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Happy New Year, 2025!!
Featuring captain snake this time! And Mika-chan, of course!
Daishou's name is a reference to the "aodaishou", the Japanese rat snake. As a non-venomous snake, it doesn't have fangs like that, there's just a bunch of tiny teeth. But for the sake or recognition, I put them on.
Mika's surname, Yamaka, is a reference to the "yamakagashi", the tiger keelback. This one is venomous, but its fangs are small and on the back of the mouth. So they're not like that either, but... a drawing is a drawing. And as a snake, of course she's striking. Heh.
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He feels every bat of their lashes, every movement of their glances at his sleeping face, his subconscious acknowledges it, and slightly goes into fight or flight. He whines as he forces his heavy eyes to open-
Only to gasp in fear as his subconscious was right: there’s two eyes watching him, unblinking as they stare intently at him, their gaze puppyish and innocent.
He groans, “Sachie, Sachiko, please.” He presses the heel of his hand against his eye to rub them awake, “we talked about this; you can’t scare mommy and daddy awake like this.”
“We sowwy,” Sachie whimpers.
“Just wan’ some wata,” Sachiko finishes. The twins always had a knack for that- being able to finish each others thoughts and sentences.
At any other time, rintaro would be incredibly enamored by it.
Right now, however? Not so much.
Rintaro chuckles softly at their cuteness before looking to the sky, as if to ask for patience. Next to him, you whimper at all the noise, hiking the blankets higher. Rintaro smiles. “Okay, angels,” he says softly, swinging his legs from under the warmth of his covers. “I’ll get you some water.”
“T’ank you,” Sachie murmurs. Sachiko nods at her sister’s appreciation. Rintaro ruffles their hair and gets up from his bed, hands scratching his stomach as he bonelessly shambles to the kitchen. He grabs the cabinet door and opens it to retrieve two cups with lids, making sure they’re clean by sniffing them. He shrugs and makes a move to the fridge, pressing the cups against the water dispenser to fill them enough for the girls to get through the night.
He yawns as he fills the other, eyes growing heavier and heavier the longer he’s vertical, as if the sandman himself is throwing pebbles into his eyes.
He wastes no time in capping off the two cups and making his way back down the hallway to his little girls room, cocking a brow when their two tiny beds are empty.
He spins on his heel to make his way to his bedroom, and god, he’d be so mad if it wasn’t so cute.
Sachie and Sachiko, his precious terror twins, are curled up next to you in his spot, Sachie sucking on her thumb while Sachiko clings to your night shirt. The must’ve tugged you onto your side, because instead of your original position facing away from them, you’re curled against them, one of your arms strewn across them to cuddle them close. You’re drooling softly, and Rintaro can’t fathom the precious sight.
He yawns and plants the small cups on his nightstand before curling up behind Sachiko, trying to get comfortable in the all too small sliver of bed he can just barely fit on. His arm drapes over them both too, burying his face in Sachiko’s soft hair and trying his best to drift back asleep, despite the already deep cramping forming in his back for the uncomfortable position.
Not that he’d dare move them. Nor have it any other way.
So far, there’s been three videos about couples breaking up on your for-you-page, full of tears and heartbreak and anger as you scroll. You try not to linger on these videos for too long, lest they mess up your perfected algorithm, but for some reason, they always find their way back to you.
You don’t know how, or why he would… but you blame Rintaro.
With a huff, you throw your phone back onto the couch and stomp your way into the kitchen, where Rintaro doesn’t even spare you a glance. He merely takes a bite of his sandwich and continues to scroll on TikTok.
“Hey baby,” he says, mouth full of food. “What’s up-“
He’s cut off by you gripping his collar sharply, pulling it taught and pulling him with it. He whimpers and his eyes bug out of his skull, but he doesn’t say anything as you lean down to be face to face with him.
“Listen to me,” you snap, trying not to laugh at the way his puffed cheeks turn up to look at you. “We’re not breaking up.”
“…okay?” He whines a small laugh.
“Listen.” You pull his collar tighter, and he starts to giggle nervously, his cheeks growing bigger as he tries to swallow the bite of food in his mouth around your choking. “If you’re sick of me, take some medicine. If you’re bored of me, go play a video game. If you’re tired of me, take a nap. We’re not breaking up. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?”
He nods around his laughter, trying so hard to weasel free from your gripping of his collar. His hands paw at his plate for a chip to give you, in an attempt to satisfy you, but all you do is click your tongue.
“Do you love me?”
He can’t respond around his laughter.
“I said: DO YOU LOVE ME?!”
