#snides22

I suppose you refer to my 2019 art summary? That’s a Gyuu from Kimetsu no Yaiba I drew for a KNY merch set!

Thank you!! And i am, actually! There's a few more on twitter but i took a break because pf school ^^ planning on picking it up again real soon though! Here's the link to it if you want <3

Ohhh THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

TRICK-OR-TREAT

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)

TREAT

Leaves scuttled across the empty road and Hajime watched them without really seeing them.  His mind was a galaxy away.  And then some.

Cold hands settled against the back of his neck and he jumped.

“What I don’t understand is how you love monster movies so much yet you jump so badly when scared.”  Kenma’s cold hands slid off his neck as Kenma leaned forward to peer up at him.  He was wearing a baseball cap - one of Matsukawa’s from the look of it - and had his hair tucked up into it messily.  He was also wearing Hajime’s favorite scarf and one of his favorite jackets and honestly no one should look decent in that hodgepodge mess of an outfit but somehow he did.  Or maybe it was just because Hajime hadn’t seen him for almost a year that was making him look so good.

“Well what I don’t understand,” Hajime replied, “is how you can look like a model for some bizarre teen fashion magazine when I know damn well you’ve been on a plane for ten hours, probably haven’t showered for at least two days, and are wearing three different people’s clothing.”

Kenma gave him a smirk.  “Twelve hours.  Three and a half days.  Six people,” he leaned and pressed his shoulder against Hajime’s arm, “and none of it is mine,” he whispered conspiratorially.

“Six-”  He glanced at Kenma’s outfit again.  Hat, scarf, jeans, jacket, long sleeved t-shirt.  Five pieces of clothing he could see.  He groaned softly.  “Please tell me your underwear is actually yours.”

“Get Oikawa to buy me a hot chocolate and maybe I’ll tell you.”  Kenma looked up at him innocently and he sighed again.

Then Hajime grinned and held his arm up for Kenma to slip under and he happily wrapped him in a hug.

“Welcome home,” he said.