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Drunk Daze

The Special All-Star Match that Kuroo set up was a hit and the man has been thinking if he should organize one every year or every month based on the rating and the revenue alone. Since it was indeed a hit, Kuroo managed to book a bar to celebrate the All-Star Win that the match produced. Unlimited drinks are served by none other than Hanamaki who volunteered himself.

Everyone was having fun, karaoke vocals blasting through the bar despite the DJ music playing in the background. Everyone was having fun, or so it seems.

Iwaizumi has been groaning when Oikawa starts to reach for his drink and downs three-fourths of it, leaving him with the small amount. Oikawa won’t let him get another glass as he phrases it,

“Hajime let’s save the workers some work and just share the glass. One less glass to wash is a great help. Save water, save time.” He would always say with a smile and a piercing stare when Iwaizumi attempts to get one for himself.

Hajime wanted to drink and not babysit for the night, but Oikawa’s not letting him drink like he wanted (and needed) to. It’s starting to annoy him, and so he starts to let his plan take action. Making Oikawa drunk enough to not snatch his well-deserved drink away from him.

“Are you sure you’re letting him drink all of your hard liquors, Haji? He looks like he’s close to blurting something embarrassing if someone comes up to him.” Makki whispers as he leans to give Hajime his nth glass.

“He’ll manage…” Hajime mutters as a reply, watching as Oikawa stare at the mirror wall behind Makki.

“You’re not gonna get my drink away from me?” he asks Oikawa, snapping him out of his trance.

“No, you have it. First.” Oikawa states, eyes opening and closing slowly. He’s borderline drunk at this point.

‘Huh… he’s really not drinking anything before I do.’ Hajime has been observing him for the past hour, and sure does the other not snatching his drink before he gets a sip of it.

Hajime sips on the straw as he kept on staring at Oikawa’s eyes. He then keeps the straw to himself when he passed the glass towards the other.

“Go on, Tooru. Have your drink.” He says in a challenging tone, nodding towards the glass with a smug look.

“Straw please, you know I don’t drink straight from the glass.”

“Makki, can we get a straw-”

“No, pass me yours.”

“That’s unhygienic.”

“Well, we’ve been unhygienic ever since the first drink.”

“Why don’t you drink on your own straw, Tooru. Your own glass.”

“Why are you being an ass on sharing a straw with someone you basically shared your whole life with???” Oikawa finally snaps, fully glaring at Iwaizumi as he holds the glass of liquor.

“I don’t know. Why are you so enthusiastic on sharing saliva contact with me?” Iwaizumi retorts, crossing his arms before him as he faces Oikawa’s direction.

Oikawa doesn’t reply in a second. He takes his time to chuckle bitterly, sending Iwaizumi in a whirlpool of memories.

“I don’t know, Ushiwaka. You look like you’re eager in sharing saliva with me? It’s not like I like you or something but isn’t that weird? I am your sworn enemy ever since middle school and now you’re cornering me as if you’re about to kiss me!” Iwaizumi could only sigh as he watches Oikawa continue to drunkenly berate the concerned Ushijima just outside the college party the three of them got invited to attend.

“Alright, Kawa. That’s enough, he’s just concerned about your drunk ass.” He pipes in, pulling Oikawa beside him as he assists him on standing properly.

“No! Iwa-chan! He’s acting as if he’s my type of guy! You are not the type of guy I want to exchange saliva with!”

“Is Hajime your type to do such act, then?” Iwaizumi could only groan and glare at Ushijima as he threw the question at Oikawa.

“No… not really. As if he’d be the type to share kisses with me for friendly reasons at all. Does he even like me? I don’t know! If he does! Then why haven’t he kissed me yet, huh???” Oikawa blurts out and it was Iwaizumi’s last straw before carrying him like a sack, walking past Ushijima who waved him goodbye.

“Ah yes, as if you’d be the type to share kisses or saliva with me for friendly reasons at all. Makki, can I get a glass of-” Oikawa gets cut off when Iwaizumi suddenly pulled him closer.

Hajime lost it when he heard Tooru say the same line, he drunkenly said in a college party in California several years ago. He couldn’t help but pull the other closer to him. He lightly taps the straw they’ve been sharing, onto the other’s lips, and as if on cue, Tooru parts his mouth, making way for Hajime to slot it right into Tooru’s mouth. Before he sucks in a breath as he stops himself from fully drinking the liquor he offered to Tooru. He squats as he slots the other side of the straw into his mouth, enough to let the other drink from him. Right on cue as he tapped Tooru’s cheek, the other drank the shot from Hajime’s mouth.

“If you ever so wanted to exchange kisses and saliva with me, then why haven’t you kissed me yet?” Tooru softly says as he tosses the straw back to their glass, eyes focusing on Hajime again.

“I held on to your drunken point that I’m not the type to exchange kisses and saliva with you in a friendly way.” Hajime smirks as he watches Tooru’s lovely orbs get hazy and unfocused.

Tooru could only groan in surprise as Hajime suddenly grabbed him closer for a short, sweet kiss, that he couldn’t help but chase the other’s as they parted. A gasp of air wasn’t long enough as Hajime lost every ounce of consciousness at the sight of Tooru chasing his lips after they parted, for he went in again to give the other a passionate kiss. His hands cradling Tooru’s face, as Tooru grabs onto his shoulders. The kiss was long enough to make the Tooru feel his warmth and left him gasping for air, flushed red, and eyes seeming to be in a daze.

“I love you… I want to kiss you more, Haji…” Tooru whispers before him.

“I love you too, shithead. Let’s head off for the night, shall we?” Hajime smiles as he offers his hand for Tooru to hold onto.

