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I đ SAKUSA KIYOOMI!! redrew some of my favourite panels of his heheâŠ
Supernatural Involvement and Ominous Signs in ASLFUA
For a while, many readers have theorized that there is some kind of a higher power/higher being in ASLFUA, and looking at the latest episodes it seems to have been confirmed. With this post, I've tried to gather every instance of the higher power's implied presence and all the ominous scenes in the story. I also included foreshadowing scenes that could have made Miae aware of certain things if she had paid attention because coincidences are important in the story, and certain moments that were defining in the plot. The list contains spoilers for the newest KR episodes and it keeps being updated.
sometimes i love a piece of media so much i just want to take it and keep it inside my soul for the rest of my life. i want to share it with everyone i love...i want to carry it forever...i love media so much.
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ushijima wakatoshi x libero!f!reader
wakatoshi tries to court his libero with the romance skills of an instruction manual, and somehow it works part one here wc: 2.1k, request
if a giant, left-handed railgun disguised as a high school boy can be reduced to a puddle of lukewarm miso soup by a single oblivious libero, the universe is broken.
the misunderstanding was currently sitting on a velvet couch in the ushijima household, eating a piece of sliced mango with a tiny wooden fork.
you were just happy to be included. truly. in your mind, this was peak platonic behavior. sure, most boys didnât invite their âgirl-friendsâ over to their massive, traditional ancestral homes just to sit in front of their very elegant, very intimidating mothers, but ushijimawas different. he was straightforward. he liked efficiency. if he wanted his best female friend to meet his mom, why should he wait?
synopsis: a cute misunderstanding with ushiwaka.
ushijima wakatoshi x f!libero!reader
category: fluff fluff fluff !! eita aging 10 years because of ushijima.
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Hlw! Would love to see your analysis on if jisu likes miae romantically or not. Hope u'll do that sometimesđdon't feel pressured tho itâs just my wishâ€ïž
Sorry for the late reply, but here is a long post about my thoughts about Jisu's character arc, including spoilers from episode 147 (these are just my ramblings, my word is not gospel :D)
Does Jisu like Miae romantically?
This is probably the most comprehensive analysis I've written about the role of fate in ASLFUA and its possible outcomes. I'm really curious which route the writer will take (the happy ending or the bittersweet one). Hope we will get answers to all the questions!đ
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it's not like ushijima wakatoshi to get jealous over anything, but the one time you heavily suspect he does...
"oh? you jealous?"
your tall hunk of a boyfriend stares you down with a mild crease between his eyebrows. you stare back just as intensely with a dopey grin, waiting for an admission from your ever-stoic boyfriend.
it's not everyday you get to see him react like this, so you practically jump the opportunity.
you watch tentatively as he brings up a hand to his chest, clutching his shirt as his gaze drops to the ground â expression stoned not much unlike a rock as he contemplates your words. he never fails to look so serious.
"...am i?"
the blatant confusion on his face couldn't be any more funnier, and you had to stifle your laugh into your hand lest you hurt his feelings.
you really should've known better â of course he wouldn't know what to call it even if it slapped him in the face. we were talking about the guy who went up to you during a random tuesday and confessed that he had an constant urge to kiss you, and innocently asked if you knew anything about it like he was inquiring about homework.
(for an entire week before you officially got together, you had to convince him that no â you were most definitely not hypnotizing him.)
"you're such an idiot, you know?" you nudge his side teasingly, leaning your weight against him as you struggle to keep your giggles at bay.
your hulk of a boyfriend is way too adorable sometimes.
"i'm not quite sure what jealousy feels like. my apologies."
you grimace a bit at his response, now hyper-aware of the way his athletic body feels against your side.
he's never had to be jealous of anything because everyone else is busy being jealous of him!
you pout at him, before poking his side. softly, of course. you might break a finger or two if you went any harder.
you turn back to the matter at hand before it completely derails â you need full details on this rare side of him. "well, what did it feel like when you saw me talking to that guy?"
ushijima takes a moment before his eyes clear up.
