hello! i'm tansy (he/it), an artist and author interested in haikyuu, golden kamuy, kaiju no. 8, my hero academia, and more. this is my anime sideblog, with a focus on x reader, selfship, and my ocs! my main f/o is tsukishima kei, and my main oc is unno suzuyo (he/him). their ship name is tsukisuzu, and content of them will be tagged as such! while i do have a direct selfship with tsukishima (tanskei), i feel more comfortable and confident talking about tsukisuzu
i have a fic about them in the works, as deep as the ocean, as lonely as the moon, which will be cross posted from ao3 once started! feel free to ask questions regarding my selfships or ocs as individuals; while not an rp blog, i am more than open to answering questions in character and engaging in back and forths with other ocs
my askbox is always open! if you want to be moots just ask, i'd love more oc x canon and or selfship friends <3
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â day sixteen: ogata hyakunosuke â
â golden kamuy modern!ogata x gn!reader with the following prompt: "You write poetry?" / "Yeah." / "Any good?" / "Absolutely not."Â
w/c: 852 words
note: wait i love college aus i promise this one is better than yesterday's
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MASTERLIST
The cafĂŠ was overtly quiet, even before Ogata walked in and noticed you sitting in a corner all by your lonesome. He wasn't one to intrude, but he the fact he had just been thinking about you made him hesitate.Â
He did not believe in fate. He did not believe that the stars aligned themselves perfectly when he needed them to, most. He carved his past, present, and future, just as the rivers and mountains sprouted from long-winded caveats over millions of years.Â
He should have turned around and left, but then you saw him. Your eyes locked and you got that dopey-eyed smile, waving at him and sitting your little notebook down. His eyes flickered to it, and you quickly shut it.Â
He was staying.
Ogata sighed softly and ordered an iced Americano, thanking the underpaid barista under a subtle gesture of a two dollar tip, making his way right to you with his cold, bitter coffee and a haphazard lift in his walk. He was going to have an earful later, if Shiraishi caught wind of thisâthe way he sat down right in front of you without even saying "hello," the way he was staring at you and then your journal.
A small quirk of his upper lip and he was asking: "What are you doing?"
You shrugged, sipping at your drink. "Had a minute between class, thought I'd take a break." Your foot shoved your backpack closer to you instead of being so close to Ogata under the table.Â
"A break, huh?" He leaned back and eyed your journal once more. He fought the smirk that threatened to appear. "You look busy to me."
You waved his words off, attempting to ignore him. You put your journal back in your backpack, clearing your throat.
"Just writing a couple things down so I don't forget them is all."
"Of course," he hummed. "What were you writing?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" he echoed.Â
This was the most he had talked to you in ages, and he was badgering you! You tilted your head, wondering if this was some kind of scheme he picked up from one of your mutual friends. Shiraishi knew you were interested in the pre-med fool. Ogata hadn't figured it out yet, has he?Â
No. No, it didn't seem like he had, but the way he was looking at you...
"You were writing nothing?" he asked, eyes flashing with mirth. He was enjoying this.Â
You sighed softly, your confession leaving in a hushed whisperâtoo quiet for him to hear. He raised an eyebrow to show this.Â
"Poetry," you said, just a bit louder than before.
"Poetry," he echoed. This time, he seemed to relax a little. The quirk of his brow, of his lip relaxed and he was looking at you in a way you did not know how to react to. He was... examining you. But you were not a medical dummy, and you were not a textbookâwhat he was examining, you did not know.Â
He sipped at his coffee, thinking of the best way to continue the line of conversation.
"You write poetry?" he asked.
"Yeah," you weakly said, shrugging.
"Any good?"
You huffed softly, a small smile finding its way to your lips. Was he serious?Â
"Absolutely not," you said.
In your personal opinion, of course. Some people (your friends) said that you were a decent writer. Some people on the internet liked the words you spat out. But somewhere inside of you sat that familiar bug of not being enough. Of being your biggest hater, of sorts.Â
Ogata narrowed his eyes at you, sitting his plastic cup down. He had sipped over half of it in just a few minutes as he thought over your words. And then, he tilted his head.
"Show me."
