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Happy sebek day !!!🐊💚 I decided to clean up an old sketch of him YAY

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As an Ushijima lover this is so cute 🥹 like definitely captures Ushi as a character

Wine and Movie - Ushijima Wakatoshi

Au: Regular (timeskip)

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, swearing? I can’t remember

Word Count: 2.9k

Yawning, you slugged into the gym a few minutes later than planned, and dropped yourself onto the bench next to the coach. Suzaku brushed his goatee, taking his eyes off the gym floor to give you a curious look from the corner of his eye.

“Bad date?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“I’m sorry, Kid. That sucks. You were looking forward to it.”

“Yep.”

He waited, lips pinched together until he couldn’t wait any longer. “What happened?”

“Ugh!” You sunk into the bench, back hunching until you fully curled over your lap. “He was just. So much? Too little? Everything and nothing at all?”

“How… descriptive.”

You groaned again, lifting your head to see the team walk in together with their training gear on and made their way to one of the trainers who was waiting in the centre of the gym to lead their warm-ups. You lowered your voice as they made a large circle, and some of the towering players settled into their spots a couple of steps in front of you.

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#📖 gen's fic recs #ushijima pls ily #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader

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Wine and Movie - Ushijima Wakatoshi

Au: Regular (timeskip)

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, swearing? I can’t remember

Word Count: 2.9k

Yawning, you slugged into the gym a few minutes later than planned, and dropped yourself onto the bench next to the coach. Suzaku brushed his goatee, taking his eyes off the gym floor to give you a curious look from the corner of his eye.

“Bad date?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“I’m sorry, Kid. That sucks. You were looking forward to it.”

“Yep.”

He waited, lips pinched together until he couldn’t wait any longer. “What happened?”

“Ugh!” You sunk into the bench, back hunching until you fully curled over your lap. “He was just. So much? Too little? Everything and nothing at all?”

“How… descriptive.”

You groaned again, lifting your head to see the team walk in together with their training gear on and made their way to one of the trainers who was waiting in the centre of the gym to lead their warm-ups. You lowered your voice as they made a large circle, and some of the towering players settled into their spots a couple of steps in front of you.

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So it's been a hot minute since I last posted on here...😳 anyway, I'll probably be back soon with more Haikyuu content because ya girl has been inspired. ✨️

#justgenthings #‼️-genupdates

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Every friend group has… Toman captains edition. 

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“look, i know we don’t know each other that well, but i’m still worried about you. no one deserves to be alone.” 

characters: hoshiumi kourai x fem! reader / slight miya atsumu

request status: OPEN / please send any reqs you guys have! my inbox is currently empty and im lacking in any kind of writing inspiration…like seriously lacking lmao. there could be a part two if any of you are interested in one. 

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#📖 gen's fic recs #I love Hoshiumi so much #also the angst 😌

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"He's a fucking liar. No one comes before you or after you, my love. No one."

MA'AM THIS LINE HAD ME SCREAMING INTO A PILLOW!!

Queen of Diamonds (Chapter 6): Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader

created by: @sirthisisa-wendys and @thehypestdeano

synopsis: you're in love. he's in love. and no one else seems to matter.

wc: 1.9k

tw: angst, violence

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Laughter.

It fills your house, fills your mouth, fills your heart with joy.

Tetta kisses you in the morning, evening, and night without fail. He comes home right on time for dinner every night. And more recently, took you on a date to one of your favorite art galleries. (It was also there that he proceeded to purchase a painting right off the wall and have it shipped to the house because you made that little noise that told him you liked it.)

And now, as you're watching it be installed on the second floor, you inhale the exhilaration of feeling a little closer to the man you married. Even so, you're still allowed your dalliances here and there, but you rely on them less and less for the extra comfort your husband has started to show for you.

So you suppose that's how things came to a head that night.

Saito is unusually quiet as you step out of the shower, and normally, you would think he's just enjoying his post-coital bliss in silence. But tonight had been one of the nights where you'd asked him to be a little rough with you - despite Tetta's orders that no one manhandles you. And while you're placing the bracelet your husband bought you on, Saito stands up slowly.

