. LABRAT KING .

heeeeeey so. i havent been very active recently because school + overall anxiety w/ drafts piling up and such is really kicking my ass lmao!! so im really very sorry but im going to have to drop the majority of my threads!!!! ill still be replying to my starter call (albeit very slowly) here, and im super up to plotting out short threads (text-turned mini para sounds right up my alley rn tbh)?

YOU & ME  (ᶜᵘʳʳᵉᶰᵗˡʸ: ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ)

@hopehearted​

YOU & ME  (ᶜᵘʳʳᵉᶰᵗˡʸ: ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ)

@juuen

im #tired ok

just

ties this 2 a brick & throws it @ ur face

take it

IM YELLIN

ACTION & REACTION  (ᶜᵘʳʳᵉᶰᵗˡʸ: ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ)

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them. @hopehearted

They’d ignored the onset of clouds, the darkening skies, the distant rumbles of thunder. It’d go around, they’d said; it’d be gone in a minute.

It didn’t go around them.

The skies opened up in a moment, dousing Nanami and Fuyuhiko in rainwater. There’d been a rush for shelter, a decision of whose house to go to. Nanami’s was closer and probably safer, so that was where they’d go. Besides; he was already over there enough that he knew it like the back of his hand.

Their commute mostly consisted of running from tree to tree, in order to stay as dry as possible under the pouring rain and whipping winds. It doesn’t really help much, but it’s fun.

They’re both soaked to the bone by the time they get there, and the sky has shifted from dusk to night. The moon is barely visible through the haze of clouds, and Fuyuhiko’s watch says that it’s only nine. 

They sneak through Nanami’s house, leaving a trail of damp footprints in their wake. There’s a moment spent trying to figure things out, before Fuyuhiko is shoved into the bathroom with a ball of Nanami’s clothes. He changes into one of her shirts and a pair of shorts, and then it’s her turn.

There’s a soft conversation between them; it’s decided that Fuyuhiko would stay the night. They curl up, together; Fuyuhiko’s nose in Nanami’s hair and his arm slung over her. 

ACTION & REACTION (ᶜᵘʳʳᵉᶰᵗˡʸ: ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ)

◎ = taking care of them while ill.@juuen

Fuyuhiko hates being sick; stuffed up nose, sore throat, fever, headache. He chooses instead to ignore all signs of sickness in favor of going through his normal routine. He wasn’t going to let some stupid bug set him back, thank you very much.

It had been a rush of a day (only an hour or two, really), things happening around him that he didn’t even notice through the blur of his mind. Eventually, he’d run into Hinata; from there, he was shoved along into the other’s home. His own house had been deemed ‘too far away’, so Hinata’s it was.

There was soup, and blankets, and a slew of bad comedy movies (all interjected by the sniffle of Fuyuhiko’s nose). It was nice– a day to themselves, where neither of them had to concentrate on anything for too long.

Eventually, they’d fallen asleep to the gentle murmur of the television, curled up together in a large quilt. 

It surprised Fuyuhiko when he woke up in a place that was clearly not his own, tucked under the arm of someone else. Afer realizing where he was and who he was with, he calmed down; deciding to get ready for the day.

A protesting Hinata stopped him halfway through, telling him that he was still ‘too sick’, and ‘needed to take another day off’. Bull-fucking-shit. 

“I’m fine, dumbass. Really.”