"What?" you sputtered, sitting up straight.
"Show me your poetry."
"Absolutely not!"
He rolled his eyes, saying your name as if it pained him to do so.
"Notânot right now," you then said, shaking your head. "Let me think about it. I'll... I'll send you a few of my favorite ones," you said, averting your gaze. "I'll text you."
His silence caught your attention once more. He downed the rest of his coffee, checking his phone for the time, and standing up all in the same moment.Â
"Good," he said. "Have a good break."
You watched as he left, a garbled, "Bye, Ogata," following after him. As he tossed his cup in the recycling bin, he glanced back at you and gave a small wave.Â
Just like that, the enigma of your infatuation was gone. The reasoning behind your not-always-amazing poetry walked through the cafĂŠ doors, leaving you alone with the settling reality that now, you had to pick out a few pieces that wouldn't out you for crushing hard on the wannabe dentist.Â
"For fucks sake," you groaned, rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand.
You missed the way Ogata looked at you through the window as he passed by, on his way to the technology center for his third class of the day.Â
Ëâś * returns and future pick ups
or someone comes to return some books before you close for the night
tsukishima k. x gn!reader
m.list / wc: 1k
   the lights on the far end of the library automatically shut off, leaving only half an hour of work left until you could head back to your dorm. thereâs only a couple students left, all studying at their respective tables. tapping the eraser end of your pencil against the check-out counter, you bite the inside of your cheek, counting down the time until you can leave.
  slowly, a couple of them make their departure, the next set of lights shutting off for the evening. closing your eyes, you smile knowing that you only have fifteen minutes left. opening your eyes, you glance at the last person in the library, his back turned to you. turning away from him and looking back down at your homework, the numbers start to jumble, a wave of tiredness taking over.Â
  âokay.. thatâs enough,â you whisper to yourself, setting down your pencil before standing up to sweep the nearby area.Â
  it isnât necessarily your job to be cleaning up the library, however, it gives you something to do in between the slow periods. the individualâs typing echoes in the library, the sound bouncing off of the bookcases and into your free ear. the only thing breaking it is the door to the library opening, a stressed student standing with books piled in his arms.
  your eyes widen at the sight, hand aimlessly resting the broomâs handle against a table. walking across the room, you can feel your confidence growing, âis there anything i can help you with?â
  a head tilts to the side of the books, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. âi found these books and i believe they were meant to be returned here,â he starts carrying them over to the check-out table, the weight of the textbooks seemingly not too heavy for him.
  âyou found them?â you question, raising your eyebrow as he sets them down on the counter, hands resting on your hips.
  âyeah.. my roommate moved out unexpectedly and i think he left these behind on accident,â the mystery student pushes his glasses back up his nose. his short blonde hair spikes at the top, slender fingers pulling his backpack straps closer to him.Â
  nodding, you walk around to the other side of the counter, pulling out your chair so you can check the status of the books. âwell, sorry this return fell on you then. if you wouldnât mind staying here while i scan these in..â you look up from the computer, meeting his gaze, âjust in case some of them arenât our books.â
  âright. yeah, as long as youâre open,â he shrugs his shoulders, shoving his hands into his pockets.
  âweâre open. iâm just hoping i can get these all scanned through before we close. not the most exciting when you work the libraryâs closing shift,â you admit, grabbing a scanner and scanning in the first one, an older textbook with the barcode starting to peel off.Â
  the air feels tense as you continue to scan the books in, your eyes constantly glancing up to look at him. he stands there with his arms crossed, gaze flickering back to you every few seconds. âdo you come to the library very often?â you break the silence, scanning another book.Â
  âi donât have a lot of time to,â he shrugs, leaning against the counter, his knuckle pressed against the top.
