SYO ᝰ.ᐟ

۶ৎ if you want a pretty, everyone a pretty ! ' 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀 ! ♡ she/her — french-english speaker, animanga-video games-kpop enjoyer. click to help a cause !

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miya twins — growing up with the twins !

— the one thing that was the start of you guys’ friendship, was your moms randomly hitting it off one day at the playground.

— and, from there on, playdates quickly transformed into “basically siblings”.

— by first grade, you and the twins were basically inseparable.

— atsumu dragging you into wild games, osamu quietly making sure that none of you end up injured…

— and you, beaming in the middle.

— hand holding ? world war three. atsumu lunges for your hand right here, screaming “insults” at his brother while osamu silently takes your left hand.

— so, the three of you just end up linked together like some kind of chain, while the twins bicker over who’s holding you tighter.

— that workshop in 4th grade marking the beginning of their time with volleyball (and the meeting with aran) ?

— you were also there, of course.

— were there when the twin first got obsessed with the sport, atsumu rambling about cool spikes, and osamu quietly watching but becoming just as hooked as his brother.

— and so, backyard “practice” with a beat-up volley ball became mandatory.

— you as the referee-cheerleader-ball fetcher, osamu as the spiker and atsumu as the setter (aka the king), naturally.

— by middle school, the twins are terrifyingly good at volleyball but unfortunately, atsumu’s attitude starts rubbing his teammates the wrong way….

— and so, once again, you naturally become his buffer : sitting with him after bad practices, listening to him rant while giving him advice.

— “They just want to play with ya ‘Tsumu… maybe say nice toss next time ?”

— he grumbles. but, he listens.

— things are… less complicated with osamu.

— you help him test weird onigiri combos after school, like tuna-mayo-pickled plum (which is surprisingly good).

— or, just eat whatever he cooks, which is just as good.

— but, throughout the “chaos”, quiet moments still shine through.

— when it’s raining, the three of you walking home under one tiny umbrella (you in the middle, like always), with atsumu complaining about getting wet while osamu holds it over you.

— teachers know that you guys are inseparable, just like everyone at school knows. atsumu gets scolded for talking back to a teacher ?

— “he’s really sorry teacher…”

— …yeah, you’re the one apologizing for him.

A/N : almost one month without posting……. SORRY. i had the worst writer’s block + im going through a rough phase these days sooooo.. ANYWAY. i want to make a part two for these hcs, but like each twins get their hcs…. so that the high school hcs are more “personal” in a way ? probs gonna do that around next week, who knows.

barou shōei — beauty (shōei) and the beast (you) ! pt.2

— shōei doesn’t recognize his feelings as a “crush” at first.

— he just knows that you’re distracting.

— when you’re absent in class, he can’t focus. when you laugh too loud with other people, it irritates him so much.

— everyone notices the shift before neither of you notice : how he gets quieter when other guys pay attention to you, or the way his criticism becomes more personal and specific.

— he’s not just nagging you anymore, he puts all of his attention on you.

— despite all of his complaints, you’re one of the few people who can interrupt shōei‘s routine without him snapping.

— you can sit too close, touch his arm, borrow his things yet he’ll let it slide even if his jaw tightens.

— you’ve watched him play since you were kids, long before anyone talked about national teams or special programs.

— you know when he’s nervous (which isn’t really nervousness for shōei) and when he’s confident just by the way he stretches.

— after matches, you hand him his water bottle and a towel like its muscles’ memory.

— and, he always takes them from you, tho his idea of thanking you is a simple nod.

— when talks about blue lock, and how he got into the program, starts circulating, you don’t react like everyone else.

— unlike yourself, you don’t hype him up or joke about it. you just ask him if he’s actually gonna go, as if that wasn’t obvious.

— the closer it gets to him leaving, the heavier everything feels for you both.

— you still walk home together, argue together, and keep the same habits but there’s an awareness underneath all of this, like you both know things are going to change and never be the same.

— neither of you say anything outright.

— childhood friends make the worst confessions, because admitting feelings to someone you’ve known your whole life is just hard.

— the night before shōei leaves, you give him something small and personal, something that’s super you.

— he keeps it carefully because it is fragile (and from you).

— he doesn’t promise anything dramatic to you.

— he just tells you not to change while he’s gone, and for shōei, that’s as close as a confession as it gets.

