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you asked for this / @lionbarrage
shinkai gasps, rising from his bed to head to his doorframe, where he retrieves a treasure, a gift, a snickers bar. without wasting a moment he heads out and right into fukutomi’s dorm.
“ hey juichi, wanna share a snickers with me? “
i couldn’t sleep knowing i hadn’t drawn this clown yet
burnishsoul:
gentle thumbs glide over the heat of the wound and despite just speaking about it, it takes a moment for his inability to do anything about it kicks in. he makes a mental note to add aloe vera to the next grocery run. he determines it is not serious but aches, nevertheless, for the larger discomfort it represents; that the skin will pucker and peel and leave behind evidence that things are different.
lio's smile remains in place, softened in its indecision to allow the sadness its place or push passed it. “ i’m fine, ” it has the quickness to escape of an automatic response. there have been a lot of people asking him that question lately — he would reckon just as many asking his comrade the same. it is not wholly honest though, and immediate guilt drags his gaze up from his finished inspection to make a silent apology. if there are only two people who have any true indication of what he’s going through, gueira is one of them. considerate to not touch where the burn will be affected, lio gives his hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. “ some days it’s easier than others… and some days i stand in a dark room because i forget i need to turn on a light switch. ”
gueira is right. they are like glass. so easy to break. lio sighs, picking out his words carefully, “ we were always human, we were never immortal to begin with but is it too egotistical to admit… i feel a little like we went from being small gods, creation hot in the palms of our hands, to being ordinary mortals again? ” lio thinks it might have been. a flush rises to his face, the heat of it not nearly as pleasant as the one he misses. it would have been easier and less self - important to say he feels useless; like the purpose has been sucked out of him. who is he now that he does not have burnish people to protect? now that he is not one of them himself? “ how are you handling things, mortal fragility aside? ”
although expected, gueira still gives a wry smile at the other’s more automatic response. how many times has he been pestered with those words? how many times has he himself given that very same response in these past few weeks? he can’t blame lio. can he ever? taking his hand back, lets his fingers tap a nonsensical rhythm against his thigh.
and the response truly pains him, because he can relate so precisely. even when his words turn a touch poetic, toeing egotistical, gueira can find no fault. even amongst their own kind they were powerful. their armor a step ( or three ) above the rest. it’s hard not to feel so fucking vulnerable at the drastic change.
but at the very least, lio gets a bark of a laugh out of him. maybe it’s still a bit bitter, but that can be look past for the time being. uninjured hand reaches up to card through his hair; neck craning back so he can gaze above before it’s back on lio.
“ not the best, boss. “ he produces yet another match and begins twirling it between his fingers, thankfully unlit for the time being. “ i can’t.... i can’t get myself to relax. we’re not being hunted anymore but sometimes it feels like one big trap, yanno? like i’m gonna wake up one day in a lab! “ fingers pause their movements and he takes a breath, he knows he’s getting worked up again. “ ah but what burnish ain’t feelin’ like this, yeah? “ and as if to calm himself, he strikes the match, watching as it comes to life. as they once could. “ but the bright side? i’ve been eatin’ like a king! that galo was right, the pizza here’s to die for. “
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burnishsoul:
a pang tightens his chest at the title, familiar and oddly nostalgic considering it is the only thing that seems to have not changed. lio knows exactly feeling. he’d burned his hands in a sink of all things that morning. funny that something used to extinguish could do the opposite.
a huff escapes, not quite swayed to a particular emotion but there is a shadow of amusement on his lips. “ yeah — yeah. strange to know hot things burn, ” lio says, as if it is not common knowledge that they used to be two of the burning things. his voice sits in a weird place, wistful but a shade darker. “ but forget where the line is? or… to have to learn there is a line to begin with, i guess. it is easy to remember ice is cold, than it is to remember burns don’t feel hot while they’re burning now that we… ” there’s a pause where burnish would be, “ …don’t heal immediately. ” he spares a smile, knowing, if a bit sad and gestures for gueira’s hand to inspect the wound himself.
there’s a moment when he wonders if he should’ve said anything at all. if only because he hates seeing that look on lio’s face. but then he waves it off, their boss is strong enough to take some passing words of frustration. they’ve been through worse. but there’s always something heavy about lio’s words. probably because even now, he puts so much stock into them.
without hesitation, he wipes his finger on his shirt before placing it in the other’s waiting hand. and there’s a warmth there when he does, it’s nothing like the promare. but it’s familiar. comforting.
“ yeah. and compared to... everything before i guess, it almost feels like we’re made of fuckin’ glass. “ eyes then move from watching their hands, to his leader’s face. he can’t help that fondness blooms whenever that happens. and if his tone becomes softer, well that’s just to be expected, isn’t it? in moments like these. “ ..... how’re you holdin’ up though? “
💖 ushi to tendou !