  âwell.. itâs a great place to study, and iâm usually here if- you know if you ever needed someone who knows their way around,â you grab the final book, scanning it back in, all of the books seemingly originally coming from the library.Â
  he nods, looking away for a second. glancing back, the mystery man gives a small smile, âyeah, yeah that would be great. iâm sure you have great books on paleontology.â
  âpaleontology? yeah, actually. i know a lot of the students in that program and thereâs usually a few that are in rotation. my next shift is tomorrow if you want to come check it out,â you push the books off to the side, signing off of the computer so you can start closing the library down for the evening.Â
  piling your stuff up, you shove it into your backpack, looking around to see the last patron had left during your conversation. âso, do you go to school here, then?â he questions, standing by the check out counter as you peer down the many walkways, making sure no one was left in the building. taking a few steps between each bookcase, you glance around for fallen books as well.
  âyeah, library science actually. so if you have any dewey decimal questions then iâm the person to ask,â you smile, walking back up to the counter, throwing your backpack over your shoulder.
  âneat,â he whispers, just barely loud enough that you heard it, the quietness of it all bringing a smile to your face. the two of you slowly make your way to the library doors, not quite wanting to end the evening yet, a spark lighting between the two of you. he reaches past you to open the door, following you out of the building.Â
  âwell, i guess iâll see you around thenâŚâ
  âitâs tsukishima, my friends just call me tsuki though,â heâtsukishimaâshrugs again, hands shoved back into his pockets.Â
  âwell then i will see you around tsuki, thanks for returning those again, iâm- weâre all really grateful to have them back,â you lock the door behind you, rain lightly hitting the concrete walkways.
  the two of you start in opposite directions, your dorms seemingly on other sides of the campus. just as youâre about to turn the corner around the building, you hear him shout to you from across the way. his hair is matted down from the rain, glasses covered in droplets. âi didnât catch your name!â
  âitâs l/n! just ask for me at the desk!â you wave to him, reaching your hand back down to hover over your eyes, protecting your face from the rain.
  âwill do!â tsukishima turns back around, smiling to himself. the smile quickly falls as he thinks back to every embarrassing thing he muttered out during the interaction, eyes rolling at his own behavior.
i do think thereâs something so beautiful and heartwarming about sharing your culture with your blorbo and vice versa 𩷠exploring your home country together, taking them to your fav food places, enjoying your once childhood snacks together and getting to share those parts of you with them! â¨
synopsis: a snapshot of domestic life with ennoshita where a personal admission leads to physical intimacy and a little chaos.
details: fluff, sorta crack towards the end â slice-of-life â romantic/established relationship â 627 words â gn! reader â timeskip!ennoshita â part of @d1strict99's GLTA event â based on "human" by dodie clark and tom walker
"I have a confession to make."
Ennoshita's eyes widen. "What?"
"Nothing scary. Don't worry. No bad newsâŚ"
He relaxes back into the soft mattress of your shared bed. "OkayâŚbut, what is it?"
"Might sound weird, though."
"Eh, I've probably heard worse. Shoot."
You turn your body to face him, and he does the same. He patiently waits for you to share your thoughts.
"Sometimes I want to reach into your soul."
Suddenly, the hum of the air conditioner in your room sounds so much louder.
"Wh-What?" Ennoshita blinks at you as he attempts to process what you've just told him, but you don't see a hint of judgment on his face.
"Don't you ever justâŚwanna dig into the essence of a person? Know all their secrets, in and out?"
He continues staring at you, almost like he's entranced by something. He hums before speaking. "Oh, that'sâŚ"
And almost like he's proving your point, seeing Ennoshita lost in thought activates this unexplainable yearning in your chest.
Sometimes, I want to know everything that goes on in his head.
What does he think about me?
When he says he loves me, what does it feel like?
Are there things he wants to tell me but would never say out loud?
"Hey," he says, tapping a finger on your nose. "Don't overthink my reaction. You didn't say anything weird."
"I- huh. Surprisingly, I wasn't thinking about that."
Ennoshita chuckles. "So, were you thinking about digging into my soul?"
"Maybe I was," you admit, unable to fight the smile on your face.
"Then, I'm not any better than you."
"What do you mean?"
He moves forward until your faces are inches apart. "Sometimes, I wonder what it's like to merge my soul with yours."
That leaves you breathless.
"Not just figuring you out, but really being one with you, you know?"
"OhâŚ"
Heat rushes to your face. What the hell.
"C'mere," he whispers, gesturing for you to come closer.