A/N : i usually can’t handle angsty stuff, like, at ALL. most of the fanfic i read are comedic or smut but idk, i wanted to go out of my comfort zone ? i feel like to get better as a writer you HAVE to go out of what you normally write at least once. so, yeah…….. actually i kinda wanted to write smut 🤔 but idk i feel like it’s kinda corny im sorry. i can read it, easily at that, but writing it is SO much different…

barou shōei — beauty (shōei) and the beast (you) ! pt.1

— you and shōei have known each other for so long that neither of you remembers a version of the life where the other wasn’t around.

— same neighborhood, same elementary schools, same everything.

— and, by the time you two were in middle school, it’s just kinda assumed that you’ll walk together, sit together most of the time and do projects together.

— shōei had always been particular.

— even as a kid, he lined up his shoes, kept his room spotless and got irritated when even a single thing was out of place.

— you ? total opposite.

— messy bag, even messier desk, half-finished stuff and loud opinions.

— the contrast has been here since day one.

— but, the difference is that shōei doesn’t react to your mess the same way he reacts to anyone else’s.

— he complains, yes, but most of all, he adjusts. he moves your things instead of throwing them away, cleans around you instead of yelling at you to leave.

— as kids, you used to invade his space constantly.

— sitting on his bed without asking, leaving candy wrappers in his room and going out of your way to touch things he clearly organized on purpose.

— but, when you’re not around, his routine feels off and that bothers him more than your messiness does.

— on the other hand, you grew up with the idea that shōei would always be there.

— he walks you home, carries your bag when it’s too heavy and waits for you every single time, even when you’re taking your sweet time.

— being in the same class was both normal (for you) and unbearable (for shōei).

— teachers seats you together because “you work well as a pair,” which is true even tho he hates admitting it.

— your desk i constantly cluttered while his is always immaculate.

— he notices every new piece of trash you add, every pen you lose, every paper you crumble instead of filling.

— he comments on it, of course, but it’s more tired than angry.

— sometimes, you catch him straightening your crumbled papers or push your stuff into a neater pile when he thinks you’re not looking.

— he never acknowledges it, even if you tease him about it.

A/N : okay so you might wonder why is it a part one ? well, that’s because i wrote the hcs in 2 parts ! it was too long to fit in one part, and i was too lazy to outright write a one shot…. so part one is mostly fluff and kinda laying out the context, while the 2nd part is kinda angsty ??? idk its about him leaving for blue lock soooooo. anyway part 2 will be posted tomorrow i think ? im probs gonna rewrite it so idreally know….

ushijima wakatoshi — can’t cook rice for your life !

— ushijima wakatoshi did not marry you because you were “wife material” : he married you because he loves you.

— and that distinction becomes very important the first time you attempted to use dish soap in the dishwasher.

— you are, unfortunately, the textbook definition of incompetence.

— except that it’s not on purpose ! you do try.

— you smile, nod, promise him that dinner will be ready by seven. by six-thirty, the kitchen just smells like smoke.

— wakatoshi does not raise his voice, ever.

— the first time the fire alarm went off just because you forgot that plastic lids melted in the microwave ? he just stood there in silence, arms crossed and staring at the microwave without any word.

— “I don’t know why it did that, waka…”

— he believes you, that’s the insane part !

— to be fair, he never says out loud that you’re bad at housework. but, he tries to say it in a softer way…

— “You’re just bad with appliances, honey.”

— cooking’s already a thing, but laundry ? that’s your biggest enemy.

— you mix color, forget detergent, somehow washed only socks one time and still managed to ruin them. wakatoshi finds you on the floor in front of the washing machine, surrounded by damp clothes and pouting like the machine called you “stupid”.

— so, he silently takes over. he rolls his sleeves, sorts the clothes with terrifying efficiency while you just look at him like he solved world hunger.

— “You’re really good at that !”

— …and you’re genuinely impressed.

— “It’s logical.”

— he’s flexing inwardly.

— and now, he does most of the household chores, like cooking. not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he saw you burn instant rice once and didn’t want to risk his protein intake.

— but, he lets you help ! which is equal to you sitting on the counter in one of his shirts, eating ingredients that you shouldn’t touch while he explains the recipes like he’s at some kind of press conference.

— you nod like you understand. you do not.

— but, even after these disasters you still try to surprise him sometimes.

— the keyword is try.

— he comes home from practice, sore and tired, to candles, wine and a meal that looks… suspicious, to put it nicely. the chicken is pink, the salad is warm.