They spent the night in Iwaizumi’s apartment and woke up bombarded with hangover (Oikawa) and tons of spam message from their group chat with Makki and Mattsun. It was safe to assume that Makki got everything recorded and has sent it with every contact he got with the whole volleyball association.

#IwaOi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #victory party #drinking #alcohol #confrontation #shotgunning but its liquor??? #godbless that single small scene i melted my brain to write it

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Your Happiness Is Mine As Well

It's nearing 10AM and Konoha's running late again, a hangover headache looming over him as he dashed the halls.

'Can't afford to be late, Keiji would kill me.' he thinks as he pushes the headache aside and runs faster.

Stopping by the door to the main hall, He remembers a certain memory of him,

Running late, a hangover headache looming over him as he fixes his disheveled clothes. He's running late and he can't afford annoying Akaashi to make him an excuse letter for the nth time this week.

"Good morning to you too, Aki-san."

Akaashi speaks as he meets him by the door, helping fix his clothes and handing him a letter already prepared.

"Damn, Keiji. For one you shouldn't be in the 3rd year hallway and i swear i will steal you away from your wedding if its not me standing by the altar.'' Keiji laughed at Konoha’s antics before shrugging him off to make his way onto the 2nd year hallway.

Konoha abruptly opens the door, but keeps silent as he walks towards his seat. Bidding a tiny wave towards Akaashi as he smiles reassuringly.

'I swore to take you away from your wedding if it's not me standing with you there in front of the altar, but your happiness has always been mine as well.' He thinks as he watches Akaashi exchange vows with his partner, as everyone witnesses their wedding unfold.

#Haikyuu #KonoAka #Konoha Akinori #Akaashi Keiji #Weddings #Flashbacks #Mild Hurt/No Comfort #IM VVV SORRY KONOHA ILY I SWEAR

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Stars Aligned

Sleepless nights and busy days

Countless games and a bunch of replays

Sleepovers during the ninth

Oh how romantic, the stars aligned

We've finally come so far, gone are the days we can replay

Wishing in the stars aligned, give us a day where at home we stay

For i'm only me when i'm with you

I'll always come back home to only me and you

#i'm only me when i'm with you #Haikyuu #KuroKen #Kozume Kenma #Kuroo Tetsurou #Poem #Poetry #Fluff #Childhood friends #originally posted in twt for hqfluffweek2021

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Our Souls Have Hue

Issei, Hajime, Takahiro, Tooru

Names foreign and solid to the tongue

A mix of greens, yellow, and blue

No one expected, but they mixed into a beautiful hue

A beautiful bond bloomed

Even if the foggy future has loomed

A strong bond that stretched for thousands of miles

A bond that were mended with silent smiles

Old friends driven by different dreams

Coming back home, too became a dream

Home to where family is

Family, where together, their souls fall in a bliss

Issei, Hajime, Takahiro, Tooru

Names smooth and fluid to the tongue

Clutching each other, their souls feel anew

Different colors, fate mixed into a beautiful hue

#Haikyuu #Seijoh4 #Iwaizumi Hajime #Oikawa Tooru #Matsukawa Issei #Hanamaki Takahiro #Poem #Poetry #Found Family #Reunion #originally posted in twt for hqfluffweek2021

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The Past Never Dies

I’ve been wounded so many times, too many for one to remember

Scars were all over me, I was scarred to my soul’s extent

Tried moving forward, like you instructed

Moving against your downward stabs, like you wanted

Be this, not that

Beat the best, not be the last

Do you remember these words, father?

The words that drove me farther away from my siblings and mother

Are you happy? Were you happy?

Father did I finally make you happy

I thought I finally did, but you discarded me like a trash in a bin

Looked at me as if I did the greatest sin

Well, my childhood went to waste, as I took my life successfully

Giving up to death’s arms finally

Father, do remember these words of mine

The past will never die, never not mine

You will never be the most powerful man, your kids will be proud of

For are you, our father? No!

You never did become a father, not to me, not to us

You’re just the man who pushed us, abused us, the one who blamed us

Well, well, were you surprised?

I’ve been dead for years, but Death kissed me a new breath of life

Rose from hell as I raise hell

It is I the child who said, “The past will never die, never not mine”

Be this, not that

Father do you remember saying, “beat the best, not be the last”

Look how far you’ve become, now the best never the last, the man I need to beat

Watch out old man, your life’s the payment for the abuse I suffered, do you remember now?

It is I, your child who said, “The past never dies, never did mine”

#Dabi #BNHA #written before recent chapters #poem #poetry #dabi's pov #mentioned implied suicide #mentioned domestic abuse #self-indulgent since i want a confrontation between him and enji and dabi redemption

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Kiss of the Molten Sun as the Moon Shines

It has been 10 centuries since Mu Qing gave up his godhood, wanting to restart as a mortal once again without any responsibility as the Crown Prince’s Assistant or as a God. As much as it pained Xie Lian to see him go, he couldn’t be stopped with his wish.

“Ah, when will these paparazzi go already???” Mu Qing can’t help but sigh exasperatedly as he checks the mass of paparazzi in front of his condominium, patiently waiting to get something out of him.

“Lian-ge said I should wait till they disperse but I already want to go get something to eat… smoke or drink whatever…” He adds as he goes in his closet to get some clothes, after all, he’d rather get caught by paparazzi buying food than starve himself by avoiding them.

It’s 2024 and Mu Qing managed to retain his face from the past, but not his memories. He’s been living as an idol in the entertainment industry. As far as it goes, it has been a pain in his ass if it wasn’t for his manager, Xie Lian, who kept him in the right path.

