thomaki ♡

—; hey, traveller!

[y-aki-soba]

"don't run on the ice ... 'cause if you fall down, i won't help you up, you gotta learn somehow." — thoma. (rebeum scutum)

ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ʟᴀꜱᴛ, ᴛᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴇʀ.

welcome to my side blog~!! this is where i'll post my artworks, reblogs, random posts or random things i find

『 she/her | enfp | aki 』

ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴛᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. •°. *࿐

for pfp — a-okay, just ask me first, or at least credit me properly

speedpaints — will be found on my tiktok acc: movchiie

『 main writing blog. @gumilac — book blog. @aki-lles 』

[writerformanymuses]

i don't cope with my trauma. i put it in my writing and make some other poor sap cope with my fucking trauma for me.

i'm doubling that shit and giving it to the next person.

[arkzsq]

THANK YOU FOR SUNSHINE, THANK YOU FOR RAIN — FUSHIGURO M.

synopsis: y/n had no way of getting home in the raging storm, that was until megrim came to the rescue

wc: 335

tags: megumi × gn! reader, fluff, rainy day

a/n: it's been raining a lot here, so i decided to incorporate that in this story. hope you enjoy!

rain hammered against the roof in a frantic, uneven rhythm. the sky churned with an angry grey as it the distant thunder rumbled like a warning. you flinched as the lighting shook the air not too far from campus. a frown tugged at your lips as you contemplated how, in this near-typhoon, you were going to make it home.

you stared out the window, lost in thought, ‘maybe if i use my jacket, i wont get too too wet…or maybe if i run fast enough, i could avoid the worst of it…’

“are you going home?”

the spikey-haired boy broke your train of thought you as he slung his bag hanging haphazardly over his shoulder, leaning against the doorframe in front of you. 

your gaze flickered between him and the soaked window, “i don’t think i’m gonna make it in this rain, ‘gumi. i’ll just wait until it eases up a bit. 

“you live in the direction of the convenience store, right?”

you tilted your head, nodding slowly, “yea, why?”

from behind him, megumi pulled an umbrella out of the side pocket of his bag, “let me walk you home then. i’m going in that direction today anyway.”

almost startled that he even offered to help, you fought the smile that was sneaking onto your face, “aww, ‘gumi! how sweet of you~” you teased, swinging your feet like a little kid. 

a flush spread across his face as he looked away, “make up your mind already…are you coming or not?”

you sprung up, grabbing your bag immediately, “oh— yea, of course i’m coming. no way i’m sitting here stranded all afternoon.”

you made your way over to him, softening your voice, “thank you, really. i do appreciate it. i’ll get you something extra delicious from the convenience store to pay you back!”

megumi scoffed, turning his head away with a dismissive scoff, “just…lets go, okay?” 

but the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his words as the two of you stepped out into the rain.

[cigarette-crybaby]

I read somewhere that in 7 years every cell of my body will be replaced, that I will be brand new. That I will be someone you never touched.

But I am terrified science lied.

Because I still tie my laces the way you taught me double knot, pull once more ‘just in case.’

I still cook pesto with too much olive oil because you swore it tasted better that way.

I still turn down the corners of book pages instead of using a bookmark, because you said it felt like wounding the story just enough to find your way back.

I still count stairs in threes because you laughed when I tripped that one time, and it felt like a private superstition we carved into the world.

And worst of all, I fell in love with a song yesterday and at some point in the loop I realised just how violently you would have loved it.

So tell me,

how can I pretend you never touched me, when even my smallest habits still wear your fingerprints?

And if every cell of me will be new one day, what does that matter, if every ghost in me is still you?

And if I am someone you never touched,

then who are you?

A stranger I never kissed,

or the ghost still living in the way I breathe?

[orangeflowerr]

YOU GOT ME MOONSTRUCK

𖦹 0.2k words, cliché, fluff w Tsukishima

“Can I have your shirt?”

You pleaded, tugging on his arm as you made the walk home from school.

“No.”

“Please, everyone else’s girlfriend wears their jerseys!”

You looked up at him with doe eyes, a measure that usually made Tsukishima give in. He turned away, in hopes you couldn’t see the pink tint on his face. To his dismay you had caught a glimpse.

He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses further up his nose, facing you again.

“Still no.”

You grumbled softly under your breath as you continued walking home, this time in silence.

“Wait here.”

He mumbled out as you approached his house. You stood there for a few minutes before he finally returned, one arm hidden behind him. He sheepishly pulled the item out from behind and thrust it into your arms. The item was neatly folded, the number 11 slightly faded. It was hard to contain the excitement that was beginning to bubble.

“Thank you, Tsukki!”

You reached up and placed a kiss upon his cheek. His face is blooming a darker shade than before.

“It was nothing.”

Tsukishima’s attempt to keep up the facade of stoicism he always displayed but unfortunately for him, his biggest weakness was you.

an: I’m thinking of maybe doing a part 2 to this. feedback would be appreciated! 💗

[ofourlee]

megumi x reader

you nudge megumi softly, your head nestled against his chest, the warmth of the blankets making the quiet night feel even cozier.

“i want ice cream,” you whisper, your voice barely louder than a breath.

megumi groans, not bothering to open his eyes. “baby, it’s 1 a.m. you don’t really want ice cream right now.”

megumi’s arm tightens around you, as if to convince you to stay put.

but you’re not so easily deterred.

you shift, sitting up just enough to give him that wide-eyed, innocent look you know he can’t resist.

“i do, though,” you say, a playful pout on your lips. “please, gumi?”

he cracks one eye open, staring at you with a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“first of all, it’s the middle of the night. second, you didn’t call me baby. third, we could literally just go tomorrow,” he mumbles, trying to close his eyes again, but you can see the grin starting to creep up.

you lean closer, resting your chin on his chest, your lips just inches from his.