"He doesn't love you."

You shake your head, ignoring the words coming out of his mouth and dismissing them as ignorance. He'd said similar things before, but it'd gotten to a point where he was saying more and more, even though it was obvious that you know differently.

You even started to shower before you went home, but not to hide the smell of another man. No, you showered out of respect for your husband, who would surely be waiting on you with dinner when you arrived home tonight.

"Saito," you begin slowly. "Don't start."

"You know it, deep down. He just sees you as a trophy. Don't you get it? You're nothing to him. If you left, he'd just get another pretty girl to replace you." You grit your teeth and turn to the man, who is standing miserably in the lowlight of the hotel room.

"You don't know anything about our marriage except that he lets me fuck who I want."

"Yeah, but does he ever want to fuck you? If I was your husband, I'd never let another man look at you like that."

"Saito--"

"Who's to say he's not fucking some broad while you're here fucking me?"

"He doesn't have time for that," you scoff. "If you knew my husband, you'd know his work consumes him."

"He's manipulated you into thinking that, hasn't he?" You slam your hands down on the dresser, shaking the thought of Tetta fucking someone else. If only Saito knew that Tetta enjoyed watching you get fucked, listening to your moans, holding your hand, worshipping your body like he did the evening you went shopping...

"You're delusional," you grit out.

"Please, y/n," Saito cries out, chasing after you as you walk towards the door. He grabs your wrist and pins you to the wall, breathing heavily. "You deserve so much better." The man uses his free hand to reach into his pocket and pull out a box. "I'm not as rich as your husband, but I can satisfy you. You won't need other men. I won't neglect you in bed, nor will I sleep around on you. Please, just don't go home to him." He shakily opens the box, still keeping one hand firmly on your arm. The ring inside is nothing close to the opulence of your current ring, but it's not the lackluster ring that puts you off and terrifies you.

It's the frenzied look in his eyes that sets you on edge.

"Let go of me, Saito." You say forcefully, trying to rip your hand out of his grasp.

"So you can go back to that fucking asshole?" His grip tightens on your arm and you cry out, feeling his sharp nails dig into your skin. "I don't think so." With your free arm, you swing your purse against your assailant's face repeatedly, until he finally releases you. You sprint for the door and toss it open, then jog down the back stairs, heart pumping wildly.

I have to get out of here, I have to get out of here.

You barely have enough time to catch your breath before you exit the hotel, straight into the rain and cold. Tears run down your face rapidly as you walk through the biting chill, shivering furiously. You can't form a thought as the cold cuts through your thin coat and you're halfway down the street when you remember that your phone is in your purse. Hurriedly, you duck under an awning, weeping as you press the call button on your phone.

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"Tetta?"

Kisaki's heart drops into his stomach at the sound of your quivering voice. Something's wrong.

"What's wrong?" And then he hears the sound of your keening cries. Not like the ones you shed in the restaurant on your anniversary. No, you're crying because you're terrified. Tetta finds himself standing up from the dining room table, tossing the napkin onto the wood before making his way toward his keys. "Where are you, sweetheart?"

"I don't know, I-- I was running so fast and--" Kisaki pulls the phone away from his face and marches toward the garage, pulling up the GPS on his phone. He thanks his past self for putting an emergency tracker on her phone, just in case something like this occurred.

"Okay," he breathes softly, seeing the little blue dot hone in on your location. "I'm on my way. Just stay on the phone with me, babe."

"O-okay."

Blood rushes through Tetta's veins rapidly, causing him some lightheadedness but sharpness of mind as he drives through the streets of the city at an ungodly speed.

Tetta's mind runs through the various possibilities as you continue to cry on the other end, but when he says that he's only one minute away from you, you sober up a little.

When he sees your distraught face under the awning of some closed-up pawn shop, it's then that he feels rage mixing in with the fear and heartbreak. He snatches the umbrella from the passenger side, puts the car into park, and dashes out into the rain.

He doesn't even remember getting his suit wet. All he can recall is being five paces, four paces - why can't he move any faster? - three paces, going up the stairs, and then, finally facing you.