Mu Qing went down using the private elevator right down in the basement parking lot, not expecting another swarm of cameras this time, by media reporters waiting for him to get out of his condominium. He’s starting to regret getting out of his door and would rather die of starvation in his room than deal with the press. That is until he sees a man clad in black about to ride his motorcycle out of the complex. Quickly making a run towards the man, running past every reporter who tried to grab him for an unsolicited interview.

“I’m really sorry for intruding but please just go with the flow. I can pay once we’re in a much more secluded place. Away from here please.” He sort of pleads but convinces the man as he was handed an extra helmet for him to use. He quickly puts the helmet on before they zoomed out of the parking lot, but not fast enough for them to not get tailed by several cars of reporters or paparazzi, Mu Qing can’t help but sigh as he looked back at the cars tailing them.

“Hold tight, we’ll lose them.” The man looked over his shoulder as he spoke. Mu Qing never held onto someone tighter ever until tonight as they zoomed through the city slowly losing the tailing cars, his heart never losing a fast pace as it still races while he holds onto the man with a familiar deep voice.

They finally stopped in a convenience store on the outskirts of the city. A rather sketchy place for an idol like Mu Qing to be seen at, but he’d rather be here than the loud city with endless of camera flashing before him. Maybe it was just a twisted joke how the mysterious guy managed to get him into his safe space, the only convenience store open in his hometown at this hour. He turns to the mysterious man, only for air knocked out of his lungs as he was welcomed by a frown.

Curious stern golden eyes like the molten sun stares back at him, cautiously studying him as he took his time to get his grip after the fiasco. The man’s mask was drawn down onto his chin, revealing his chiseled face. Mu Qing knows him very well, no wonder his voice sounded familiar in his ears.

“Feng Xin…” he says, pulling his mask down to get the other to recognize him.

“I figured it was you since you came up to me in the parking lot.” Feng Xin replies, making the other exhale as he tried to massage his forehead. Out of everyone that Mu Qing can ask for help with the dozens of medias wanting to get something out of him, the universe picked his rival in the industry, Feng Xin.

“I- Look, I’m really sorry for dragging you into this. I’m going to get something to drink and eat. Can I get you something or are you going to wherever you were originally headed to?” he asks, dodging the taller man’s piercing eyes.

“I’ll have a drink, you choose. I don’t want to leave you here so come back out. Quick.” Feng Xin replies sternly but an air of smug lies underneath his stern voice, making Mu Qing roll his eyes before making his way inside the store.

It has been 5 centuries since Feng Xin gave up his godhood after Mu Qing and Xie Lian did, wanting another restart with his best friends in a better setting, a better world. Unlike Mu Qing and Xie Lian’s passing, where most of their closest circle were present, Feng Xin’s passing was rather lonely. He passed in the comfort of his abandoned joint shrine with Mu Qing, just around the vicinity of Puqi Shrine, with no one but him inside. That was 5 centuries ago and today, he lives as an idol with the memories of the Martial God of the Southeast after he met Xie Lian, who also suffered from remembering everything that happened centuries before them. By the looks of it, even under Xie Lian’s care, Mu Qing never got ahold nor suffered from remembering his past life before this. A good thing for the younger man to have in this life.

As Feng Xin stood outside to wait for Mu Qing, he can’t help but light a cigarette to pass time until the younger comes back. It was pure coincidence that he was on his way out as Mu Qing needed help in escaping the media waiting for him like hungry predators, waiting to pounce on their prey all at once.

“I brought you honey lime tea. Your wiki page said you don’t really like sweets, but you do smoke so I figured some honey lime tea can help with your throat.” Mu Qing starts as he threw the bottle towards Feng Xin as he went over to place the plastic bag onto the bike.

“That’s rather thoughtful of you…” he replies, scanning Mu Qing for any reaction, but the younger only shrugged as he took a bite from his sandwich and a sip from his own bottle of honey lime tea.

“You’re not smoking, nor drinking, are you?”

“I’d rather not get caught with beer in my hands on the sketchy part of the city in the middle of the night with my supposed rival.”

“Well, with the stand of your issue right now. All you need is a diversion.”

“Lian-ge tried to get every possible diversion he could get his hands onto to save my ass from the issue, but the media keeps on connecting nonsensical shit.”

“Romance is the copium of media when it comes to idols, aside from drugs, harassment, and bullying.”

“Who even thought that I’m gonna be a third party in Lian-ge and Chengzu’s marriage, like fuck I slept over there when I passed out over dinner that we usually have. Lian-ge had to leave early for the airport and suddenly I’m issued as the nation’s third party because I exited Chengzu’s car holding my clothes as if I’m walking the walk of shame. FUCK’S SAKE I AM NOT! THOSE WERE MY CLOTHES FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE AND I BORROWED SOME OF CHENGZU’S OLD CLOTHES SINCE LIAN-GE’S CLOTHES ARE TOO TIGHT ON ME.” Feng Xin remained silent as mental images of Mu Qing in tight clothing flashed before him.

‘Hideous,’ he thinks as he drags another smoke from the cigarette.

“Basically, why I’m suggesting you to have another romantic issue to cover the ongoing issue of you hooking up with your CEO behind your beloved manager’s back.” Feng Xin states as a matter of fact.

“…Right… then I can finally get rid of the ongoing issue, but I can’t randomly declare someone as my lover without the media asking for proofs. Additionally, that’s another issue I have to run away with! The point became pointless, somehow…” Mu Qing huffs as rants while finishing his meal, if it’s considered a meal to begin with.