You expect an embrace, but when he pulls you in, you find yourself lying under him.
Ennoshita's weight on top of you isâŚoverwhelming yet comforting. An odd sensation that satisfies your cravingsâand his cravings, you assume, if the relaxed sigh into your neck is anything to go by.
"I'm not crushing you, am I?"
"No."
"Good." He snuggles further into you before continuing to mutter into your ear. "It's times like these that I wish we could go beyond physical boundaries."
"I don't know. Maybe a certain Viktor Frankenstein might be able to help us merge for real."
You feel the deep rumble of Ennoshita's laugh in your own chest.
"That's gonna be one hell of a movie; lovers seek a mad scientist to help them with their intimacy needs."
"And would that end in horror?"
"OhâŚprobably."
A giggle escapes your mouth, and you wrap your arms around Ennoshita even tighter.
"Okay, for real. Can you breathe?"
"Yes."
"See, I would like to do this forever, but I don't wanna hurt you through my soul-merging endeavors."
You burst into laughter. "Soul-merging endeavors?"
"Yes- Okay, wait, I'm worried," Ennoshita starts to peel his body away. "All this soul talk, and I might actually see yours."
"Nooooo, come back!" You grip his shoulders, which start shaking as he joins in on the laughter.
"You need air to laugh!"
"Okay, okay, just return to being my personal hydraulic presser!"
"Hydraulic presser?"
Man, your stomach hurts.
"Oh, love, what would I do without you?" he chokes out in between giggles.
It takes a few more minutes for the two of you to settle down and catch your breath.
"Aren't we humans just fascinating?" you muse, staring at the ceiling.
"However fascinating they are," Ennoshita pokes your cheek, "you're my favorite human."
Hagakure Toru thinks her quirk is pretty handy for hero work. Sneaking up on unsuspecting villains and outsmarting them? Itâs no wonder that invisibility was a popular answer to âWhat superpower would you have?â
However, what most people didnât realize was that an invisibility quirk came withâŚguess what? Â
Invisibility.
It was rather annoying that her invisibility quirk only âworkedâ when she was bare. After her acceptance to UA, she was rather conflicted about her hero costumeâs designâor the lack thereof. Hagakure didnât quite like the feeling of being nude, but she needed her quirk to work to her advantage; she wasnât experienced in combat.
That also meant that she had overheard people talking about her state of undress. It made her skin crawl, but what could she do? It was true.Â
So, youâd think it shouldnât have been weird anymore whenever she wore her uniform and regular clothes, right?Â
Well, no. The thing about being invisible while your garments arenât is that you are a fascinating spectacle.
âWhoa! Okaasan, look, those clothes are floating!â
Close enough, kid.
And sure, that kind of attention isnât so bad. It could be positive, even. ExceptâŚHagakure wants to disagree.Â
Itâs not authentic visibility.
If it was, why was she always the second choice or the afterthought?
Why did she have to do all these things just so people would approach her, talk to her, remember her?Â
Imagine not having a face to put a name to.
Hagakure wasnât sure if she could spend the rest of her life like this. She could only take so much of putting herself out there and being disappointed in the outcomeâtrying so hard to be friends with everyone, only to continue feeling like a background character.Â
(Heck, probably the background itself.)
So, sure, call her a little selfish, but Hagakure applied to UA in the hopes that she could make a name for herself. Imagine being the very first invisible hero, bringing those old comic books to life!
She may not end up being incredibly popular like All Might or Present Mic, but hero work is still hero work. Itâs meaningful all the same, with the added benefit that she hopes to achieve.
Hagakure tries her very best to be a likable classmate.Â
She zips around the 1A classroom each day, saying at least one thing to everyone. She pushes away the ugly feeling she gets whenever someone mentions they didnât see her there. Itâs not their fault.
In class discussions, she participates actively, disregarding the way her throat sometimes hurts from overuse. She has to speak louder so she can be heard in this chaotic class.
She dials her personality up to make an impression, ignoring her bodyâs reminders of fatigue. The bubbly energy is worth it, even if she is seconds away from wanting to lock herself in a quiet room.
Thatâs the necessary sacrifice, Hagakure thinks.