"Come on," he chants, pulling you close and finding that you're terribly cold - freezing, almost. "Let's get you home."

You're silent the entire car ride home. Tetta blasts the heat and half-expects you to tell him what happened immediately. But you don't speak, preferring to huddle in his warm coat and stare out of the window at the passing scenery.

And Tetta won't push you to speak. He never has, but only because he knows if he pushes you, you might snap at him and be irritated with his presence. And he can't have that; not when he's worked so hard to get you to talk to him in the first place.

There's nothing to say when he walks you past the kitchen, your eyes dead as you're guided up the stairs and to the master bath. Hands begin to work at running the water, tossing in the Epsom salt, the bubbles, even the oil you like. Tetta checks, rechecks, and checks the temperature again, his hand dipping into the water every so often to make sure it's just right.

And then he turns his attention to you, helping you undress slowly, carefully.

"Go ahead," he whispers as you approach the waiting bath. "I'll help you in." Your skin is still cold to the touch, but when you step into the bath, your mouth pops open a little to let a small breath escape. "Too hot?" Kisaki wonders, but you shake your head and sink into the water. Nimble fingers work at his sleeves, tugging them past his elbows before he kneels down beside you and picks up a washcloth.

"My face," you slur, and he nods, placing the cloth back down on the edge of the tub and picking up your face wash.

"Do you want me to do it?"

"My fingers are numb," you reply. Tetta quickly works the wash into a lather and covers the left side of your face before working on the right side, each of his motions slow and gentle. You're not fully with him yet, but as he proceeds to wash your body, he finds the little nail marks in your skin, the drag marks of nails across your forearm, and the beginnings of a nasty bruise on your wrist.

It takes everything in your husband to not let the rage bubble up and erupt at the signs of injury on his wife. But he knows if he shows any anger, that you'll take it as if he's angry with you. And that just won't do. Not when you looked at him with the most loving expression the other night. Not when your mouth opened to say his name like your hopes and dreams rested on his shoulders. Not when you mumbled "I love you" when he kissed you goodbye as you lay in bed.

Not when his whole life rested in the palm of your hand and his emotions were wrapped around your ring finger.

The time between the bath and tucking you into bed seems too short, but as his fingers course across your hair absentmindedly, he thinks long and hard about other things.

First, he needed to know what happened.

Second, he needed to find that son of a bitch - which wouldn't be too hard, considering the fact that you'd already told him everything about Saito.

And third, a call to Hanma would be in order.

"He tried to propose," you whisper into the void of the room, and Tetta perks up. "I told him he was delusional but he told me... he told me you didn't love me."

"You didn't believe him," Tetta replies and you shake your head, eyes becoming glassy once more. Your lip begins to quiver but Tetta shushes you, placing a kiss against your forehead.

"I ran so fast," you add, wiping your eyes.

"Did he say anything else?"

"That you see me as a trophy but I'm easily replaceable. But I told him he was wrong." Tetta clenches his jaw, thinking about all the things he's going to do. "He's wrong, right?" Your plea for affirmation tugs at Kisaki's heart and he leans down to press a very tender kiss to your lips, your nose, your eyes, your forehead.

"He's a fucking liar. No one comes before you or after you, my love. No one."

You fall asleep with his hand on yours, but Tetta knows he can't stay here all night. He's got work to do.

"Hanma," he speaks into the phone as he closes the door to the master bedroom, leaving you behind. "We're going hunting tonight."

"Sounds exciting," the man murmurs on the other line. "What should I bring?"

"Your fishing line... bait. And maybe some rocks. I think I'd like to skip some across the lake for a while."

"I'm on it."