— he eats it anyway, every time without any hesitation or complaints. i mean, he would rather die than upset you in any way.

— …later that night, he’s googling “food poisoning symptoms” at 2 in the morning, just to be safe.

— in theory, you are “domestic” : cute aprons, pinterest boards… it’s the practice that’s lacking.

— wakatoshi still finds it endearing in a deeply confusing way.

— i mean, he likes that you need him. not in a weird misogynistic way, just that you worlds are so different. he trains his body to be a beast on the field while you struggle to keep a houseplant alive.

— you guys just meet in the middle.

— when people find out that you neither cook or clean, and somehow still managed to bag him, they look at you like you committed some kind of crime ?

— your husband shuts that down immediately.

— “She works hard.”

— at what ? nobody knows, not even you.

— at night, when when the house is quiet and the sink full of dishes you both decied to ignore until the next morning, you curl against his side and joke about being a terrible wife.

— he frowns, then corrects you immediately.

— “You’re my wife, just that is plenty enough.”

— and yeah, the house is a mess most of the time. yeah, the smoke alarm goes off way more than what it normally should. and yeah, he’s basically the breadwinner and the housekeeper at the same time.

— but, he’ll chose you everyday, even when you nearly flooded the bathroom while running a bath.

— especially then.

A/N : wakatoshi with a bimbo wife, how original…. 🫩ANYWAY i just wanted to write for him. also, i noticed a pattern in the characters i like ? barou, ushijima, kagami… yes, this is me announcing that i might write for barou in a foreseeable future…

kagami taiga — five reasons why your boyfriend loves bulking season !

#1 — he likes having an excuse to eat like an animal without any shame !

bulking season principally means one thing for taiga : finally being at peace with his appetite. no restraint, no pretending he was already full after a single plate.

so, he’s clearing off plates, going back for seconds and thirds, and even going as far as stealing food off your plate ! he kinda likes the little look you give him every time his fingers fly into your plate, silently judging him while he chew away at the stolen food.

his unrestrained appetite means that groceries last way less longer, so you guys spend a whole bunch of time together !

…doing groceries, yeah.

or, meals preps, that are basically just him weighing rice while you sit on the counter, stealing bites of chicken or talking about your day.

#2 — he’s obsessed with the way you look at him when the gains start showing !

taiga never fishes for compliments, ever. but, appreciative gestures from his girlfriend aren’t unwelcome…

and he clocks every single one of these.

the extra half second your eyes linger when he takes his hoodie off ? the way your hands squeeze his arms to check if they're even real ?

or, or the quiet little "oh" you let out when his shoulders start stretching his shirt in a totally different way ?

bulking season totally feeds his ego, thanks to you ! not in a cocky way, but more in a holy shit, you want me way.

#3 — he’s hungrier in every sense of the word !

of course, taiga is a black hole food-wise, we already established this.

but, this time of the year just seems to flip some kind of switch in his brain, where every sensation feels louder, in a way. his training goes harder, his emotions get sharper too, and, most of all, his desire sits closer to the surface.

he’s way more touchier, without even noticing : always a hand on your lower back, or thumbs hooking into your belt loops.

he doesn’t even do it on purpose, it’s part of his instinct at this point ! since his body is basically in “build mode”, he just wants to feel closer to you more often, like you’re part of the fuel source.

#4 — he actually sleeps way better !

yeah, that’s also one of the reasons… taiga falls asleep surprisingly fast. not cute fast, not “aww, he’s drifting off”.

he literally falls asleep doing anything now. like, you’ll be talking, lounging on the couch, only for you to notice that he hasn’t responded in a while… look over, and you’ll see that he’s out cold !

also, he runs super warm, and sleeping next to him feels closer to sleeping next to a furnace than an actual human being. sometimes, he subconsciously kick the covers off, which leaves you freezing.

other times, he pulls you closer, an arm draped heavy over your waist and a knee hooked over your leg, anchoring himself to you without being aware of it.

#5 — he likes being big when he knows he’s not scary to you !

this is a huge thing for taiga, whenever he acknowledges it or not.

he’s already big to begins with, but bulking season makes him big big. broad, heavy… in an intentional way ! he’s intimidating to people who don’t know him, even more than usual.

and then, there’s you.

you’re comfortable under his arm, all touchy with him and asking him to lift you like it’s nothing. he likes the contact, likes that you actually like his size.

that does something to his brain chemistry, permanently.

