𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡

             ★,                  ───        𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙰,     𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝   𝚠𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝   ! 

an   independent   &   low   activity   multimuse   ft.      ushijima   wakatoshi,        yachi   hitoka,       &        haiba   lev       of   haikyu!!       mikoshiba   seijuro       of   free!       sakura   chiyo       of   monthly girls' nozaki-kun      &      takamaki   ann     of      persona   5   .               carrd !          by      mars.  

★,    ───     #𝐕𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒    ...    a   multi-muse   featuring     𝑺𝑨𝑲𝑼𝑹𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑶,     also     including    characters   from   haikyu!!   &   free!   &   persona 5.                    𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧  𝐛𝐲   𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬.

★,    ───     #𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐄𝐒   ...    a   multi-muse   featuring     𝑴𝑰𝑲𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑩𝑨   𝑴𝑰𝑲𝑶𝑻𝑶,    also     including    characters   from   haikyu!!   &   free!                  𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧  𝐛𝐲  𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞.

    you think,    did love exist before moments like this?    not a figment you can’t place,    unrealistic in the world you’ve carved for no one.    she did this;      an enamored blame that you don’t wish to tell her;      to keep the emotions within your own,    solid and unfaltering to hoard for yourself just a while longer.    a creation of something genuine     ─────     by the quiet rise of her steady breath,    by the flutter of her eyes in near - slumber,    the warmth of her body against you.    (    you wish to grasp whatever it is she is,    …    as if you could.    )

you’re timid,    in ways you’ve never been before.     it’s that calm tremor    ──    not unlike a shiver,    and not unlike an earthquake     ──     within your chest.     you watch her because oh,    what can you do?    the glow of the television set illuminates peace and quiet,    yet …     is it the sound of her laughter that’s missing for you?    is her attention too far away?      ”      takamaki-san …      ”      you’re near silent,    hushed and falsified calm.    the beat of your soul shakes you when you reach,    when you brush against the curve of her shoulder.      ”       takamaki-san,    it’s getting late.       ”                             @vctries​.

                         SHE HADN’T . . . !                    she  hadn’t  aimed  to  fall  asleep;  far  too  fast,     far  too  quick.     the  relief  of  nights  like  this,     soft  and  quiet  and  easy,     guide  her  into  a  false  sense  of  security.     like  ann  can  ignore  the  flutter  of  her  unsteady  heart,     like  her  palms  aren’t  slick  with  nerves  and  sweat,     as  if  the  sheer  giddiness  of  his  presence  can  be  washed  away  from  her  expression  with  the  luxury  of  her  terrible     (     read:     fantastic!     )     acting  skills.     she  can  pretend,     right?     she  can  impersonate  the  relaxation  of  her  emotions  as  if  they  aren’t  clogging  up  every  crevice  of  her  brain,     like  her  ribs  aren’t  crushing  with  the  undeniable  feelings  slipping  in  between  them?     (     oh,     hey,     let’s  not  even  mention  the  scattering  internet  searches  of        ‘     how  to  tell  if  you  have  a  crush  on  someone  ?        ‘     that’s  just  ...     embarrassing.     )