little kuno

shy/hy/shx/she/he , no they pls

writer / yumeshipper / not very good artist

non-writing/personal acc is @kakiuchiyuri

everyone should read this super amazing jiroshi fic 👀👀👀👀👀 hahahahahahhaa

There's glass on the floor. Hundreds of tiny shards, all over the floor and the bed and the desk. “I'm sorry!” A pause. “Can you throw me my ball back?”

Uryu reaches for one of the bags, before Tsubaki smacks his hand away. He mutters something under his breath— probably don't be greedy.

Samatoki sighs. Because really, what the hell. The bag was just sitting on the counter when he got here— surely Gentaro had seen it at some point. Which really begs the question, which one of his idiot teammates was doing drugs?

Jiro was having a bad day.

“Is that a recipe book?” Jyushi asks. Kuko smacks him lightly. “Obviously.”

Somewhere along the way, Hifumi’s apartment had turned into a jungle.

Things had been fine in the morning, too. Everything was fine until Hifumi put on this stupid movie and Saburo flipped out on him. Ugh, this was all his fault. He should’ve just put on something cute and fun, even if he thought Saburo would call it stupid. The middle schooler calling him cringe was surely a better fate than this.

How Kuko got into his house, Sasara has no idea. He hadn’t given the boy a spare key, and his windows are always locked. “Oh,” Kuko says. “You’re home early.”

Hitoya wakes up after a night out drinking. Rei is there.

Samatoki isn't sure exactly why, but he keeps his promise.

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Dice, despite what Gentaro might expect. A homeless gambler, who would bet anything— including his own life— ending up with too many clothes.

with time, they would rebuild.