“You know what, just take a cig and smoke your thoughts away. I’m sure you can come up with a way through all this shit after a stick.” Feng Xin says softly, offering Mu Qing a stick and his lighter.

“I don’t smoke as you said, I bought honey lime tea since it’s my favorite.” Mu Qing declines as he gently sits on the seat of the bike.

‘Same old favorites, but not same old memories of my Mu Qing…’ a whisper invades Feng Xin’s thoughts, making his mind go blank with what to reply towards the younger’s statement.

“I’ll teach you. Only if you want…” Feng Xin offers, side-eyeing Mu Qing who gave a nod.

“Ugh! Fine fine. I guess I also need something to destress with, my hair’s growing gray with all the stress.”

“Alright. I hope you’re not awkward with close proximities, this method’s the easiest for beginners.”

“Are you a smoking master now?”

“No, but I’ve been smoking since high school, in case you forgot we used to go to the same school. I just learnt how to smoke the hard way.” Feng Xin steps closer to Mu Qing slowly leaning down onto his height as he stayed sat on the bike.

“W-what…”

“Here’s how it goes pretty rascal; I take a drag of smoke. You stay put and keep your mouth open as if you’re about to sip or blow some soup. I will then exhale the smoke slowly close to your lips and then you will have to slowly suck it, then you’ll exhale slowly after a few seconds. Got it?” Feng Xin explains as simply as he can for the younger to catch up quicker.

“I think…” Mu Qing replies softly.

“Sure?” Feng Xin asks again, staring through Mu Qing’s eyes to search for any bit of hesitation, but not a single bit of hesitation can be seen as the younger inhales deeply.

“Yes…” Mu Qing replies with finality this time.

Feng Xin slowly takes in a drag of smoke before leaning closer to Mu Qing, placing his right hand at the base of the younger’s nape. Slowly caressing Mu Qing’s cheek with his left hand to help him ease up, to which he did as he parted his lips in a relax manner, slowly angling their lips in a rather intimate way. Feng Xin slowly exhales the smoke into Mu Qing’s parted lips. He watches as the younger closes his eyes to concentrate in absorbing every smoke that the older releases into him. After a few seconds, Mu Qing slowly exhales the smoke before he coughs lightly. Feng Xin catches Mu Qing’s eyes as it opened and tinges of bliss lights up his silver orbs.

“I think I figured how to get away with the hookup issue…” Mu Qing softly starts, almost in a whisper.

“Hmm? Care to tell...?” Feng Xin asks, gently caressing the base of Mu Qing’s nape.

“You…”

“Me...?”

“Why yes, I think it’s just fitting that my supposed lover before, be my lover in the present as he deserves the title of being my lover. Don’t you think so, General Nan Yang?” Mu Qing whispers a light tone of smug and teasing plays underneath the hushed confession.

“My, my beautiful, Mu Qing. Remember me now?” Feng Xin leans a tad bit closer, searching deep into Mu Qing’s silver orbs like how the moon shines in the late evening for the truth, if his lover has indeed remembered everything from centuries ago.

“My heart longed for you… Xin-ge…” The nickname sent shivers down Feng Xin’s spine, making him inhale sharply.

“I too, have longed for you, my lovely Mu Qing. My heart and my soul longed for you-” Feng Xin’s confession was cut off as a flash of a camera followed by dozens more, broke their bubble.

“Confess later, shut up and kiss me now please.” Mu Qing lets out a soft airy giggle before Feng Xin kissed him in front of every media and paparazzi camera surrounding them, longing, and passion pent up through the years can be felt pouring between their kiss.

“MU QING! ONE WORD PLEASE! WHAT ARE YOU AND YOUR RIVAL, FENG XIN???”

“DIDN’T YOU JUST HOOK UP WITH YOUR CEO LAST LAST WEEK? IS HE YOUR NEW HOOK UP???”

“MU QING! FENG XIN! A WORD PLEASE!”

The loud shouts of the press bombarded them as they broke the kiss, smiling towards each other as they finally reunited after centuries of longing.

“Alright, a word and leave us alone for the coming week. Or you’ll have to deal with our lawyers in the court, yeah?” Feng Xin gambles as he stands back up while putting the helmet onto Mu Qing. To which most of them nodded, knowing Feng Xin’s reputation of suing every reporter who defied his gamble.

“He is my beloved. We’ve been together for a long time now, so that petty issue of yours can go in the trash before your company follows.” Feng Xin states, a smirk proudly wiped the frown off his face as he wore his helmet.

“My my, strong beloved lover. For years now.” Mu Qing states while he holds onto Feng Xin’s toned torso as they rode back to their condominium complex for some peace in their night.

#FengQing #Feng Xin #Mu Qing #Background/Mentioned HuaLian #Modern AU #Reincarnation #Idol AU #TENSION #Memories #Shotgunning #idk how shotgunning works as a tag but i also dk how shotgunning works

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Pretty Little Weddings

Red was never Xie Lian's color as it was his husband's, for white suits his palette better than any other color. He only ever wears red whenever there's a special occasion, like ascensions and weddings.

Their first wedding the only red he wore was the pearl earring and the red string in his hand, yet Hua Cheng never failed to remind him that,

"You're the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen" right before they kissed.

Xie Lian gradually added a touch of red in his garments as they get married again through the years. By their 25th wedding, he had a red sash and red outer robe during their spontaneous wedding at a city during ghost festival.

Still, Hua Cheng never failed to remind him

"You're the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen" as they tied their red string onto each other.

Today marks their 800th wedding, Xie Lian dons an elegant red robe that Hua Cheng himself weaved especially for this occasion. Unlike any of their spontaneous weddings, this time they finally invited their friends having the wedding in the converted Gambler’s den for all of Three Realms to admire how magnificent this wedding of the century is.

