs, hand grazing over your back as he walks past you. you shudder, straighten up, and look after him. you wonder if he’s always been so bright, and you have to assume he has as he turns his head back over to ask you if you’re coming along.

random ft calls— your music comes to an abrupt stop as the facetime ringtone plays over your speaker. a quiet curse leaves your mouth and you go to decline the call, and maybe yell at the person while you’re at it. when you see his contact name, though, you loosen up a little, finger hovering over the answer button.

being unironically sentimental— “what are you looking at?” and maybe it was your bad for asking, because of course he’s going to respond with “you.”. you force a gag, breaking eye contact and looking at the closest object. “if you don’t want me to stare then just stop being pretty.” you chuckle, hand shoving his arm as you look back at him. “well, i think you’re pretty, too.”

i hate a lot of things so i could write ab 40 of these. most of these just show that i’m an emotionally stunted introvert w anger problems but that’s fine😐

[adamtwinkx]

hungry? have a kitkat 🤪😚

[tealflowerboy]