https://archiveofourown.org/works/39295749/chapters/105395445#workskin

@nonbayanary Hello, wasn't sure if I should tag you but glad to know you're on tumblr cause I happened to read your hirusena fic and it's truly heartwarming and comforting to me. I love the way you explore their emotional growth and the concept of found family really touch my heart 🥹.

I enjoy every single scene in the fic, but the train scene just kinda inspired me to draw something out of it. Though I'm sorry because it doesn't really match the scene in the fic and I somewhat drew it based on my imagination 🥲.

HiruSena as childhood friends, ft. Sena's nickname for Hiruma, and Hiruma's (violent) advice

Jeeps are the most common method of transportation in the Philippines. A lot of street children sit on the back entrance of jeeps so they don't have to pay the fare. It's dangerous to do, especially on speeding jeeps, because it's easy to fall right off.

Part 2 of the HiruSena ft. Philippine jeepneys series

HiruSena ft. Philippine jeepneys (the most common method of transportation here)

CONTEXT: When jeeps are full during rush hour, it's normal to see two to four men hanging onto the back of the jeep by the railings. This shit is dangerous, because if you lose your grip while the jeep is moving, you'll get into an accident.

This is also something that both Hiruma and Sena would definitely do.

RIP HiruSena, you would have loved commuting via clinging onto jeeps like your life depends on it (and it does)

HiruSena Jeep series: (1/2)

A fond smile plays upon Nijuuichi’s lips as he inclines his head. “I’m ready, Ichii," he repeats. "You don’t have to ask every time, you know.”

“I’m not going to presume you’ll always say yes," Youichi replies. "I’m not some fucking beast.”

“But my answer will always be a yes,” Nijuuichi says, so simple and so innocent that Youichi wants to shake him, hard.

“Until it isn’t,” Youichi shoots back, a little incensed.

“It’s okay when it’s you,” Nijuuichi says, and Youichi’s heart almost flies out of his mouth in shock.

Sunlight dapples on the bench’s surface as it filters between the trees. Komorebi, they call it.

”I thought you hated it when you sat on the flowers,” Youichi murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he glances at his yifu — his godfather, Nijuuichi.

“You remembered?” Nijuuichi asks, astonished. “I mean, I don’t want to kill them… But I don’t want to trouble you either.”

"If I make a fucking drinking game out of the times you’ve said that—” Youichi mutters, finally lowering his foot when all the flowers have been wiped off the bench. “—I’d be dead in a ditch.”

Yet, as Youichi slowly lowers his yifu onto the stone bench, the attentive care and the gentleness in his movements are a stark contrast to his sharp words.

“That would be quite unfortunate, then,” Nijuuichi says, patting Youichi’s arm in fond gratitude when his the teenager puts him down. He smiles up at Youichi. “Because my godson has always been so good to me.”

Nijuuichi’s face and hair are dazzlingly bright with komorebi, the sunlight pooling sweetly within a dimple on his cheek. Some of the liquid gold rays catch in a few locks of his white hair, lighting them up as if they too contained small suns within them.

“Thank you, Ichii.”

Youichi’s eyes widen for a fraction before he smooths his expression into something mild. But his heart pounds like the thrumming of wedding bells, and he can’t keep the affection from his crinkling eyes.

This is Youichi’s secret: he’s in love with his yifu.

Hiruma talking Sena out of doing something reckless and insane bcs "THAT SHIT CAN KILL YOU, ARE YOU A FUCKING STUPID, HUH??? there's an idiot here, AN IDIOT!!!"