No matter how many times Hua Cheng reminds him or compliments him, he never fails to make his Gege’s heart race a bit, painting him a light hue of crimson every time.

“Gege, have I mentioned that-” Hua Cheng started as he carefully reties the ribbon onto Xie Lian’s finger.

“Oh San Lang, yes. Yes, you have, mentioned that already. But have I mentioned that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in all of Three Realms, and in all the years I have lived? Because yes, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, my San Lang.” Xie Lian cut him off as he also ties the ribbon onto Hua Cheng’s and seals their celebration with a sweet kiss.

>Prompt: hualian : "You're the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen"

>This one's a request from twt so i can get out of writer's slump :< it's very short ik, but this is the lengths that my brain can go through atm eueueueueu. You can go visit my carrd through the pinned post, for a directory of my fics!

#HuaLian #Hua Cheng #Xie Lian #TGCF #tian guan ci fu #marriage #wedding #many weddings #Fluff #compliments

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Eternity Does Not End

Mu Qing is the current emperor of the Heavenly Realm, everyone's just curious how he keeps being powerful without someone such as Ling Wen beside him to aid in his duties, not knowing he has his general beside him all these years. Mu Qing, his closest general who's a few years older and has watched him grow into the fine emperor that he is today, acts like his empress, his source of power and life, his last stronghold of sanity in their chaotic realm.

"You will need to marry someone… or at least appoint someone like an advisor to be your aid in running the realm." Mu Qing gasps as he feels Feng Xin's fangs sink onto his skin, the sudden feeling of rush and adrenaline flowing in his veins.

"I've been ruling it with you, A-Xin. I'm the current emperor and no one has a say with my choice of a life companion nor an aid such as Ling Wen in ruling the realm." Feng Xin pulls away from his neck, letting the blood seep through his skin, as his eyes that are full of emotion stare back at Mu Qing's lidded ones.

They've been like this for the past century, having the title of Heavenly Emperor passed down onto Mu Qing. Feng Xin has to drink spiritual energy from him at some point to quench a specific thirst for the general prefers Mu Qing's luscious energy over any other officials’ lent to him. In return, Feng Xin has fed Mu Qing his own spiritual energy whenever the other decides to not take care of himself when chaos arises in the three realms, keeping him in his top shape as his majesty as long as he wishes to reign.

"Feng Xin, my beloved, my soul. I chose you to be my general, my advisor, and companion in my life as long as I wish to live. I will always live for you." Mu Qing gives his vows to Feng Xin, under the blue moon. 

"You have been my life, my beloved emperor and general. I only wish to be beside you all the time as long as you wish to live. I have chosen this path and will always live for you with no regrets." Feng Xin vows, staring back at the other's piercing silver eyes.

A wedding under the blue moon is considered the most powerful marriage, the blue moon was a gift bestowed by the god's before them, for them to harness power and energy. A wedding under it is swearing your life and soul bond with each other to the gods and the universe. A wish for your multiple lives to be entangled with each other's.

"Until eternity ends?"

"Eternity does not end as long as I'm with you and will be with you."

#FengQing #Feng Xin #Mu Qing #fluff? #biting #BITING #marriage #for FengQing Wedding #Heavenly Emperor Mu Qing #post canon? #mutual spiritual energy giving(?)

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Curse the Gods: Our Souls Intertwined

Soulmates have walked the land since the beginning of the world, finding yours is an adventure of a lifetime. Somewhere in this vast universe, there’s a world where everyone has their soulmate’s whereabouts are imprinted on the side of their fingers, these marks only manifest once the baby had their first cry.

Hajime never fusses about his soulmate mark, to him it only says “across” and in a child’s mind, everything and anything can be across them. For him, it glowed a lot during his childhood, a never-ending glow once they migrated in Aoba from Rizawa. Never once did it flicker the second, they finished moving and had lunch with their neighbor right across them. He went to Blue Castle Academy, coincidentally in the same class as the neighbor’s kid, Tooru, his first best friend. The academy offers elective classes, being the curious mind that he is, Hajime takes up the History and Culture of Soulmates as Tooru does the same.

“Soulmate marks glow with the color of your aura once your soulmate is near you.” They learned in their first year.

“A default green signifying life is its color, but there are also other colors. They only appear on your fingers with the new colors once you get reincarnated.” Hajime looks at his right hand, it’s his first life as there are no other marks littering his fingers.

“Black speaks the grief of the soul, for not meeting their soulmate in their life but said soulmate is still alive somewhere.”

“Red screams envy, envy as they didn’t get to meet their soulmate before they died, and envy as others got to meet them.”

“Purple is a tricky color, but it means only one thing. Someone met their soulmate, got the chance to spend time with them, but they did not end up together. Purple may mean peace and independence. The sensation that their souls made peace with each other before departing and a harsh slap of independence, as your soul will never be co-dependent with its mate.”

“Gold means wealth, right? It’s often depicted as a color, of the riches of the sun. Having this color in your fingers meant something tragic. Gold means the short-lived happiness, like the warmth of the sun slowly leaving as it sets. It means you may have ended up in a relationship with your soulmate, but not for long. As the sun sets, one of you may have set too early.”

“Ah yes, the last one of course. Blue. My dears, I need you to remember how complex blue is, it may mean anything. But it mainly represents, trust, loyalty, stability, and for some cultures it represents love. It is because it represents the victory of a lifelong adventure, after all the hardships you have been through. It means the finality of ending up with your soulmate, the breath of warmth surrounding you as you grow old together.”

