prayer time’s over

@feitania and Kishibe - roommates

Kishibe doesn't need a roommate and he reminds you of that at least 12 times a week but he wouldn't dream of having you leave. He's so much more sentimental than it seems. Who would've thought that stone cold bastard had such a big soft heart? He lets you decorate any room you like for the most part and he'd be lying if he said he didn't appreciate the warmth that comes with another life in his home. You two don't need to fill all the space with chatter but after a while, you do get him to open up a bit and you learn a lot from the man's life. He learns a lot about yours too. Idk, it's just the right amount of cozy.

@the-travelling-witch X Aki - cafe au

Baker!Aki is dying for your attention after the fist time you visit his shop. It was dead on a weekday afternoon. He gave you a deal on some cookies, insisting it was the end of the day, that they'd go to waste. Since then he's tried to catch your eye and your fancy through some new desserts, pastel macarons, and cute little pastries, and delicate fruit tarts. He listens to you talk when you bring some friends to study there. He's not trying to be weird, but he hears you're not from Japan and starts making German treats he think maybe a taste of home could be nice or well he's ... he's trying okay? He thanks the gods the day you ask him why the menu always changes because you finally give him your number with a promise to teach him how to make some real bread.

@sleepy3 and Beam - childhood best friends

Yall have been inseparable for the last two decades. You spent your youth together. You shared nearly all your elementary and middle school classes together and and never struggled to make time for one another. You're the only one who can calm Beam down, you're his favorite cuddle buddy, annnnd the only reason he probably graduated because got he's adorable and all but his attention span is not it! For his part, he gives you energy and hypes you up all the time. He even hypes you up for that date he doesn't particularly like that you're going on tonight because he doesn't think the guy is good enough for you. But he's still gonna help you pick an outfit and tell you how great you look because he's honest and he cares about you and well, he trusts you to make smart decisions.

@drakenlvr X violence fiend - fake dating

He doesn't seem all that interesting at first and I don't blame you. There's not much to talk about since you finished that one project together. You know, the one you two did all the work for while your asshat classmates sat with their thumbs in their asses? All you really knew about galgali was that he was maybe a bit of a pushover sometimes but he was definitely nice. When he came up to you in the dining hall and asked for you to go to a work event with him as his partner just once god i know its weird but please- you figured, fuck it. There are worse ways to spend a Friday evening than hanging around an acquaintance and getting free food and drinks. Turns out he has a crazy history, a crazier job, and a shockingly cute streak.

@violettierre x Power - enemies to friends to business owners lmao

@feitania Eris - duh. Even if I get relentlessly bullied I wanna hang out and also meet their friends. There has been a threat that I would buy matching friendship necklaces and I stand by it. baking bread sounds,,, so fun,,, pls

@drakenlvr Killian - will we get tattoos? Will we disappear for a few days and emerge missing a limb or two between us? Will we set a city on fire?? Who's to say?

@bertholdts--butt Cay- we have an insane amnt in common and I think we'd talk till we were blue in the fuckin face I think dhskwkdkfv

@the-travelling-witch Holly - I'm dying to cash in on holly doodles on eris and vi hours, talk mad shit and learn more Abt you and watch you blush over inui in person sksks.

@violettierre Violet- I think we could talk forever and your stories are insane lol. We're not always super in touch but 🥺🥺 I care sm Abt you. And also I think you have ppl I'd like to fight in your life. But bread's tag does explicitly say not to steal her and I need to ask you to respect that lololol

@benkeibear rhy -I think we click p well and I need to meet Ace and Dobby so badly T.T the best puppy play date ever. And I'll protect you from all the giant men by biting their ankles (all I can reach).

@sleepy3 Sleepy- cash in on cuddle parties and have a self care night?? Im sold. Maybe hit the gym and put me to absolute shame? Also sold.

@l-tora-l and @a-pair-of-socks - I have a lot I'd like to learn from y'all. Lots of hobby talk here. Plus I need socks to stretch me and laugh at my stubby non ballet approved legs. (A joke- bc anyone can do ballet if they wanna)

His answer came moments later when you jerked in your sleep, fitfully fighting your dream. It was the dampness of involuntarily shed tears on his chest that made it click for him.

Shuji was no stranger to night terrors and immediately began whispering your name and reassurances in his deepest, most soothing tone long before you were conscious enough to hear him. If needed, he'd happily stay awake all night whispering reminders that you were safe, that he was there, that he was real and your dream was not, that you were okay, that he'd protect you from anything. After some time, you woke with a start.