* ♡. / @highskore / tendou & ushijima
satori treks through the area, red hair wildly flying with the brisk wind as it snaps like a whip at rose-colored cheeks. chilly! but manageable — as weight teeters back & forth between converse. finally stopped in front of the adler’s practice gym. sides of his feet digging into the cement of the sidewalk as shoulders hunch up to his jawline. cherry optics shimmer in the blue haze of the sky as the broken strands of golden rays from the sun. late to watch their practice but just in time to pick wakatoshi up from it. not that satori thinks he needs to collect his friend from the practice but he does this every evening. only when he happens to be in the area of their practice or games.
satori visibly brightens, unrestrained mirth stretching lips thin as he catches sight of his favorite spiker. the cat-like curl of his lips as he jogs up & instantly catches both of wakatoshi’s hands within his, slender fingers curling inward has his body sways side to side. ❝ heeeyy wakkun ! how was practice? how’s your setter? are you tired? ❞ quiet yet carrying that excitement that is undeniably his as stars coat the iris of his gaze. & how could they not? he’s staring at one. hands encompassed around as fingers lace together to effectively trap wakatoshi in the prison of hand-holding.
i think ill move iguro + jeanist here since im Probably not getting on their blogs again ghfdklhs
im finally reading dai.ya no ace so expect me to add some muses from there soon!!
* ♡. / @highskore — ( tendou & ushijima )
❝ o~hay~o wakkun ! ❞ tendou has somehow, someway managed to find himself in ushijima’s living space, a spare key twirling around his index finger as a cat-like smile curls lips upward with an unrestrained mirth. ❝ you promised me breakfast this morning before your practice! ❞ he’s lying, he made that up right now — but he will get his breakfast with ushijima if he can help it.
at this point, unexpected visits from tendou have become expected. and despite that, it brings a slight upturn to his lips when his front door is swung open. “ good morning, satori. “ he does not recall this promise. but over the years, he’s gotten better with going along with things. marginally. “ then you are right on time for it. i’m nearly done with the first omurice.”

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☆ / @isolov
“ do you look like that on purpose? “ ah. it’s only after that comes out of his mouth does matsukawa note how rude it actually sounds. but he blames his last-minute excursion into tokyo for his filter lagging more than usual.
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personal space is but two words ; denki knows this better than anybody , having long since nursed a bad habit of breaching boundaries for overfamiliarity’s sake . it’s a bonding exercise , he’ll tell you ! what’s a couple of knocked knees and incidental bloodied noses between friends , really ?
but being on the opposite end of that — no , being on the opposite end of shinkai yuuto , basking in the glow of this blinding fluorescent lighting and mugging him with that hard , jewel - eyed stare — is enough to set every single one of his nerves on fire , if only in the absolute best way possible .
so he bites back . literally . he’s literally close enough to accidentally chomp that little nose clean off , setting the box aside to scoop her hands into his own . with how tightly they’re squeezed , you’d think she was a lifeline .
❛❛ ———– YES , YES , YES ! a million times yes ! of course i’ll be your valentine , yuuto ! i’ve literally never wanted anything more in the past minute and a half ! ❜❜ is that confirmation enough ? and is it considered rude to scream in the face of a potential lover ? ❛❛ please let me take you out tonight , too ! we’ll go wherever you wanna go , and i’ll eat all your chocolates and praise you for your amazing baking skills ! ❜❜
forget every annoyed thought she had in the past ten minutes. this. the closeness, the enthusiasm, even the volume, is 100% worth the wait. if it wasn’t obvious enough from the more genuine smile she’s trying ( and failing ) to bite back.
if kaminari didn’t have her hands in what can only be described as an endearing death grip, she would’ve used one to cover her mouth and steadily reddening cheeks. but! she will not let herself be flustered speechless! at least not yet.
“ you’re such a gentleman, kaminari-kun! i’m craving hotpot, so let’s do that okaaay? “ she frees one of her hands, tapping a finger against her cheek, like she’s thinking hard on something. “ we don’t have to wait for dinner for you to do all that you know. “
yuuto sends a pointed glance down at the set aside box. “ you should eat some now and tell me how they’re the best chocolates you’ve ever had! “ or at least pretty high up there! turns out it can take a try or three before homemade sweets turn out exactly how you want them to.
☆ / @burnishsoul
" hey bossh, “ gueira starts, the tip of his index finger momentarily in his mouth, having foolishly burned himself while playing with matches. the look he gives their leader ( former? nah. he’ll still follow this man to the ends of the earth and then some ) is bittersweet. an emphasis on bitter. “ never thought i’d see a day where shit like this was a problem, yanno? “
new starter call ! please reply with who you want / who for if youre a multi !
lionbarrage:
huh. something in fukutomi’s heart really swells at the sight of those eyes widening like that — big, elated, unusually awake and… after a few seconds of warranted processing given the suddenness of this, shocked. it’s a little annoying to him, honestly, how endeared he is by the slightest margin of a change in expression that shinkai makes.
all of his faces are good ones, the bastard.