In second year, he learns about the different colors of the marks. He didn’t get to attend their last year of high school, it was also the last time he saw his mark have its glow. His third year at age 17, he was admitted in a boarding hospital due to Leukemia. Tooru didn’t fail as his best friend, sending notes to his room, especially in their Soulmates class.

Haji! Today we learned about how our first lives soulmate fate kind of predicts the fate of the 8 lives left. You better get well and meet your soulmate! I’m taking medicine next year, want to take care of someone stubborn. Get well soon!

-Tooru ;P

The note reads on top of the pile of notes for their last lessons. He hopes to get well soon. His light of hope that was flickering was once again strengthened by his friend.

“His condition only worsened. I’m sorry, but I don’t think there’s anything we can do to reverse the illness. He… might have a month or so left. I’m really sorry.” He hears the doctor say to his parents, believing he was still fast asleep.

He felt his world crash, like hearing a thunder as he feels the lightning still coursing through his body. 10 years, he spent most of his youth in the hospital, in a damned room slowly turning into a prison cell. 10 years of suffering, sudden headaches like he would split in half, passing out at random times of the day. He’s sick, sick of coughing up crimson and seeing crimson spots all over his body. 10 years and he only worsened, 10 stolen years with only a flickering sliver of hope guiding his way. 10 years and they guided him in a dead end, a corner of the wall, when he asked them to guide him to the sea.

“Let me go home… a week is all I ask. Let me go back home, spend the rest of time with my family, please.” He croaks, feeling rock and sand grinding in his throat.

He was sick. Worsened by the solitary conditions of the hospital. He was sick of everything that he was ready to let go.

Not lasting a week in his family home, he was rushed back in on the 4th day after having severe pain and coughing up too much blood. He feels extremely awful, like he’s under a constant blood rain, pungent smell lingers in his nose, drowning in the crimson flood. Transferred in the isolated ICU of the hospital, means new attending nurse. Hajime didn’t expect it to come in a form of a sun, replacing his flickering stars with a stable one. He didn’t expect the nurse he’ll be spending the rest of days with is his best friend, Tooru. He feels the ray of hope, the warmth of the sun kissing him softly on a sunny day.

“Stay with me, hm? I’ll take care of you, Haji.” He hears Tooru mutter under his breath before leaving the room to fetch Hajime’s monitor chart.

And so, he does, he stays with Tooru and letting the other take care of him. He feels warm, but he feels weak. Hajime knows, he knows there’s not many days left as he feels the thread get frailer and brittle, nearing its end.

“Stay with me, Ru. I don’t want to die alone while I’m currently in quarantine. Stay with me please. We can spend our time together like we used to back then.” He whispers, loud enough for the other to hear. Tooru couldn’t help but tear up as he nods, he feels the tears poking his eyes, but he must suck it up, putting a radiant smile almost a visible mask that Hajime could touch.

A week left, spending most of the days talking, teasing, playing, reminiscing their days of gold, filled with fun, joy, and no worries. There was a day where Tooru set up a table beside the bed, it has been 10 years since they last baked milk bread, and it was one of Hajime’s wishes. To bake Tooru’s favorite milk bread like he used to, wanting to see his best friend enjoy the things they once did before he leaves. It did not disappoint as Tooru was driven to tears once he took a bite from the bread, smelling the familiar scent of warm milk and herbs, nostalgia filling his system as he savor the last bits of it. Tooru paid it back by wheeling Hajime to the rooftop, just above their floor letting him see the stars, the galaxy, the moon, and its beauty.

“Haj! Shooting stars, make a wish!” Tooru squealed before quickly closing his eyes and clasping his hands together, bidding a wish to the stars.

‘Hey stars, this is Ru… I don’t wish for myself; I’ve always wished for Hajime and will always wish for him. Please, whoever’s listening out there. Please give him more time. Give us more time. A bit selfish but give me more time with my soulmate I beg you.’

‘To whoever’s out there. This is Hajime, I stopped wishing to the stars when they flickered, but now I’m wishing for the pain to stop. Take it away please. If you permit me more time with Tooru, that would be lovely. I wish for it; I want to spend more time with him. He’s a star prince, my star prince so I also wish for his happiness. I may go away, but please grant him happiness once I’m gone. I want him to live his life happily even without me. Please hear me…’

A few days, after they went to see the stars, Hajime asked if he could dance with Tooru as he failed to do so in their Senior Prom. Tooru reluctantly agreed as he scanned the current state of his best friend, but he couldn’t deny when the other used his “last wishes” card and assured him that he’s fine and he can manage. Tooru set up fairy lights around the room to set the atmosphere and they danced along the playlist they made a few days prior. Bliss evident in their eyes, like sparks from the fireworks. Fireworks erupting in their chest, as emotions feel raw, pure, and free.

Oh boy, it’s you that I lie with As the atom bomb locks in

Foreheads together, bodies slowly swaying to the melancholic tune. Eyes not meeting, for it’s fixated in a beam of connection. The glow of the beam, feeling warm and full of love, it was the glow they never expected to return. “across”

Yes, it's you I welcome death with As the world, as the world caves in

As if the stars turned a blind eye, a deaf ear, or a twisted condition of giving them a few more days. Hajime has fallen ill the morning after they danced, suffering extreme coughing pits. His room was once again filled with the melody of coughs, suffering, and sobs as the smell of tears and pungent smell of blood clouded the room. This was it; it was finally his time. Half the day spent in coughs then Hajime passed out, he was only woken up by Tooru when it was time for dinner to which he refused.

“Come lay with me instead, Ru. Had a rough day, I could use a cuddle.” He smiles weakly before gesturing the nurse to lay beside him.

