kise kise fall in love! *:･ﾟ✧

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pls don’t judge my lack of art skills but @forgerybuilt it’s nijimura putting a flower crown on him like i said.  💖

fuCK MAN AMBER TY SM I LOVE THIS TO BITS !!!!!!! i will forever scream abt this & your art is so nice like stfu ?? kise w/ a flower crown just makes me so happy & if it’s niji putting it on him it’s even better fdjkhhdksh 💘💘💘💘💘

indie.  private.  phosphophyllite  from  houseki  no  kuni.

“hey, stop that.” harsh words as knuckles gently rack across the other’s scalp. it’s a basketball game, and there’s no time for tears. you just gotta get payback and follow through with the fact that you said you were gonna win. and that’s what they’re gonna do. eyes narrow on the opposing team, hands on his hips, “i’ll lecture later, kise. go show them what you’re capable of.” it’s his graduation, and kise cries. he should have expected this, but none of them know that he’s leaving for america as soon as he leaves from here, and he manages to give them all one last head ruffle, and a small lecture before he turns, and flicks kise in the forehead. “no crying.” he watches kise’s games, even though he’s in america, he has some old teammates go and film the games for him. of course, they do this with other members too – but lips curl when kise’s zoomed in on, and there are tears on his face, “really, nothing’s changed, that idiot. always crying.” it’s fond though when he speaks. it’s years later, and kise still cries about everything, and nijimura is there now. and he’s not good at comforting people, so he challenges him to one on ones, or takes him out to eat, or anything that he could come up with to distract him. “do you believe in aliens?” he remembers saying one time, as the leaned over the ledge of some building that nijimura usually goes to to clear his head. when he gets diagnosed with cancer , kise cries. it starts slow, and then builds up and nijimura can see the guilt on the other’s face. too many cigarettes that nijimura has been near, he can just read the wheels turning in kise’s head. he wonders if maybe he looked like that with his father here too. he hates this place, it’s too bright, too clean, to everything he’s not and kise is still kise, still a crybaby and nijimura takes comfort in that fact. he pulls him over, racks his knuckles on the other’s skull, and scoffs. “it’s not your fault, stupid. this shit happens.” a pause, “and besides, i’m not gonna lose to this. you should know better.” 

if i could go back in time again i would, i would, i would be better and gentle and different i would, i would, i would

all i draw is kise

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. January 1925 (via violentwavesofemotion)

there are many things wrong with smoking ; nijimura could off the top of his head name at least 4 of them. he’s seen so many people come in and out of the hospital with lung cancer, how their loved ones couldn’t do anything – and there’s that pain at the bottom of his stomach at the idea of kise being in the hospital. no. he had to deal with his father ; his coach – he doesn’t want kise to end up there too.  it wouldn’t be fair. dark eyes stay on the glaring red cherry of the cigarette where ash begins to form and lips thin out as kise explains himself and he stomach twists. of course. people who smoke are always running away from something – and maybe, kise wasn’t as fine as nijimura had hoped. the disappointment that came with seeing it, ( he’s use to it - he’s seen it before, but kise never stops and nijimura gets use to it. ) he walks across the room, sitting on the bed next to the other, and looking out at the moon. there’s a red neon light that’s glaring at nijimura in the back of his head, and he’s sure it’s saying that it’s his fault because it probably is. things like this are usually his fault. fingers tighten on his knees and the only person he’s disappointed in is himself. he speaks after a few moments of gathering his thoughts because that’s his job. he’s the senpai , he’s the teacher , he’s the friend and he’s the one who leads and teaches. he lets his head tilt and see the way smoke curls around kise and the moon bounces off of golden locks, and nijimura thinks that kise is other-worldly in this moment and he breathes out. “you’ve always been a good person, kise. of course, there is straying off the path – that’s normal. we’re humans, it’ll happen. it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.” like him, how he’s got anger in his veins and a fist ready to attack whenever he’s cornered. he turns his gaze away  from him, “–you don’t get to tell me what i think of you, kise. that’s for me to decide.”