Itâll pass, she tells herself when she locks herself away to cry.Â
Except she canât stop feeling incredibly annoyed with herself. She feels stupid. No one is treating her badly at all!Â
So why?
Why does she feel like this?
Hagakure gives in one day.
That morning, she walks into 1Aâs classroom without uttering a single word. She sits at her desk, staring ahead. The chatter and buzz from her classmates fill her ears, but she leaves them be.Â
She feels like sheâs right back where she started: people-watcher extraordinaire. But, the other part of her thinks itâs actually quite nice to just live and exist without expectation. Maybe.
OrâŚ
Hagakure feels like crying out of nowhere. When she shakes her head to will the tears away, she almost laughs at her momentary self-consciousness.
Itâs not like anyoneâs gonna see me do it.
Itâs not like anyoneâs going to see me.
ItâsâŚ
Hagakure stands up abruptly and leaves the classroom, heart twisting in her chest.
I stop one time, and itâs all falling apart.
And itâs not like anyone would notice, right?
The morning bell rings almost too suddenly, and she wants to scream in frustration. When a student accidentally shoves her as he rushes to his classroom, she has to take a few deep breaths.
Donât lose it, Tooru.
âHagakure.â
She doesnât trust herself to speak out loud.
âHagakure?â Aizawa-sensei puts his clipboard down, noticing the lack of response. She can feel him staring at her. He knows sheâs here, at least.
After taking a few seconds to breathe, Hagakure eventually clears her throat. âPresent.â
âYou took some time to respond.â He raises an eyebrow. âWere you not paying attention?â
âIâŚâ
Itâs not like sheâd outright admit that she was about to break down right then and there, right?
âSorry, Aizawa-sensei. I zoned out for a second. I apologize. It wonât happen again.â
Her homeroom teacher gives her an unreadable stare. She wonders what he thinksâwhat he sees. Thankfully, he resumes the roll call after a few seconds; she can no longer stand the silence in the classroom.Â
âHm. Bakugo?â
âHere,â the hothead grunts in the seat behind her.Â
Hagakure continues to stare ahead, not daring a glance at any of her classmates.Â
The rest of the day is torture, but maybe invisibility does have its perks.Â
No one can see the permanent frown on her face. No one can see if sheâs closing her eyes, biting her lip, or wiping her tears away.
For once, sheâs happy not to be perceived.
âHagakure?â
The classroom should be empty at lunch break, and she intended to stay behind. She had neither the energy nor the appetite.
âHagakure, are you okay?â
She doesnât know why youâre standing in front of her desk right now.
âFine,â she responds, tone flatter than her usual. âUm, mânot hungry.â
âAre you sick?â You reach out to feel her temperature, but she notices how your cautiously you move as you estimate where her forehead might be.Â
âNo, no,â she responds, leaning back, causing you to drop your hand. âUm. Iâm just sleepy.â
You hum at Hagakureâs excuse, and she can tell youâre not entirely convinced. âStill, you should eat a little bit to get through the day. We can grab a snack.â
âIâŚIâm fine.â
âI can get something for you if youâd like to eat here instead?â
âNo. Itâs fine,â she repeats. âYou donât need to worry about me.â
Internally, Hagakure laughs bitterly at the irony. This is the kind of treatment sheâs wanted all her life. Why is she pushing it away now?
Still, she waits for you to concede, to just nod and leave her alone without a second thought, like everyone always does-
âHagakure. Thatâs ridiculous.â
âWhat?â
You grab a nearby chair and sit next to her. âHow can I not worry about you? Youâre my friend.â
Something twists in Hagakureâs chest.
âIâm going to worry if youâre tired, sick, or whatever. Even if itâs something that can be resolved in a day.â You sigh, then soften your voice. âSomething seemed wrong today, so I wanted to check on you.â
For a few seconds, the silence of the classroom becomes more pronounced. Hagakure doesnât know what to say or feel.Â
âMe?â
You nod.
âI donât-âÂ
To Hagakureâs horror, she cuts herself off with a choked sob.Â
âUm. Sorry, sorry. I-â
âItâs okay. Come here,â you shake your head, opening your arms. The gesture causes the floodgates to burst, and she doesnât fight it when she falls into your embrace.