“I never expected you to be my soulmate, never expected that I was with you all this time. Right across me. I first met you, we sat across each other and months pass, you got so close that I can finally feel the sun as your warmth. You were the paler kid, so it’s a surprise I got the blood problem. You’re the beautiful pale tone as the sun rises in the morning.” Hajime starts, delicately saying the words as if they were fragile glasswork.

“Stop complimenting. That’s not very Hajime.” Tooru teases, leaving a soft smile on the other’s lips.

“You don’t know a thing when you nearly got ran over, when you were just across me. Across me, so I had to pull you so hard we end up falling on the pavement. But I was able to know how your smell changed, from the star prince who used to smell like strawberries turned to a forest musk right after the rain. Honestly, we were so close you’re not across me anymore, you were already with me. I felt how you trembled from the fear, your skin was ice cold like you went inside a freezer for 10 minutes and went out. Felt how the ice started to melt, was it because of me? Or was it because you’re just a natural sun.” Hajime continues, staring at Tooru, trying to memorize his features.

“It was you, always has been. It was when I realized that you ran across the busy street just to pull me to the side. If I’m the sun, then you have always been the mightiest eagle I know of, the only one who can look directly to my soul.” Tooru averts his gaze as he begins to tear up at Hajime’s confession, not expecting that his eyes were always focused on him.

“Remember the only time we slept across each other was before I got admitted? I was afraid. Afraid that it might be the first and last time I get to cuddle with you, I was so afraid that I didn’t sleep because I was… trying to absorb everything that’s you… You’re so beautiful, Tooru. Your face may not be a god’s sculpture, but it stood out especially with how perfect your hair falls like it was combed while you slept, soft as cotton. Might I add… you have the most expressive eyes. They look like a star littered night sky, it holds galaxies, Ru. You were such an unreal star prince.” He adds, softly holding onto Tooru’s hand getting his attention.

“Look at us now, 10 years but still ended up in a cuddle. We both changed, as we should obviously. You’re still beautiful though, beautiful than ever and I want this to last in my head. I want to see how your eyes still hold the same star littered sky and galaxies with the mix of clouds, when I close mine. With you here, I’m able to feel the warmth of the sun because you are my sun. You’re warm like a coffee in a winter night or a cold start in the morning, the reason I wake up. Your voice has always been my melody, a tune that screams home and a hug from someone you love.”

Hajime tries to wipe Tooru’s tears as he speaks but ends up crying in silence as well. A loud silence envelope them, not one dared to break it as they stare in each other’s eyes. It wasn’t an awkward booming silence, but rather an ironically comforting yet painful one. The heart monitor’s beeps become slow, indicating Hajime’s beats. As his heart begins to slow, more tears rush out to adorn his face.

Hajime exhales a shaky breath as he grips Tooru’s hand, tugging it closer to him. Mind slowly getting hazy with a dream, a vision maybe, but it’s a dream, a prayer that would be left unanswered.

He was by the sea, standing where the waves crash on the shore, wondering why no clouds are there when the forecast this morning said it would rain. Looking at his hand holding onto someone, a voice like a warm breeze fills the air, easing his panic over the weather.

“Welcome to Argentina, Hajime. The country across the globe from Japan, where we will build our home like I did when I moved out. I’m going to be the best husband you’ll ever have; you might regret not confessing to me soon enough, darling.” Tooru says, voice calm yet cheerful, painting a smile on Hajime’s lips.

“Thank you, my love.” Hajime croaks out, bidding his last farewell as he softly kisses Tooru’s soulmate mark at his last beat, his last breath.

“Hajime...? Hajime…” Tooru sobs, holding onto Hajime’s hand as he feels his grip loosening, like a thread slowly falling off as it gets cut.

“You always pass out first every time I try to confess my love, huh?” He smiles incredulously, pulling Hajime closer to him.

“Be at peace now, my love. No more pain, hm? You can finally rest.” He whispers on the other’s hair, painfully crying his heart out in a silent scream. A scream not intended for anyone to hear, but a scream intended for the stars and the gods to hear how unfair they are.

Purple only means one thing. Someone met their soulmate, got the chance to spend time with them, but they did not end up together. Purple may mean peace and independence.

Tooru felt the sensation of their soul’s making peace with each other before departing, as they stared at each other’s eyes for what felt like seconds that he wished to be endless hours instead. It was also a harsh slap of independence, as his soul will never be co-dependent with Hajime’s.

“Across”. Who would’ve expected that the old “they were just neighbors, just across the street”, became “they couldn’t be with each other, for the other already went across the line of life and death”.

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #major character death #angst #heavy angst #hurt no comfort #soulmates au #i passed this in creative writing class #i cried writing this #used to be a multi chaptered but decided for it to be oneshot instead

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All That Matters

Satori </3

‘Sorry, SemiSemi my connecting flight got delayed. I don’t think can make it to the opening act.’

-

Kenji aking irog <3

‘Uhm, minor problem there’s a major traffic on my way cuz YOUR fangirls decided to hog the road. I’m running but I’m not sure if I’ll make it to the opening act.’

-

Ushi Sushi

‘I’m with Tori :/’

-

Eita couldn’t help but sigh loudly as he read the texts of his friends. It’s the last leg of his bands tour around Asia, they’re last stop is Philippines to honor Eita’s roots from his mom. It’s only 20 minutes before their opening act starts but two of his friends are not yet in the country, while his lover’s running for his life outside in the sea of fangirls. 

“Yo, Eita. We gotta be up there in 5 minutes, we’ve extended enough.” Suna pat his back before exiting their dressing room, followed by Makki.

