ohfuck, the one person he can’t stay mad around.                                                         “i’m n   —   it’s nothing.”

                  death is   …   cranky.

             VERY LOUD and happy Taishiro noises !

@kikenmuses​ :  "winter is my favorite, i think." ( from java. )

         “  you think ?  or do you know ?  “

      THE woman questions ,  but her ask is in no shape or form ;  if anything ,  she is playful   ---   fuyumi is teasing him a little ,  and it shows how she became comfortable around him .  but turquoise eyes turn from his form to the view in front of them two ,  even extending her hand as snow fell ,  letting it hit her hand .

      a snowflake lands on her palm ,  yet it remains the same .  it doesn’t change at all ,  and when she brings her hand back closer to them both ( even turning completely towards him ) ,  the snowflake remains .  her free hands grabs his wrist ,  raising it and even going as far as to place it on his hand ,  both her hands below his as the snow crystal levitates slightly thanks to her quirk .

      “  it’s my favorite too -  makes me feel at home .   ”  the young woman responds ,  eyes locked on the crystal in front of them now .  there’s definitely a smile on her lips as she continues ,  and it’s soft like snow ;  like her .  “  i can go around without fear of getting sick ,  too !  i can handle the cold ,  i have that from my mother -  but warmth ?  i die a little each time .  ”  a giggle leaves her lips ,  and it makes her eyes close and her shoulders shake .

      she is happy .

@bcdluckstumblcd​ :  ❝ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❞

         THE woman understands how tough it might have been to admit such thing ,  and for that ;  she is proud of him .  “  is that so ?  ”  she starts ,  looking at him with a smile .  “  if so :  i’m happy you feel that ,  bubaigawara - kun .  and the feeling is mutual !  ”

@travelertm​ :  ❝ how can i help? ❞ we haven’t said it but i think they’d be besties idc

@engiinium​ :  ❝ My shirt is way too big on you…but it’s cute. ❞ (Tensei - engiinium)

         FUYUMI looks down at herself ,  eyeing the blue shirt she had picked from his closet when he had let her spent the night .  it was big ,  too big   ---   he was correct ;  it almost felt like a dress ,  and the moment she put it on and saw herself in the mirror she blushed .

      god . . .  she was far too in love now ,  wasn’t she ?