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taglist: @hana-patata

#📖 gen's fic recs #the angst on this one was just too good #tetta kisaki #kisaki tetta #kisaki tetta x reader #kisaki tokyo revengers

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I’d like to thank the Haikyuu stage actors for creating countless selfies that wouldn’t exist in canon…

…this one isn’t one of them though, here’s Sakusa searching for Ushiwaka at the Interhigh and getting jumped by the bodyguards instead (real)

feat. Kikuchi Shuuji (Goshiki), Tsuwabuki Toshi (Sakusa), and Katou Ken (Tendo)

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Top tier angst right there 😩

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Kisaki Tetta x Reader

wc: 2k

summary: kisaki returns to your secure hotel after a long day of work only to have his worst fear become reality. what will he find in the hotel room? his happiness or a future too dark to fathom?

cw: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. ANGST. NO HAPPY ENDING. blood, death, angst, fucking sadness, grief, Kisaki is a simp what else is new, also I gave him snippets of family history (mentions of abuse)

a/n: i cried writing this. holy hell. this was inspired by a wonderful anon and i hope this is what you wanted :) also if you want to feel it listen to The Departed by Michael Nyman on repeat

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

Kisaki knew something was wrong the second he stepped inside the hotel. The hotel he had specifically chosen because it came with five extra layers of security.

The reception area was empty and the front desk all but abandoned, except for a fresh smear of red splattered across the countertop.

It all made his pulse quicken as he made his guards run off to sweep the area because the most important thing in his life was supposed to be secure in this hotel. His only reason for living, for breathing, was on the top floor.

He ignores his men’s calls for him to leave as he races over to the elevator, hitting the button over and over with an urgency he didn’t know he possessed. His calm and cool exterior giving way to the beast underneath.

The elevator ride is too long. It lets him rethink every facet of his day; every small thing that went wrong that led him here. The way you practically pushed him out of bed because he was going to be late, how you prepared his morning coffee for him as he showered, the twinkle in your eye when you saw him put on his suit jacket, and the gentle shove out the door without even a kiss, your voice saying, “You can get your kiss when you get home! You're already late.”

The promise of your lips when he was done with all of this bullshit was the only thing keeping him going throughout the day. And now this.

He palms the gun he has hidden away; he shouldn’t need it, right? The elevator is going to open and he’s going to be greeted by Hanma’s smug grin as he carries a dead body or two.

The elevator doors ding open to the empty hallway, and it does nothing to quell the rising bile in his throat. It’s quiet, far too quiet. He pulls his gun from its holster and makes his way down the still hallway to the large wooden door at the far end.

He places his hand on the doorknob, the cool touch of the metal grounding him.

Inside, you're wrapped up in blankets on the luxurious couch, the soft plush of the blankets making a stark contrast to the elaborate wooden molding along the back of the couch.

As soon as you see him walk through the door, your eyes light up, “Tetta! You're home early!” You always say that, even if it’s not true. You try to get up from your blanket cocoon but almost fall over. Good thing he’s there to catch you, his arms wrapping around your back as you wrap yours around his neck.

“Did you have a good day, love?” he whispers into your neck, before taking a deep breath of your hair, letting the scent calm him.

“It would have been better if you were here, but Hanma helped me make dinner.”

“Oh, is Shuji still here?” Kisaki asks, looking around for his second in command.

You wave him off, “No, he left earlier. Something about being needed elsewhere or something.” You give him one of your dazzling smiles, before raising your eyebrows suggestively. “But Tetta, that means we’re all alone for the rest of the night.”

His hands cup your face, pulling your face close to his. “Oh yeah? And what happens if some bad guys come to attack us?”

“I know you’ll protect me.”

Your voice is so filled with love and trust it makes his heart hurt. He can’t not be kissing you for any longer. His heart bursts out of his chest when your lips connect with his. Your fingers loop through the belt loops at his side and you pull him closer to you.

Fuck, you’re so perfect.

It repeated in his head like a mantra as he kisses you over and over again. Until you're pulling away from him.

“Tetta, I love you.” It’s whispered breathlessly across his lips, straight into his soul, and you know it from the way he freezes.

Every time you say it, it catches him off guard; he doesn't feel worthy of your love, but the way you giggle and whine, “Say it back!” lets him pretend that he is.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, causing more giggles. He says it over and over again like a mantra, “I love you, I love you.”

I love you.

His hand is still on the doorknob, the metal warm from his grasp because he can’t bring himself to open the door. The echoes of your laughter fade from his mind as he pushes past the lump in his throat and turns the knob.

