I keep thinking about you and kunigami together post wild card. mayhaps perhaps <3 he’s still a gentleman at heart, still pays for all your dates and opens your doors and walks you home. but he’s maybe a little quieter now, a little jagged around the edges, takes a little longer to open up to you than he used to. he’s also a little more protective of you, holding you tighter, closer, like you might disappear if he doesn’t. but I do really truly believe you still are his safe space, the closest he gets to being who he used to be — or maybe, it would be better to say who he is now but with more consideration, careful to make sure he doesn’t take anything for granted. your love grounds him. you, who he can still return to, the softest smile that he reveals at a joke you made. you, the person he keeps tucked away from the prying eyes of his teammates. mayhaps perhaps!!!!!! I would love to know your thoughts and pov as well of course, and no pressure to agree in any way, i love and want to learn more about your selfships always — @saetiate
CORAAAA!! first of all :c i got emotional reading this augh, the way you wrote about me and kunigami???? it is so very lovely and i am honored you think about us in this way.
i will share the details about kunize lore soon but! a quick version is: we become friends in middle school, i move out of japan in high school, he enters blue lock and i don't hear from him for months. (due to blue lock's phone ban during the first selection, then he goes through wild card and idt he gets to go back home the way the others did for a week.) so there is quite a bit of time after where we're slowly rebuilding our relationship, which is made harder by the changes he went through in wild card.
ultimately though, when we're dating, i think a lot of it is as you said! he was always chivalrous and caring when we were in school together (waiting for me if band practice runs late so we can take the metro together), but now that he's older, he's even more so. it makes me a bit fluttery, the way he holds doors open, rests his hand on my lower back, keeps me close if the train is crowded—keeping himself between me and the mass of people behind him.
our dynamic is different from when we were younger though. we were both more open then, bright-eyed and expressive, dreamers in our own ways. after wild card, i talk a lot, but it's mostly lighter, unserious things because i'm afraid of opening up and him realizing he doesn't like what he sees. he's a little quieter but it's because he's weighing his words—he fears hurting me with a thoughtless comment—so when he speaks it's always with purpose. but i pull soft expressions from him as i talk and make jokes, brightening his day and being a place of comfort to him. he coaxes me to express my more negative emotions, becoming someone i can confide in. it takes a while for us to get to the point where we have quiet, serious conversations where we lay our hearts down for the other to hold, but i think he reaches there first because he doesn't want to lose me. he trusts that i will treasure the heart he has bared for me. i do, and i bare mine in turn.
wahhhh um!! that's it for now, thank you for stopping by and sharing such lovely thoughts about me and him •///• and thank you for letting me ramble about it!! i love you cora, i hope you'll have a good weekend <3