“ …you could, ” fukutomi asserts, and it’s important to note that he sounds gentler in that delivery than in his initial, much bolder statement; it wouldn’t be much of a date if shinkai didn’t really want to be on one with him, if he’s understanding correctly what these are supposed to be like. and you know, not a hostage situation.
how it was easier to blurt out something like that than it is now, faced with the direct question behind all of this, he’ll never know. he’s never liked to beat around the bush, so it was easy to come out with it; but this part, the one he’d skipped over right into asking him out, is a lot more difficult. he’s been pining for a lot longer than someone who doesn’t beat around the bush can really justify.
swallowing tightly, he nods in affirmation. “ i — i do. ”
expression only just wavering from stone solid, he tries against the odds not to break a sweat visibly — tries to fight the heat rising in his cheeks, too, but to no avail. by the end of him sounding like he’s giving wedding vows, his lip is quivering with nerves and his temple is sweating bullets. “ i have for a long time. is… that alright? ”
it’s really unfair how little fukutomi has to say to get shinkai’s heart to do summersaults in his chest. he likes me. somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s laughing at himself, at how much he sounds like middle schooler getting told for the first time that his crush likes him back. but it looks like, out of the two of them, shinkai’s not holding up all that badly.
his shock easily morphs into something more endeared, so much in fact, that he can’t help but bring a hand up to his chest and over his heart. clichés be damned. this is something people often miss or gloss over with the usually stoic captain. he’s still human. still a high schooler. still shinkai’s best friend that he can’t just leave out to dry much longer.
“ that’s more than alright, “ with the same hand that was on his chest moments ago, he reaches out to take hold of one of fukutomi’s, giving it a light squeeze. “ actually, i take that back. it’s only alright on one condition. “ his expression becomes neutral, lips pouting just a bit.
“ that it’s alright that i’ve liked you for a while too. “ cue a wink. because shinkai hayato is, without a doubt, a bastard to the very end.

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valentine’s day starters. — ♡ shinkai. / @highskore
sentimentality isn’t fukutomi’s specialty.
neither are grand displays of affection — or any display, at all for that matter — or any number of the many, many things that go into this holiday that frankly, he’s never paid attention to. there’s no glory or finish line to cross in a date, so his interest in the matter always flat - lined.
unfortunately, he has a bit of an object of affection. ( mental note: not an object. he’s a man, and you like him a lot, weirdo. ) if he could continue standing here in abject silence and stare holes into the side of shinkai’s head until he understood his feelings for him, he would. and based on how long he does stand there, stone cold and quiet, it’s apparent that he’s trying.
but, alas, shinkai isn’t a mind reader. eventually, he thrusts his hands forward from behind his back and holds out a heart shaped container full of chocolates — wordless at first, for a few seconds too long to be comfortable.
“ … i’m taking you out. ” a pause. that didn’t sound… exactly the way he meant it to, did it? “ on a date. ” another pause. wait, did he ask? … no. oh well. shinkai’s brave enough to reject him if he truly wants to.
juichi’s a funny guy. it’s not a new revelation or even a revelation at all. it’s something shinkai’s learned from their years of friendship. and a side effect of that is not minding when said friend decides to stare him down for a reason he’s sure he’ll find out soon enough. ah, i hope he’s not about to tell me the convenience store ran out of energy bars.
so he’s caught completely off guard when, having been broken from his food-fueled train of thought, there’s a box being shoved towards him. normally sleepy-looking blue eyes go wide, his usual smile surprised right off. though it’s brought right back with the all-rounder’s choice of words.
“ hahaha! i don’t think i can say no to that.” too caught up in how charming and endearing this is, it actually takes a few more moments for what this all implies to really sink in. too intent on light heartedly teasing his friend. too comfortable around him. shinkai nearly drops the box he had begun taking from fukutomi’s grasp; eyes blown even wider this time.
“ .... juichi, you like me? “
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cluelessly , denki complies , eyes trailing to where her finger points . the kanji written there is considerably neater than his own ; a personality befitting of the decor surrounding it . ❛❛ ‘ above . ’ no , ‘ sound ’ . wait —— ❜❜
taking back the box , denki tilts his head in the same direction the note is facing , reading it properly right - side up . ❛❛ … ah ! ‘ kaminari . ’ ❜❜ there we go ! a satisfied nod . he begins to hand it back , happy to help where he can .
and then , after an astonishing amount of time , it clocks .
❛❛ —————– WAIT , ME ?! ❜❜
yanking it back once more — possessively now — denki scans the name written there about two inches from his face with eyes blown wide . lo and behold , this little number is , indeed , addressed to him . and given the context , he’s got a pretty solid idea of what’s inside ; and it’s the very sentiment behind that gesture that sets his heart pounding . ❛❛ y … you’re asking me to be your valentine ? on PURPOSE ? ❜❜
when the box is handed back to her for a second time, yuuto begins to wonder if she should’ve printed his name across the whole box in bright yellow. she’ll keep that in mind for next year. but... maybe getting to see his over the top reaction up close makes this small wait worth it.
it makes an incredibly endeared smile spread across yuuto’s face and she can’t help but giggle into her hand. and she’s glad for it all. it serves as good distraction from the way her cheeks may be flushing or her heart may be pounding; both from his response and for what she’s preparing to do next.
“ well it’s definitely not an accident! “ suddenly, she leans close, practically nose to nose with the sprinter. “ so? will you be my valentine, kaminari-kun? is your answer ‘yes’? “