About fifteen minutes later, the rest of the 1A girls drop by the classroom with bags of food. It turns out, they had been waiting outside the whole time. It was only when they realized that Hagakure hadnât joined them that they truly knew something was wrong.
âWe got you that caramel you like from the vending machine,â Uraraka says, scattering the candies over Hagakureâs lunch tray.Â
âThank you,â Hagakure replies, voice shaking a little. Itâs a simple gesture, but somehow, it means the world to her.
âOf course!â The rosy-cheeked girl beams, settling back into her seat.
Hagakure never thought sheâd see the day a group of people would sit in a circle around her table. She feels soâŚseen.
âAnyway, if itâs not a bad time to ask,â Yaoyorozu starts in a gentle voice, âdid something happen?â
âOr, if you donât want to talk about it, is there any way we can help you right now?â you add, gently holding her hand.
The rest of the girls nod. Hagakure looks around, taking in their kind expressions.
Theyâre all here for her.
They want to listen and help.
âI justâŚâ She starts, breathing deeply to gather courage. âI just want to be seen.â
âWhat do you mean?â Jirou asks.
âI wasnât always the cheery, happy-go-lucky person I am now,â Hagakure admits. âMy invisibility quirk makes it easy for others toâŚforget me.â
The girls go silent at her admission, and Hagakure wonders what goes on in their heads.Â
âForget you?â Mina gasps. âHow could anyone forget you?â
âI-I donât know. It just happens.â Hagakure feels her eyes moisten. âThatâs why I tried to be more social this year. The more I put myself out there, the more people would pay attentionâŚand remember me, I guess.
Sympathetic noises fill the classroom.
âYou donât need to pretend to be someone youâre not, ribbit.â
âI, hmâŚâ Hagakure bites her lip at Tsuyuâs words. âItâs not that Iâm pretending. I like putting in the effort to get along with the others. Itâs just hard to keep the energy up all the time. Maybe Iâm not used to it yet, or somethingâŚâ
Yaoyorozu frowns. âThat makes sense. Is that why youâve been quiet today?â
âYeah, andâŚthereâs this weird feeling I get sometimes. Itâs like thereâs a voice in my head that tells me I still donât fit in, but no one in class is leaving me out on purposeâŚI just feel disconnected for no big reason.â
A silence falls over the group, causing a chill to travel through Hagakureâs body. She doesnât want them to think theyâve done anything wrong.
âIâm really sorry you feel that way,â Uraraka says quietly. âIf thereâs something we might have done, or might do in the future, you can tell us. We wonât be mad.â
âYeah,â Jirou adds. âWe like having you around. The last thing we want is to do something that upsets you.â
âOh, guysâŚâ Hagakure shakes her head. âNo, no, like I said, you guys havenât done anything wrong. I could be overreacting to thingsâŚâ
âIf it helpsâŚyouâre not the only one, Toru.â Your voice cuts through her worries, and her heart skips a beat when she processes what you said. âAdjusting to so many new things has left me feeling that way at times. I also worry about what others think of meâas a classmate, as a friend, as a hero-in-training, and all sorts of other things. Navigating all these parts of ourselves is tough.â
Everyone in the circle gets a little lost in thought at your words, eventually nodding along and muttering words of agreement.
Hagakure gasps. âReally? OhâŚâ She feels like crying again, but this time, itâs from reliefâeven if the problem hasnât exactly been resolved, at least she can breathe.
âWe all have our struggles, but we have each other. Weâre here for you.â
âYouâre one of us, and we will remind you whenever your mind tries telling you otherwise.â
âYou donât need to push yourself to get our attention or approval. We like you as you are, ribbit.â
âI-I love you guys-â The words tumble out of her mouth, and before she can process it, Hagakure finds herself in the center of a group hug.
The sensation is unlike any otherâitâs grounding. The surrounding warmth makes her feelâŚpresent.Â
Real.Â
Visible.
Hagakure will certainly remember this lunch period for the rest of her life (and eventually, she will recognize the different ways her friends and classmates value her place in this world).
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