A/N : so, i love kagami. i love beefy guys. and i love bulking season as a whole… so, i just combined all these in one ! and i saw someone writing bulking season! toji and then bulking season! katsuki so i personally think it was a sign 🙂‍↕️

denji — locked in a tower with the worst guard ever !

— denji got assigned to your tower because he though that was an easy job… and also because now one wanted to babysit the difficult princess.

— he’s a low ranking guard, without any particular skills, or family name.

— one princess inside, no combats and no complicated tasks apart from looking over you. easy, right ?

— he knew it would be a boring job, but hey, at least the princess was hot.

— …yeah, that’s his full thought process.

— when you first saw him, you literally had no reaction. looked at him for maybe less than five sconds, before going back to what you were doing.

— it annoyed him immediately.

— he talks way too much, tries jokes and comments that are barely appropriate to say to someone of royal lineage.

— you don’t engage, you never do.

— but, when you do speak, it’s practical, and almost robotic. you tell him exactly what you need, and when you’ll need it.

— water, candles, paper…

— even after that, denji still tries to get a rise out of you : his comments get even more inappropriate, all in the goal to making you react.

— of course, that’s doesn’t work.

— he doesn’t get slapped, not even yelled at, or threatened to get his head chopped off, just pure and plain silence.

— denji randomly noticed one day that you’ve never once asked him for his name, or where he was from.

— nothing.

— unconsciously, he starts standing straighter, starts watching his mouth.

— not because he wants to impress you, not at all, but because he doesn’t like the way you look through him when he says something stupid.

— you’re calm most of the time, that’s something he noticed.

— not kind, not gentle, but calm. that calmness of yours makes him unsure on how far he can push, so he just ends up pushing less.

— the first time he crossed an actual line ?

— “Don’t ever say that again.”

— …he did end up never saying that again.

— he also noticed that you’ve never once wrote a lot, read a lot of official stuff and weirdly keep tracks of days, like you were waiting for something.

— after a few months, the routine in the tower with you two settle. he brings what you ask for, you acknowledge him with a nod.

— nothing more, nothing less.

— there’s long stretches of silence when neither of you speak, and for once, he doesn’t fill it with stupid comments out loud.

— only in his head.

— one day, you randomly asked for the guard rotation schedule. next thing he knew, he was out of that tower the next week.

— just like you were.

A/N : that idea was SO random but i got inspired by this screenshot right here that i saw on twitter… so i got to writing ! also i LOVE denji like he’s genuinely one of my fav characters ☹️☹️☹️

synopsis ; summer break. after a few rough months of university, spending a bit of time with your grandma in nagahama, a small coastal city in okinawa should be good for the soul... and ressourcing. and somehow, spending time with your grandma came with a local surfer, the mayor's son, the beach’s lifeguard, an ice cream guy, the shrine helper, as well as the bug-chasing dude and the part timer of the tourism's office. yeah... definitely good.

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aomine daiki — the local and very cocky surfer !

— aomine daiki is the local surfer, emphasis on local. this is his beach, his water and his rules. and, he acts like the ocean personally belongs to him.

— on your first day in nagahama, your grandma sent you to the beach with exactly one towel and 2000¥, with vague instructions like “don’t drown” and “say hi to satsuki"

— you did not know who satsuki was.

— daiki had been surfing since he was like… ten. you only met him because you obviously sat where he’d always left his board on the sand for the past ten years.

— one moment, you were trying to avoid the sharp shells under your towel, the next this tall, loud and absolutely fucking sexy guy is towering over you. “Oi, you’re stupid or something ?”

— …went from 10/10 to 5/10 in an instant. you tell him to go learn manners, he tells you to go back to the city if you can’t handle locals.

— satsuki is delighted. like, genuinely.

— she’d been bored since the beginning of summer (5 days to be exact) and now, this city girl was beefing with her childhood best friend on day one ? cinema.

— she’s the one who explained that you were staying with your grandma.

— daiki softens for exactly two seconds, because he knows which grandma that is. everyone does. she gives him fruits sometimes, and he pretends not to care.

— he doesn’t apologize. just squints and goes “…hm, figures.”

— he thinks you’re stuck-up, overdressed, and absolutely not built for island life.

— despite that, he keeps noticing you.

