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character aesthetics: zenitsu agatsuma (kimetsu no yaiba) → a bday gift for my better half @biggergiants - i wish you the happiest of birthdays babe!! 💖

He knows he shouldn’t be so nervous. Yes, okay, it’s a date, they’re on a date, but it’s a date with Tendo, and Tadashi knows him. He knows this is okay, that he’s comfortable around Tendo.

He knows he’s been wishing for this exact scenario for a long time now.

The thing is, now he’s here, and they’re really on a date, Yamaguchi can’t stop his palms from sweating, or his heart from pounding, because it’s real, it’s really real. Them being on a date proves that Tendo must like him, and Tadashi really doesn’t want to mess it up now he’s gotten what he wanted.

“So, um...” Here it is, his chance to start an amazing conversation that will lead to hours of talking and bonding and falling in love.

@biggergiants​ asked:  [flip] from gintoki :3c [ Sunday Special Starters & Symbols ]

     Work is hard sometimes. Hard in a way that she can’t put into words. In a way that settles into her bones, and she carries it back home with her. It lingers in the tense set of her shoulders even after she showers and lets herself drop onto the mattress. Gintoki notices as soon as he enters the bedroom, but says nothing. Not because he doesn’t know how to approach it, but because he understands better than anyone. Instead of asking her if she’s okay or trying to get her to talk about it, he simply joins her in bed, brings her close, and offers himself in any capacity that might make her feel better.

Alice smiles. Small, but genuine. The truth is that she loves this man with all her heart. She might not be ready to say it. Just like he is definitely not ready to hear it. But it doesn’t change the fact that she does love him, and it shows in every look and touch they share in private. Her hand cradles his handsome face, thumb affectionately caressing along his cheekbone to try and ease some of the concern she sees in his eyes before she pulls him into a kiss.

She loses herself in the taste of him for what feels like an eternity, parting only to take in much needed gulps of air before diving right back in, until his warmth has spread throughout her body as well. Breathless, she bites her kiss swollen lips and seeks his gaze, both touched and aroused at the unwavering confirmation she finds there that he is all hers to take. 

Izuku can’t take this anymore.

Him and Kacchan were supposed to be doing better. They’re no longer on opposite sides and at a loss when it comes to understanding each other. They have little issue holding normal conversations and acting like proper friends. So, why are they cycling back to making the same mistakes all over again? Why won’t Kacchan talk to him?

It’s been close to three months since Kacchan kissed him, and the shift in their dynamic gets more and more dramatic by the week.

They almost always sleep in the same bed now, often holding each other for the entirety of the night. Something that made sense at first, when Izuku had just returned from the hospital, but has long since stopped having a justifiable reason. Plus, they spend time together outside of class almost every day, and hover way more than necessary. Kacchan has even kissed him more, albeit on places like the head or the cheek where he has some form of plausible deniability.

They were acting, well… like a couple! But whenever Izuku tries to bring it up, he always gets brushed off. Questioning why Kacchan kissed him just gets him ‘because I felt like it!’ in response. As if that solves their problems! Anything else he attempts to ask about the status of their relationship also gets him similar non-answers. ‘I don’t wanna talk about it’. ‘There’s nothing to say’. ‘Stop asking that’.

And Izuku… he’s tried to give him space, to not push so hard. He’s told himself over and over again that Kacchan will come to him when he’s ready. That it’s going to happen, Kacchan just needs more time to sort things out for himself. So, Izuku has waited and waited and waited, and now he feels like he’s about to snap. How hard is it to get one straight answer?!

Apparently impossible, because trying it one more time, as Kacchan is ready to crawl into bed as usual, gets him only a muttered excuse about being tired and needing rest.

Unable to sit in his stuffy room any longer, Izuku sneaks out of the dorms and to the gym. Some late-night training is as good an idea as any to blow off steam. Even if Kacchan comes along with him, following Izuku’s half-hearted offer.

Except it doesn’t help at all. After half an hour of sparring where he’s painfully on edge, Izuku doesn’t feel any better. How could he? It’s not like fighting resolved anything!

Especially not when Kacchan points out how late it is and suggests they go back to Izuku’s room to sleep. Them. Together. As they’d been doing on continuous loop. Following a lethal pattern with nothing to show for it.

He won’t do it. Not anymore. He needs to know if him and Kacchan are on the same page! Because, god, Izuku is so achingly in love with him that it’s killing him to stay silent.

     Apprehension and letters of an unapproved plan sent by her adopted brother were everything they had to keep going in the last months. Choosing to offer support to his absurdity wasn’t an easy decision, nor one that was hers to take, but their commander’s. The young woman wasn’t completely against it, as she wouldn’t feel comfortable in leaving her family behind. But the only thing she wanted was for him to come  h o m e.

     The hazards of each day in Liberio did nothing to alleviate the uneasiness of the perilous situation they were in. They did everything they could to blend in: weared their clothes, talked like them, avoided topics that might denounce them. They were never by themselves, even if they couldn’t go out in big groups or it could draw unwanted attention.

     That would be the day. To say that the youngest Ackerman didn’t feel not even a bit of anxiety, it would be a lie. But she was good at suppressing most of her feelings, and she had concealed worse emotions, she remember with a bitter taste in her mouth and a twinge of pain. Another memory, another regret, coming back to hit her excruciatingly. And the place she was an agonizing reminder.

     INTERNMENT ZONE. It felt wrong and hard to watch. In the middle of the festival, everything almost looked  n o r m a l. But so many armbands, tagging eldians like cattle made her stomach twitch. And there was the dark-haired girl, pretending she was nothing like them. A decepcion. She’s seen white, most one them and one or two in the color yellow. Dark eyes glanced at Jean, that was a few steps away, feigning interest in a tent. It would be suspicious for her to be disinterestedly stagnant, so she walked away from her comrade.

     It was not the festival that distracted her, but her thoughts, running from the plans for that night to the dark places of her mind, where dwelled memories she wished to forget. Mikasa saw red out of the corner of her eye when her arm brushed against someone else’s. Don’t look back, continue walking. Against her better judgment, she started to turn. Most of the warriors didn’t know her face, it shouldn’t be a problem unless... please don’t be him. Eyes dragged slowly up his arm to focus on his face, standing taller than her.