“but it won’t taste as good tomorrow,” you tease, drawing out the words, “please, baby. i want ice cream now.” you bat your eyelashes dramatically, giving him that final, over-the-top pout

he sighs, dragging it out like he’s in real agony, before he finally opens both eyes. “you’re impossible,” he groans, tossing the blanket aside.

but before you can respond, he’s already reaching for his keys, muttering, “ice cream at 1 a.m. i can’t believe i’m doing this.”

you grin, unable to hide your excitement as you grab his hand, practically bouncing. “you love me,” you sing-song as you head out the door.

megumi chuckles, pulling you close as you step out into the cool night air. “yeah, yeah. lucky for you, i do.”

[every-megumi-fushiguro]

[y-aki-soba]

oh– oh, he's so baby. he's so baby grumpy 🥹😭

[rychanuwu]

when the wip is whipping my ass…

[y-aki-soba]

whip this wip's ass back !!!!! you're doing great 😤

[hinamie]

*about any given drawing* cranking the saturation slider will fix this

[y-aki-soba]

THE COOOOOLORS!!!!!!! IM SOOOOOO OBSESSED,, he looks so good in your style !!!! i love my baby itadori 🥺💌 you're so amazing please dont stop makingg gorjus art

[artisticxlly]

Sparring Partner

[y-aki-soba]

good lord— megumi 😫 ... ALSO !! hi itadori 🥰

[y-aki-soba]

spidey-gumi in the spiderverse

aki's notes. i take no credit for the concept,, i was heavily inspired by my friend, @rinoomi, and her take on nerdjo !!! i just wanted to try what she did and do it for megumi hihihi

[katscherry-deactivated20260506]

the first time you lean your head on him, megumi fushiguro completely freezes. it was late at a movie night with everyone, they decided to watch horror and you told them you could handle it and it would be totally fine, the grip you had on megumi's forearm told a different story though. about quarter way into the movie though,you gave up and just huddled next to your sweet, strong, boyfriend who would protect you from all the jumpscares by holding up a pillow. you were tired, and you had stopped paying attention to the movie, all the screams like background noise in your drowsy mind and you fell asleep. right on megumi's shoulder. and he noticed immediately but didn't dare move his body, scared that you'd wake up. his face is in such a deep shade of red right now that he was sure that if the lights were on nobara would definitely laugh at him. he slowly turns his head and his eyes land on you. sleeping peacefully despite the racket the movie was making. he gently brushes a strand of hair out of your face and just admires you. your head was on his shoulder. because he was yours. and you were his. heaven knows what he'd done to end up in a situation like this but he wasn't complaining. he thinks he would like to spend the rest of his life here, with you, admiring you, protecting you, just by your side. he carefully leans his head over and presses a chaste kiss on your forehead.

a camera flash. giggles. a grumpy megumi. and a very confused and sleepy you that had woken up. that photo turned out to be one of your favourites.

©hikariyaps2025

[y-aki-soba]

giggling, kicking my feet and twirling my hair

[ddfgekg]

Megumi wishes you a happy and safe pride month!!

Day one of drawing something (not)every day for pride month

[y-aki-soba]

HE'S SOOOOOO TINYYYY !!! i love him

[fullwarmth]

[oikawa] two sides

[y-aki-soba]

i'm eating this artsyle nomnomnom

[ofourlee]

the floor creaks beneath your feet as you tiptoe across your bedroom, heart pounding in your chest.

your boyfriend, megumi, is crouched by the window, his lopsided grin making it impossible to stay mad at him for climbing the tree into your room—again.

“do you always have to make so much noise?” you whisper, grabbing his arm and yanking him inside.

“blame the tree branches,” he whispers back, brushing off imaginary leaves from his hoodie.

but before you can answer, the sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the hallway. your eyes widen.

“it’s my dad!” you hiss, shoving him toward the closet. he snickers but doesn’t argue, slipping inside just as the door handle turns.

you grab a random book from your desk and spin around, trying to look casual.

your dad steps in, his brow furrowed. “what are you doing?”

“just… reading,” you say, holding up the book. it’s upside down.

for one horrible moment, you’re sure he’s going to check the closet.

megumi’s cologne lingers faintly in the air, and you pray your dad won’t notice.

your dad squints, but he doesn’t seem to notice. his gaze sweeps the room, lingering on the window for a moment.

“keep it down,” he mutters before shutting the door behind him.

you don’t move until you hear his footsteps retreat. then you rush to the closet, yanking the door open.

megumi steps out, his crooked smile even wider now.

“you’re lucky i fit under there,” he teases, sitting back on his knees in front of you.

“you’re lucky he didn’t check,” you counter, but before you can say more, he cups your face with both hands, grinning like he just got away with a heist.

he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “relax, baby. i’ve got stealth skills, remember?”

you roll your eyes. “stealth skills? you tripped on the way in.”

[y-aki-soba]

i love playful, smiley, goofy megumi so much

[nayasch]

[y-aki-soba]

HE'S SOOOOOOOOO 😫😫😫😫😫😫 THE COMPRESSION SHIRT SHUT UPPPPPP

[resortedhero]

Both Kugisaki and Fushiguro deciding to share the burden of guilt with Itadori because they know they can't absolve him from it. Can anyone hear me. Anyone at all.

That makes us accomplices vs It's our fault.

It just warms my heart that they don't say something like it's not your fault or it can't be helped. Because there's no way he'll forgive himself. So they share the blame equally and it makes them less alone. I love them so much my family. Can anyone hear m