— keeps noticing how you keep coming back to the beach every afternoon even tho you rarely swims, how you always sit far away from the water to stay dry, how your skin starts tanning despite how you drown yourself in sunscreen.

— you notice him too. how everyone knows him ; kids, fishermen, aunties who yell at everyone and everything.

— the banter becomes part of your routine.

— he steal your parasol, you steal his towel. he splashes you on purpose, you dump sand on his board "by accident".

— neither of you back down, neither of you walk away.

— daiki is loud, cocky and way too confident. unfortunately, he has the skills to back it up. watching him surf is infuriating because unlike him, you suck.

— so, naturally, he offers to teach you. not kindly, of course.

— lessons with him are horrible ; he's a terrible teacher. he laughs when you fall, yet cheers when you manage to stay up for more than 5 seconds on the board.

— sometimes, when the beach quiets down, he get calmer too. he sits beside you instead of towering, watches the waves without any comments.

— daiki doesn't do heavy talks, doesn't dissect and explains his feelings. nothing dramatic happens : no big realization, no confession under the stars.

— by the end of summer, arguing with him feels like routine, something you'd miss back at uni. it just becomes normal : meeting him at the beach, trading insults, sharing his board and laughing too loudly.

— and honestly ? he wouldn't have it any other way.

kagami taiga — main beach’s over responsible lifeguard !

— kagami taiga is stationd at the main beach all summer, sunburned within the first week, like every year, and greatly annoyed about it too.

— like always, he takes his job super seriously, his whistle never leaving his side, just like his posture is always alert.

— you met him because he yelled at you, not aggressively but more urgently. you'd wandered a little too far out in the water, distracted, and suddenly a voice rang out, cutting through the sound of the waves.

— "HEY, don't go past that point !"

— ...you listened, mostly because he looked more worried than bossy. he relaxed a litte when you came back, and muttered something about currents.

— taiga is blunt, honest to a fault and terrible at subtlety. if he thinks something is dangerous, he says it. if he thinks you're doing fine, he says so too.

— he checks in on you. a lot.

— "You good ?"

— "Need water ?"

— "Sunblock ?"

— you start timing your beach visits around his shifts. purely coincidental, obviously.

— when you're starting your surfing lessons with a certain blue-haired surfer, he watches from his tower like an hawk. he doesn't interfere unless he has to, and he's proud when you manag to stand on the board for the first time, even to he tries not to show it.

— off-duty, taiga is awkward as fuck. he still caries himself like he's responsible for everyone in a fifty-meter radius, and he doesn't know what to do with his hands when he's not holding a whistle.

— despite that, conversations with him are easy : he asks quetions, actually listens and laugh out loud without any filters when you tease him.

— he walks you to your grandma's house after late afternoons "just in case", and then pretends it's nothing.

— you let him believe that.

— he's competitive in a friendly way : races you to the water when he's off duty, dares you to stay under longer and complains when you win.

— locals trust him, parents wave at him and kids idolize him. he pretends not to care even tho he 100% does.

— taiga doesn't overthink his feelings. if he likes spending time with you, he just does. by the end of summer, he's a constant : someone you expect to see, someone who expects to see you back.

— nothing has to end, nothing has to be decided : it's just a good summer, and he's part of it.

kuroko tetsuya — the local shrine’s helper !

— kuroko tetsuya helps out at the small shrine tucked away from the main road. not the tourist spot kind of shrine, the local only type.

— wind chimes, worn steps and shades spots that always feel cool than everywhere else.

— you don't notice him at first, like genuinely. you're focused on the shrine, the silence and the way the air feels different here. then he speaks.

— "...Hello."

— nearly gives you an heart attack.

— tetsuya is soft-spoken, calm and so stills he blends into the background. he moves lik he doesn't want to disturb anything, neither the air or the moment.

— he asks if you'd like to draw an omikuji. explains the process slowly, clearly. he doesn't rush ou, nor does he watch too closely.

— you start visiting the shrine more often. sometimes with a reason, sometimes just because.

— tetsuya remembers you immediately. your face, your name, the fact that you prefer the shaded bench instead of the steps.

— he helps clean the shrine in the mornings, sometimes with your help, the others times without.

— he offers you iced tea once, then again. and by the fourth time, it becomes a part of you guys' routine. you sit tgether, bottles cold in your hands and cicadas filling the silence between you two.

— tetsuya gives advice witthout necessarily telling you what to do, phrases things gently.