"something felt weird here," he gently patted the spot over his heart and your eyes widen in surprise, pulling away to look at him more firmly. "like it got pinched. it didnât hurt physically, but it made me... sad."
your heart clenches, hard. you swear you heard it crack within your chest too. oh my god. it was one hundred percent your fault! no questions asked!
you reach out to his arms as your eyes turn glassy, "oh, baby. i'm so sor â"
"my muscles contracted by themselves too, like how it feels when i want to hit a spike."
... ha?
your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. the romantic air disperses in a matter of miliseconds, crashing down to earth.
a spike?!
what the hell? well, good thing you kept the conversation short, or else that guy would've had his head blown off...
a shudder runs down your spine.
you sweat profusely at his profound statement, "n-next time you feel bothered by something like that, make sure you approach me first before doing anything, okay?" for safety purposes!
ushijima blinks at you, completely none the wiser to your inner turmoil.
"alright," he pauses, as if there's something else he wants to say, contemplating it for a few moments before speaking up again. "i don't like feeling jealous. is that a bad thing?"
reallyyyyy such a baby. your baby.
"i'm really sorry for making you feel that way, toshi," leaning up on your tippy toes, you coerce him to lean down into your hold â placing a chaste kiss to his cheek. "you do know that you're the only one i have eyes for, yes?"
he nods affirmatively, like an obedient child heeding their parents' words like it's gospel.
"you trust me, right?"
another truthful nod of approval. you sigh in utter relief as you let him go for him to resume his practice, satisfied at how you were able to prevent a major crisis from occurring.
"i will make sure to consult you first before spiking."
you feel a tear form.
"toshi â baby, no â"
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prank calling husband!atsumu but it's literally impossible to get him mad at you bc he just adores you so, so much :3
but today?? you had the ultimate plan. the one thatâd surely crack him. there was no way he wouldnât at least get a little ticked over this one. because this man loves his truck. youâre already grinning as the phone rings, curled up on the couch with your phone pressed to your cheek, and ofc he picks up on the second ring.
âhey, sugar, whatcha need?â
you chew your lip, shoulders shaking as you try not to laugh. âhoney, iâi think i did somethinâ wrong⊠âm sorry.â you throw in a pathetic little sniffle, turning your head to wipe a nonexistent tear like youâre up for an oscar.
âi ainât never mad at ya. whatâs wrong? darlâ? fuck, donât cryââ
you can hear the panic settle in. the soft shuffle of his chair. maybe even his keys already in hand. the guilt nips, sure, but the bitâs too good. you power through.
âi was just tryna surprise you⊠so i filled up your truck.â
you mute the phone real quick to cackle, slapping a hand over your mouth before unmuting again like nothing happened.
âi jâ used the green one! it was pretty,â you say, voice wobbling like youâre on the verge of tears. âbut now the truck wonât move.. âm sorry baby..â
thereâs a pause. a deep inhale. and thenâ
a sigh of... relief?? ffs. âoh, baby,â his voice is so soft you almost break again. âyou damn near scared me half to death." he chuckles, voice sounding so sickeningly sweet. "itâs alright, darlâ. you were just tryna help me out, yeah? sâokay. just donât touch nothinâ else, okay? iâll come take care of it. âs not your fault.â
you blink. âyouâre not mad?â
he scoffs, like it was a stupid question. âare you kiddin'? âcourse not! iâd pour diesel in that truck mâself if you asked me to. shitâiâm on my way now. sit tight for me, yeah?â
you choke on a laugh. âtsumuâtsumu wait, iâm kiddingâbaby, iâm joking! i didnât touch the truck!â
silence.