Broken glass crunches under his shoes when he enters the dark room. With only the city lights outside to guide his way, he steps over bodies, broken pieces of wood paneling, bullet casings, and smashed furniture while making his way towards the couch.

Your blankets are still there, thrown across the back molding. The plush now filled with rips and tears hangs limply against the wood.

Tetta walks towards the adjoining bedroom door, past a large, smashed vase with flowers strewn about on the floor. The same flowers that he surprised you with just a day ago. The pinks and blues of the buds clash wildly with the dark hue of blood coating the petals: a horrifyingly, beautiful dichotomy of life mocking him.

He hears a shuffle, spinning around to see Hanma trying to sit up. He’s clutching his side, blood oozing between his fingers and dripping on the floor. His feet are trying to push himself up the wall but failing to have enough strength.

Hanma’s voice is garbled and Kisaki can barely make out what he's saying. Between the blood pouring from his lips to the white noise coating Tetta’s brain, he can only register the small apologies as he keeps moving.

He needs to find you, or find evidence that you're truly not here. If you were taken, maybe you’re not—

He throws the door to the bedroom open, scanning the room. The four poster bed is collapsed, clothes thrown about the room, a spatter of bullet holes line each wall, and his men lay unmoving at his feet.

He cares about none of it when he moves further into the room.

And then he sees you.

His soul shatters as he runs to your side, collapsing to his knees next to you. He doesn't know what to do, his hands hovering over your body. He sees the holes in your chest, the deep red staining your shirt and now his knees as he kneels in it, in your blood.

“No, no, no,” he whispers over and over, taking your hand in his. This can’t be real. This isn’t happening.

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to wake from this nightmare of reality. But nothing works. The image of you laughing as he kisses your neck still hangs in his mind and now that's all but a memory.

A small whisper of his name has him opening his eyes; your eyes are barely open, and your voice so small he almost misses it.

“I knew you'd come.”

He can feel himself start to lose it, the grip on reality he has slipping away and he questions if this is really happening, but he won't squander this moment. He can’t.

“I’m here! Of course I'd come for you,” he says feverishly. He has, he always will.

You try to gather your strength, lifting your other hand up to his cheek. He holds it gently against his face, staring down at you.

“Please don't leave me. Don't go. I can’t go on without you,” his voice is a small whisper but you still hear him.

“I love you, Tetta.” Tears stream down his face, and you try to wipe them away with your thumb.

But Tetta can’t breathe; his whole life lies before him dying and he can’t do anything to stop it. You don't deserve this, you never deserved this.

“Come on Tetta, you have to say it back.” The soft smile on your face breaks his heart even more.

“I love you, I love you so much. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry,” he sobs, every cell in his body begging for this all to stop. For this to be a terrible joke that someones playing on him.

With as much strength as you can muster, you pull him down to you, guiding his lips to yours. The kiss is weak, your lips barely moving against his, all of your strength draining from your body as you spend this last moment with him.

He pours his love into you, giving everything he can to make this millisecond drag on longer and longer. It never has to end if this second goes on for eternity. This is enough, it has to be. It has to be. This is all he has. No amount of smarts or money can fix this fixed point in time.

He pulls away from the kiss to cradle your body in his arms, all of you drained out and gone, leaving behind an empty body that he knows every secret to. The way you like your tea, the look on your face when you have a secret to hide, how you take steaming hot showers and tease him about not being able to take the heat. You're his everything. Every piece of him is a part of you and now that you're gone, those pieces are too.

Fuck he can’t do this. He really can not do this.

Pulling you impossibly closer, he screams. He screams until he can’t anymore, until his voice is hoarse. And then he screams more. Anything to feel something that isn’t this. That isn’t this emptiness where you should be. The hole inside him that you carved out yourself is now painstakingly empty.

He forgot what it was to not feel. The change that you caused in him only dooms him now. He never felt like this before you. Not once when his dad was beating him, or when his mom abandoned him. Never before in his life has he known this feeling.