— "Some things take time."

— "It's okay not to know."

— people assume you're close.

— you don't correct them, and neither does he.

— he gives you a charm one afternoon, a cute simple one. he hesitates before handing it to you, gives it to you under the pretense that "it's great for internal peace."

— he's not expressive in obvious ways, but he always makes space for you. he adjusts his schedule, wait a little longer before leaving the shrine.

— there's no rush, no tension that needs to be resolved : just a quiet understanding that you're welcome here, with him.

— if summer in nagahama had a place to rest, it would be the shrine. and if it had a person to guide you through it, it would be tetsuya.

kise ryouta — tourism office’s (underworked) part timer !

— kise ryouta works part-time at the town's tourist office.

— ..."works” would be a big word : the office is basically a glorified shackk with brochures nobody takes and a bell that rings one time out of five.

— there are, in fact, no tourists. sometimes a confused couple shows up for a ferry schedule, and ryouta treats them like celebrities.

— you met him because you were lost.

— not badly, just enough to curiously wander into the office. the bell rings, and his head snaps up like he's been waiting for this moment his whole life.

— "WELCOME— Oh, hi !"

— he's way too excited to see you, immediatly assumes you're a tourist (which isn't wrong in a way). you explains that you're staying with your grandma, he does not let that slow him down.

— he gives you the full tour. maps, recommendations, places you already know about, pointing dramatically like he's hosting a travel show.

— he's bad at his job, but in a charming way ?

— he forgets official infos, makes up fun facts and circles random spots on the map like they're some kind of secret gems.

— you start dropping by on purpose, mostly because he looks so happy every time the bell rings.

— ryouta is talkative, affectionate and is completely unashamed about it.

— compliments come easy to him.

— "That color looks really good on you."

— "Your sunscreen smells so good."

— he asks a million questions : what you like, what you don't, what you've already done, what you want to try next.

— sometimes, he abandons the office completely to show you around. he locks the door, puts up a "be back soon" sign.

— ...never comes back.

— ryouta has zero sense of personal space once he's comfortable with you, which is like immediately.

— he leans close, puts his head on your shoulder to look at something and grabs your hands to pull you somewhere cool he "just remembered."

— when it's slow (which is all the time), you sit together on the floor behind the desk. he tells you stories about the town and its people, you listen.

— ryouta doesn't overthink what you two are.

— he just knows he likes being around you, and he makes it obvious.

— if summer had a mascot, it would be him. sun-warmed skin, easy laughter, and the feeling that something good is always about to happen.

murasakibara atsushi — the giant and “scary” ice cream guy !

— murasakibara atsushi runs the local ice cream stand near the beach. not a cart : an actual stand that's been there forever. faded paint, flavors written in white chalk and a freezer that hums like it's alive.

— everyone calls him the ice cream guy. half the town forgets his name, but he doesn't care as long as he gets his pay.

— he's huge. like, alarmingly so.

— the first time you see him behind the counter, you genuinely wonders how he fits in there.

— you met him because your grandma sent you (like always...). gave you cash, and said "Get something cold."

— extremely ominous. very correct.

— the first interaction is awkward : you stare at the menu too long, he stares at you longer.

— "...You done thinkin' ?"

— rude ? maybe. funny ? yeah.

— you order something basic, which makes him silently judges you. then, he gives you a scoop that could basically counts as a meal in itself.

— it's good. like, stupidly and unfairly good.

— you start coing back. not on purpose, just... coincidence. it's hot. you're nearby. ice cream happens.

— by the third visit, he remembers your order. by the fifth, he doesn't even asks, just scoops and hands it over.

— atsushi lets you stand in the shade by the freezer when it’s too hot.

— he pretends not to notice your lingering.

— …he absolutely does.

— he sometimes gives you free ice cream “by accident”. other times, he lets you try the new flavors he’s testing.

— food is how he shows his affection after all.

— conversations with him are slow and spaced out with long silences that surprinsingly aren't awkward. he talks about ice cream flavors like they're serious business, you listen just as seriously.

— you help him close sometimes, wiping the counters, stacking the cons, sitting on the steps while he locks up.

— atsushi isn't loud about liking people : he just adjusts his routine to include them. you realize one day that you're a part of his.

— he never rushes you, never pressures you, never makes things complicated.

— the ice cream melts fast, the days pass slow. and somehow, that's perfect.

midorima shintarō — the weirdly superstitious bug-chasing guy !