Finally, he’s able to nod and choke out a ‘yes,’ bringing the chip to your lips. “Okay,” you whisper menacingly, slowly releasing his collar and taking the chip from his fingers. “I love you too.”
“My throat hurts now,” he pouts.
“I’ll baby you once I’m done fixing my for-you-page,” you promise, kissing his head and leaving the kitchen, leaving him to process what just happened.
anyone whose frequented the meme culture (such as suna himself) is well aware of the long-running phenomenon of “the girlfriend tax” — an instance in which your money is very seldom used on yourself and is instead poured into your girl.
suna always got a little chuckle out of those posts, thinking there was absolutely no way he’d ever spend his money on anyone other than himself (especially not a girl, he’s no fucking simp, okay?) — and yet here he is, fifteen minutes late to his shift, standing in line behind a very disgruntled man currently verbally abusing the barista just so he could order you that damn fancy coffee that you love.
as loathe as suna is to admit it, this isn’t the first instance in which he’s done this. why do you think he has your order down to an absolute tee and could recite it in his sleep?
it’s for the same reason that he chucks back a bit of his paycheck every week so that he can visit that cliche, way-too-pink plushie shop to pick out one of the bug-eyed plushies that he knows you don’t yet own.
or why his credit card is almost weekly charged to hana’s floral boutique with spotted charges from various fast food chains in between.
it’s for the same reason he’s probably sunk over one hundred thousand yen to the local movie theatre, nearly emptying his account due to the outrageous price of those snacks and drinks.
it’s because suna has fallen victim to the girlfriend tax himself — and he isn’t even upset about. not one bit. because the way your face lights up when you’re around him, or when he presents you with a bouquet of flowers at the end of the week, or when you see that brand new plush in his hands, or when you grab that coffee gratefully with both of your adorable hands and take a sip with the cutest happy sigh, or when you snuggle into him at the movie theater —
well, that just makes it more than worth the thin wallet.
thank you so so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed! <3
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hi hi if you’re still taking requests! Suna and you doing the heart lipstick on cheek photo shoot together which turns out cute but rin didn’t realise he took a lipstick that leaves a stain and it doesn’t come off and goes to practice with it
HEART CHEEK TREND W/ SUNA
CW. none just fluff!!
A/N. this is so /.\ if u dont know what trend anon is talking abt, you draw half a heart on ur cheek then smoosh ur cheek with someone else’s (so it transfers) and when u put ur cheeks together it creates a full <3 :ppp
“Rin, look at the pictures!” you exclaim, hand is extended towards him as he swipes through the pictures you two took. He looks half-amused as he views them.
He knows how much you’ve been wanting to do that dumb little trend, but he was glad he could do something as simple as sit still and just smoosh his cheek with yours just to make you happy.
“Looks good, babe,” Suna smiles, he gives you a small kiss on the cheek before staring at himself in his phone’s reflection. “Now let’s get this off, yeah? I got an hour ‘til practice,”
“Mhm! Thank you, Rin!” you glee, putting your phone down to run and grab your make up wipes.
As you gently started to wipe at the half-heart on his cheek, you were happy to see it start to fade. But soon the gentle strokes were not enough. A faint mark was still visible. This led you to use a little bit more force.
“Shit, you’re wiping too hard,” his hand nudges at yours.
“Well- Rin,” you say between swipes of your hand. “This might or might not be coming off of you,”
“What the hell do you mean—”
You swiftly cut him off by grabbing the lip product that he had decided to grab from your pouch. The words LIP STAIN in bolded letters stared back at you.
Maybe you’d just spare him the details and live with the consequences.
———
This is one of the rare times that Suna would be a little bit upset at you.
It’s not your fault, well, maybe it is. Maybe you shouldn’t have a relied on him to choose the right lipstick. It’s stupid though, they all look the exact same. But nonetheless, he now had to go to practice with half of a heart displayed on his cheek.
He’s conscious of himself as he walks into practice. He hopes no one says anything but of course, the twins beat him to the punch.
“Damn, Sunarin, did Y/N beat ya?” The blonde twin notes, his face scrunched up in pity.
“No dumbass, it’s that little trend that’s on Tiktok,” Osamu punches in. “That’s cute, man,”
“Oh, really?” Atsumu’s previous facial expression is replaced by a more mischievous one as he grabs Suna’s face and smooshes it with his own, mocking the trend, “you’re so in looove,”
Suna can feel the heat rising to his face but manages to keep a poker face as he pushes Atsumu away with a breathy laugh.
“Whatever, don’t tease me ‘cuz you can’t find a girlfriend,” he muses.
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