ââŠyou little shit. are you doing that tiktok crap again?â
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Ouhhh lets gooo babyy sooooo, Kiyomi recently gave an engagement/promise ring to reader, her being a clumsy queen she looses it or misplaced it..kiyomi notices she hasnât been wearing her ring and when confronted she gives lame excuses then starts getting defensive cause sheâs afraid she actually lost it! Could be angsty or fluffy or both đ
"I'm not going to ask you again."
You chew your lip under Kiyoomi's intense stare, dark eyes unbudging in their lock with you; arms crossed over his broad chest, he looms over you, not in anger, never in anger, but confusion. Hurt.
"Where's your ring? Why have you been dodging me for days?"
âIâŠâ your voice trails off, mind desperate to try and figure out how to explain the situation.
Your ring, the most beautiful ring youâve ever seen, a family heirloom even, vanished from the face of the earth. One moment you had it, the next, it was gone from your existence forever.
Kiyoomi has to leave.
Itâs well past his time that heâs comfortable leaving for practice, itâs tiptoeing past the time he should leave for practice, now itâs creeping up to a time where he needs to leave for practice if he wants to make it remotely close on time.
But you wonât budge. Every time he tries to pull his bicep from under your head, you mewl and curl closer. When he tries to slink his leg out, youâre wrapping your arms around his torso tighter. When he tries to tell you he has to leave, you respond with a swift ânuh-uh,â into his chest, the vibrations of your words tickling against him.
âBaby,â he says, pressing kisses to your head as if to satisfy you. âI have to go. Like, 15 minutes ago.â
âIf youâre already late, stay with me,â you mewl.
He sighs and extends a hand to cup your cheek, thumb stroking over the swells, âyou know I canât do that. Especially when I have a brat at home who loves that expensive pastry shop down the street.â He pinches your cheek, and you giggle and shake out of his hold. He smiles as he thinks youâre faltering, but sure enough, when he tries again to get up, you whine and tighten your hold. âBaby, Iâm getting up.â
âLike hell you are.â
His brow cocks at your challenge, immediately whipping his body out of your exhausted hold while you groan sadly into the air. He chuckles as youâre quick to immediately get up and reach for him, and he makes a beeline for the bathroom to shower- heâs never gotten undressed so fast, the water is cold from the immediate turn on and jump in, your feet stomping in just three steps behind. At him being wet, you cross your arms.
âKiyoomi!â You pout. He smirks at you as water cascades down his body. You reach a hand out to paw for him, âlet me come in with you?â
âSorry baby,â he shrugs. âI need to be in and out. But you can shower with me tonight and help me wash my hair.â At his compromise, you put the lid to the toilet seat down and watch him shower, not saying much as he bathes.
You're not happy he's leaving. And in your defense, he's not thrilled to be leaving either.
You stay planted to him while he finishes up, watching him closely, as if soaking in every detail.
Like it's the last time you'll ever see him.
You stay in reach while he throws on his clothes. You're glued as he makes his lunch. You sniff intensely at the nape of his neck, and he hikes up his shoulders and scolds you when you gently try to bite him.
He finally, with you less than two inches behind him, gets ready for the day, he tells you softly to "come here" as to pull you in a tight hug and a kiss to your head. He wondered, briefly, if that would be enough to satisfy your need to be close to him
Unsurprisingly, it's not.
You wonât budge. Standing in your kitchen with your head buried in his chest, fingers twirling the strings of his hoodie, his hands run up and down your back again before pulling back to look at his watch.
âMy love-â his heart breaks as you offer him a swift âmhm-nmâ back, your non-verbal cue of âno.â He sighs, âyes, baby. I have to go.â
âNo you donât,â you murmur, shaking your head against him. âYou just say that.â
He chuckles and presses a kiss to your head, âyou know if I could stay here all day, right here, holding you I would in a heart beat. But,â he finally pulls back, moving a hand to cup your cheek. âI canât. Not if you want to keep buying from that ridiculous pastry place.â
âHey,â you huff. âTheyâre a small business and their stuff is delicious. You know that.â
âI do- and I need money, so we can enjoy those pastries.â He presses a kiss to your forehead and finally, you let him go, moving your arms to hug yourself. âIâll be home before you know it. I promise.â
You simply nod. He ducks down to give you a kiss on the lips-
Only for you to reel back from the affection.