— midorima shintarō studies insects, but that’s only half of the story.

— the other half is preparation. charms. omens. probability. he believes that the world gives signals, and that it’s on us to notice them.

— he always knows what kind of day it’ll be before it even began. he checks the weather, the lunar phase, his horoscope and the behavior of insects : all four have to align.

— you met him because he stopped you mid step.

— “Don’t move.”

— turns out there’s a beetle crossing the path. also, stepping forward would’ve been bad luck.

— he does not clarify how bad.

— shintarō carries a ridiculous amount of stuff : bug net, notebooks, pens, snacks, water, and at least three different charms.

— he insists that each one has a specific purpose.

— he gives you one the second time you meet, and when he says it’s for “general safety”, you don’t argue because it feels important.

— he refuses to leave his house, without checking his fortune for the day. if it’s bad, he readjusts his schedule (and your meetings). if it’s good, he’s visibly calmer.

— you start walking with him during field work, walks where he warns you about literally everything : uneven ground, unlucky numbers, ill-omened insects…

— when you ask if he really believes all of this, he adjusts his glasses and just says “Preparation is not belief. It’s responsibility.”

— …whatever that means.

— he’s also oddly reassuring ? whenever something goes wrong, he calmly states that he anticipated, before handing you the right charm. problem solved.

— if you forgot your charm, he gets visibly stressed. he insists you take one of his spares.

— …he has many.

— being around him feels strangely safe, like someone already thought of every worst-case scenario.

— if luck’s real, shintarō already made sure that it’s on your side.

akashi seijurō — the all-knowing mayor’s son !

— akashi seijurō is the mayor's son, which you learn accidentally.

— no announcement, no grand spectacle. just some random comment from someone at the market.

— "Oh, that's seijurō, the mayor's son."

— suddenly, a lot of things make sense.

— seijurō in a way that feels deliberate. a measured tone, a perfect posture and eyes that never miss anything.

— he speaks sofly, but people still listen anyway.

— you met him at a local event : he already knew who you were. your name, the fact that you're staying with your grandma, taht you've been around since the beginning of summer.

— "I'm glad you're enjoying Nagahama."

— he doesn't flex his status. hell, he doesn't need to.

— doors automatically open for him, conversations shifts when he enters a room.

— when he chooses to focus on you, it feels unsettling at first. then, strangely reassuring.

— seijurō asks thoughtfu questions, not small talk. he wants to know what you think, not only what you do : he also remembers your answers word for word.

— when he's alone, which is rare, he takes you on walk through the quieter parts of town, pointing out things you probably wouldn't have noticed on your town.

— he's not possessive per se, but he is attentive. always aware of where you are in a room, always makes sure that there's space for you besides him.

— people assume you're important to him long before you realize it yourself : people treat you differently and he don't correct then.

— when you disagree with him, he doesn't shut it down. he listens, considers your opinion, and respects it.

— he doesn't rush closeness. he lets it build naturally, like he's playing a long game of shogi.

— spending time with him feels good.

— things are always handled since he's literally thinking three steps ahead.

— he never asks you to choose anything, never pressures you. he simply makes sure that, wherever you are, you're comfortable.

— without ever saying out loud, seijurō makes it clear : you're welcome here.

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A/N : used the 30 pics allowed per post so i had to improvise the last divider… anyway ! first post of the year (and ever too) and why did no one told me it was so hard… THIS LITERALLY TOOK ONE WEEK TO WRITE. ill hope you’ll enjoy bcs i burned my eyes for this, switching from phone to pc for the gradients on html…

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MUSIC.! — red velvet, aoa, yves, artms, loona (boycott!), loosemble, newjeans, f(x), snsd, aespa, ive, twice, nmixx, triple s, ateez, txt, nct 127, pinkpantheress, rina sawayama, jhene aiko, feng, ariana grande, dean, sunmi, rescene, kiikii, sumin, kara, sistar, gfriend, leehi, youha, bibi, chung ha.

ANIMANGA.! — kuroko no basket, lovely complex, paradise kiss, gokinjo monogotari, blue lock, my hero academia, attack on titan, haikyuu, jujustu kaisen, chainsaw man, soul eater, evangelion, death note, assassination classroom, alice in bordeland, demon slayer, saiki kusuo, slam dunk, bleach.

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kagami taiga — five reasons why your boyfriend loves bulking season !

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