He didn't pry right away. Talking about nightmares in his experience gave them more power, made him slip back into them more easily, so he waited until you offered the details that a hired sniper was after your family in the dream.

Honestly, his heart sank with somewhat misplaced guilt for exposing you to a life that made such a horrific dream find you. But this wasn't about him. So instead, he held you closer. Strong arms pulled you to lay on top of him with your face in his chest and big hands rubbed circles into your back. Slowly but surely he felt the hammering of your heart slow and your eyes dried but he continued his delicate grounding touches and ignored your embarrassed whines of feeling sticky from nightmare fueled sweat and tears.

Don't give a shit, doll, he mumbled into your hair, that's the least of my fuckin' worries.

And as your mind was finishing sorting reality from dreamscape and fact from fiction, the perfectly Shuji quip assured you most of all that you were awake and in the arms of a man that would do anything for you.

You know I'd keep you safe from anything, right? He said, voice going a bit gravelly from sleepiness after the slight adrenaline rush passed after the process of waking and calming you.

Of course Shuji. Get some sleep m'okay now.

No you, he pouted childishly, eyes long closed.

You covered his lips with yours in a goodnight kiss and mumbled a little, Let's both sleep then.

You can't help the tiny smile that flashes over your lips when he mumbles something intelligible as he's falling back asleep.

Months after the initial gift, you were routinely cutting your senior classes to accompany Shuji on trips or getting wrapped into his hijinx to acquire more precious film. You found yourself squatting in alleyways flapping developing film around as if it'd make the image appear faster, laughing with your best friend.

You gifted him the camera not knowing what it'd do to his life. Not realizing it'd give him a purpose and an outlet. You gave it to him as a joke of a gift never expecting anything to come of it and certainly expecting nothing in return.

A year to the day, however, your best friend handed you a little bundle of photos tied together with a length of twine. Unravelling his scant wrapping, you were met with white plastic lined square photos of your likeness...

Your head rested on your folded forearms and all that was visible of your face was a slight pout and your closed eye. Sunlight washed over your napping form and bathed you in a romantic glow.

A photo of your face scrunched up with Shuji's hand imprinted with punishment pinching your cheek like a proud father, smoke curling all around you after your bestie had blown it in your face.

Your back, arms spread wide and chest puffed to the sky with accomplishment as you stood a top a cliff.

A hazy photo, half blocked by two of your fingers though traces of doubles of the image further obscure your face. Your nose is scrunched in annoyance, eyes narrowed as you try and snatch Shuji's camera. You swear you can hear his laugh.

At the bottom of the last photo in the collection of candids, in Shuji's signature scrawl you read: still doesn't last long enough.

You couldn't help the way warmth creeped from your cheeks to your ears. This was a surprise. It shouldn't have been, you supposed, not with how Shuji's eyes were always glued to you, or given how inseparable you lot were. You knew the pair of you were close, even had an inkling that you loved each other but neither of you would say it in so many words. You'd never crossed that line.

Months after the initial gift, you were routinely cutting your senior classes to accompany Shuji on trips or getting wrapped into his hijinx to acquire more precious film. You found yourself squatting in alleyways flapping developing film around as if it'd make the image appear faster, laughing with your best friend.

You gifted him the camera not knowing what it'd do to his life. Not realizing it'd give him a purpose and an outlet. You gave it to him as a joke of a gift never expecting anything to come of it and certainly expecting nothing in return.

A year to the day, however, your best friend handed you a little bundle of photos tied together with a length of twine. Unravelling his scant wrapping, you were met with white plastic lined square photos of your likeness...

Your head rested on your folded forearms and all that was visible of your face was a slight pout and your closed eye. Sunlight washed over your napping form and bathed you in a romantic glow.

A photo of your face scrunched up with Shuji's hand imprinted with punishment pinching your cheek like a proud father, smoke curling all around you after your bestie had blown it in your face.

Your back, arms spread wide and chest puffed to the sky with accomplishment as you stood a top a cliff.

A hazy photo, half blocked by two of your fingers though traces of doubles of the image further obscure your face. Your nose is scrunched in annoyance, eyes narrowed as you try and snatch Shuji's camera. You swear you can hear his laugh.

At the bottom of the last photo in the collection of candids, in Shuji's signature scrawl you read: still doesn't last long enough.

You couldn't help the way warmth creeped from your cheeks to your ears. This was a surprise. It shouldn't have been, you supposed, not with how Shuji's eyes were always glued to you, or given how inseparable you lot were. You knew the pair of you were close, even had an inkling that you loved each other but neither of you would say it in so many words. You'd never crossed that line.