The thought of living without you for one second would have broken him so easily before, but now this? This eternity that he's doomed to live without you? He won't move past this. He can't. The only thing in his life worth living for is gone forever.

Kisaki lets his head fall, taking in your beautiful face one last time. Running his fingers along your lips, the lips he will never get to kiss again, he lets all of his tears fall. Let’s the river run through him as he builds a mental dam around everything that is you.

Every memory, every laugh, every joke. He builds it up brick by brick. Preserving it in place to hide it, to push the pain so far away from him so that he can stand and do what needs to be done. So that he can get revenge on the person that took everything from him, from the person that took you away from him.

He protects your body in his arms, carrying you out of the bedroom, past the flowers and the broken vase to lay you down on the couch. He covers you with the tattered blanket and gives you a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, fuck, I love you,” he whispers against your skin before he puts the last brick in place, sealing you up in his mind before turning to leave.

His new numb state is preferred to the hole you pierced in his heart, and he will end the people who did this to you, to the both of you. The elevator door dings as it opens, and he takes one look back before stepping inside.

The world will know his fury for taking the only thing he has ever loved.

#📖 gen's fic recs #started simping on Kisaki as joke #but bro i dont think its a joke anymore

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pls i've thought about being ia but then it turns out i can't live without opening tumblr every other hour skksdjkds

That was me a few months back lmao. Just got too busy with work and other things lately that I couldn't find the time and energy to be active here.

The amount of unwritten fics I have (that may or may not be all angst) is starting to get out of hand 🙃

#replies 💌 #💖 moots #Inez #I need to start writing again

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Could NOT stop thinking about this selfie of Semi’s and Shirabu’s stage actors. So I drew it. Then accidentally fully rendered it. 😅

(feat. Sera Yusuke & Satou Nobunaga)

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hello gen bestie, imy, it's been a while :( hru ?

Omg hi!! Imy too, Inez!! 😭 It's been too long.

I've been inactive for quite some time honestly, but I'm slowly trying to get back.

#replies 💌 #💖 moots #Inez

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japan men’s national volleyball olympics team reads thirst tweets- (pt 1/?)

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Engeki Haikyuu Team Introductions:

↳ Aoba Johsai High School

↳ Shiratorizawa Academy

I keep trying to make nice gifsets of their entrances, but gifs don’t do them justice so here they are 😍

Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu: The Strongest Team. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST. Support the production if you can by purchasing the Blu-ray / DVD!

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LEV DAY!!!! Everyone sent him a gift to surprise him at work ;; <3 (who sent the roses HEHEHEHE) 

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in conclusion: the entire team is very precious and full of babies

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Oh wow...this is definitely a fave of mine now.

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: When Cupid’s arrows were no match for the Reaper’s scythe yet it still found a way to reach him.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 8k+

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Shuji Hanma x gn! reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Based off of Single by The Neighbourhood

No. Shuji Hanma thinks when his feet lead him to the same obnoxious student filled college where he swore he wouldn’t dare to return at how desperate he might’ve seemed. Clad in a hoodie with a cigarette thrown to the floor to allow himself to step into the grounds of such a prestigious institution.

Crossing his arms to his chest, leaning on the wall, he awaits with grimace on his face at how obscene it is for him to be this soft.

But the sudden chatter of the so called rich batch of teenagers resonate through him and with a particular laugh that stood above all of it, a blinding light stunned his eyes when your smile had appeared as if time had stopped and slowed down for his heart to prepare itself for the foolery he’d catch on.

“There you are.” You greeted him with that welcoming voice of yours and all that it took was your eyes to be on him and Hanma’s breath was hitched at your existence.

“They shouldn’t see me with you.” He was stern, hesitant, and insecure while he spoke but when you placed a kiss to the back of his hand before you rest it on your cheek, he knew he wouldn’t want anything else.

“I don’t care what the world judges of you and me, as long as you’re the only person I’ll ever see, Shuji.”

You’re my soulmate, Y/N. My eyes are yours to take.

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#📖 gen's fic recs #the angst was too good #hanma x reader #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma shuji #hanma angst