He clicks his tongue and, immediately, spins you to hold you in his grip, relishing in the giggles you spill. âDonât be a brat,â he says, peppering kisses to the sensitive spot on your neck. "Don't you ever duck away from my kisses. Never ever."
âIâm won't!â You whine. âOkay! Fine! Go!â
"Give me a kiss," he says. You're smiling now, as you rise on your toes to meet his lips in a kiss. It's quick, Kiyoomi hates how fast it is, but when he pulls back, you're still beaming at him like he used to dream about.
He's living the future he used to dream about.
"I'll see you tonight, angel."
"I'll be here," you whisper.
"I love you."
"I love you."
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yearning drunk!husband ushijima wakatoshi.
NOTE. contains a bit of alcohol contentâthough nothing too explicit or anything concerning <33
It always started the same wayâkind of like an inside joke that grew wings, feathers, a tab, and Ushijimaâs name on the reservation list.
Ushijima never initiated going out drinking with his Schweiden Adlers teammates. In fact, he rarely said anything about it at all. It was always someone else who mentioned it after a game. Always someone else who slung an arm over his shoulder and declared, âCâmon, Ushiwaka, we have to celebrate,â even though Ushijima had never once expressed interest in alcohol, bar food, or drunken conversations.
Still, he always went.
Because itâd be rude if he didnât at least stay for a few minutes, he thinks.
Sometimes he showed up in his team windbreaker, sometimes in a long, dark gray coat that made him look like a trench-wearing monument of silence. And he never said no, even when the clamor of celebration was already grating at the edges of his patience.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Theyâd won by the skin of their teethâan overtime set against a grueling opponent, the kind of match that made even the benchwarmers feel like champions by the end. So of course Heiwajima had started the round-up in the locker room. Hoshiumi had shouted over everyone about their lucky bar down the street, and within twenty minutes, the entire team had found themselves in their regular private suite.
Ushijima sat at the end of the table, his back straight, a glass in front of him filled with alcohol he didnât particularly like. His teammates were loud and loose and chaoticâlaughing at Sokolov trying to arm-wrestle the barâs bouncer, clapping every time someone dropped a fork, and yelling across the table in at least three different languages.
âA thousand yen says heâll ask about his wife in twenty minutes,â Hoshiumi said quietly, leaning toward their captain, Hirugami Fukurou.
âYouâre giving him way too much credit,â Romero replied, fondly grinning. âHe gets wistful around minute twelve.â
âHe gets wistful the moment he sits down.â
âkei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?â you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.
itâs 10:03 PM and youâre doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishimaâs room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.
âdo you want to?â he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesnât even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.
âno,â you say calmly, âbut weâve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.â
you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.
you knew tsukishima kei wasnât one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.
like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.
âhow long have you been waiting there?â you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. âwhy didnât you wake me?â
kei only shrugs, âyou looked peaceful.â
or that other time you got sick for a week and couldnât make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.
âi got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you donât have to ask the teachers for them.â he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. âcome, iâll teach you everything you missed.â
your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.
yeah, you totally did that.
or like right now, and all the other nights youâve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so youâd be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.
âthe former,â is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.
âbut seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.â
tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, âwe donât fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.â
youâre taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.
â...huh?â
âidiot,â he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet heâs being right now, âwhy would i want to argue with you?â he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you donât see him fully.
âbut i canât always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?â
ânot ours.â he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. âyouâre the boss.â
BONUS: âand youâve never paid in your life anyway. you donât believe in that 50/50 bullshit.â âhey!â âi donât even know what your wallet looks like.â
@kokokoula this oneâs for u <3