“Sweetcheeks Ei. Let’s go, security already spotted Ken-chan outside, they’ll escort him in, so he’ll make it throught the opening act after the VCR.” Kuroo piped in as he knocks on their door to remind Eita about their show.

They went on standby at their positions as the VCR plays, Eita kept on tapping his mic still nervous if Kenjiro would make it through their opening act. He doesn’t know why he’s pressured if the other would see their opening act, maybe because it’s the act that he specifically dedicated a song to him. 

“Ey, ta-kun! Let’s switch things up a bit yeah? Let’s put your surprise by the end if that’s okay?” Makki prompted when he passed by Eita to which the other nodded in agreement.

As soon as the VCR ended and all of them rose to the stage, the arena started to get wild. Chants, screams, different banners, and light sticks with colors that represent each member. They opened the show with their opening act, filled with their trilogy debut series of songs. It was before the intro ment that Makki played the beat to one of their encore songs, surprising everyone. 

‘Moonlit version, Encore.’ He mouths toward Suna and Eita.

‘Ah this one’s the alternative for the surprise.’ Eita thinks as he scans through the VIP Seated section of the arena, checking if Kenjiro finally arrived. He was there, waving his light stick and smirking because he saw the annoyance in Eita’s eyes as he recognizes the light color represents Makki instead of him.

As they wrapped up the opening act, they lined up by the end of the stage.

“You’re my dream, Hiraya!” they say in unison, introducing their band in front of thousands of their fans in the Philippines.

“My people! Did you miss me?” Kuroo started and the crowd replied with a series of unintelligible screams of agreement.

“Ah yes, I did too! Kuroo Tetsuro, in case you forgot my name because of the beats. They can be very, very, distracting.” He replies, which made the crowd go wild again.

“Technically those are MY beats, Tetsu! You’re the lead guitar not the drummer, stop stealing my job, dude!” Makki says before throwing a towel at Kuroo.

“Your Mr. Do-it-all, drummer, and oh hey there Issei! I’m Hanamaki Takahiro, and MY beats are the addicting ones unlike Tetsuro over there.” He adds making everyone laugh at their antics.

“Kahit saan ka tumingin?” Suna prompts

“KAY SUNARIN PARIN, MGA MATA’Y LILIPARIN!!!” 

“That’s my pinilis!! It’s good to be back here everyone, it’s your boy Suna Rintaro your manliligaw for tonight!” Suna ends his introduction with a smile, fluently pulling off the Filipino phrases he learned from Eita while scrolling through their Twitter.

“Pinili!! Namiss nyo ba ako???” Semi asks as the arena once again erupted in a mixture of agreement.

“Namiss ko din kayo! Pero pasensya na hindi na ako pupwedeng manligaw sainyo ngayon, may nanalo na kasi sa puso ko. Semi Eita nga pala, ang inyong semi manliligaw sa gabing to!” He finishes, despite announcing him being potentially in a relationship, everyone couldn’t help but swoon for him.

After their intro ment, the second VCR started to play as they ran backstage to change their outfits. Once finished, they ran back to start the second and last set before their encore. Their second set of songs went by a blur even if it was composed of 10 songs that each of them composed together, it was already their second ment. 

“Dudeparebro, do you remember Tetsu’s first words in Filipino?” Makki asks Suna who was busy wiping his sweat with a towel.

“Ya! Hiro I’m still here!”

“Wasn’t it, ‘Mahal Kita aking irog’? and he sent it to Kenma-kun?” Suna replied, smoothly switching from English to Filipino with the right accent that all four of them have learned and studied for years ever since meeting Semi.

“Paano ba yan, mga pinili. ‘Di ata kayo yung mga pinili.” Makki prompted that made everyone laugh at the irony of their fandom name.

“Napaka-issue mo, Hiro. Issei pakikolekta nga! Pwede ko naman kayo sabihan ng mahal kita, kung gusto nyo.” Kuroo butts in, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers as they agreed on the man’s condition.

“Hmm, di ko man kayo pinili makasama habang buhay. Mahal ko parin kayo!” He replies, laughing with his friends. Meanwhile Semi quickly went silent, realizing that Kenjiro’s not in his seat. 

Shrugging it off as they proceed to the encore where they have their solo stages. Thinking that he just went to the comfort room or fetched Satori and Ushi, praying that they would be in time for his stage in the encore, he shrugged it off and continued to smile.

A few more encore sets before the solo sets rolled in. It was the usual sets everyone performed through the tour except Kuroo who casually slipped a “actually I’m engaged” before running off to the backstage, leaving the fans with no time to breathe and sink in things as Semi was already on the stage for the last solo set of the night.

“For the last solo set of the night, and of the concert. I would like to offer a special.” He smiles before he starts singing, the song he’s been composing for months. The song he has poured his heart onto, for the love of his life. For the person he’s willing to give his heart to. He was nearing the bridge part when the lights shut off as well as his mic. He was about to run off the stage to check what’s wrong when he heard a voice he dearly missed, having last heard of the way it sings during their last karaoke night before high school graduation. He stood still by the stage until the dim lights opened and before him was his beloved, his boyfriend for so long now. Singing him a reply to the verses of his song, it was a copy he sent to the members, one of them must’ve snitched but it doesn’t matter right now.

“I’m sorry for crashing your last solo set for your tour.” Shirabu says, getting a wave of disagreement with the fans.

“You couldn’t have crashed it, love. Not with your pretty voice.” Semi replies.

 “Semi Eita, I’m not gonna repeat this so please listen carefully.” The other snaps, squeezing the older’s hand, he could only nod.

“Will you marry me...? spend your days composing by my side, I’ll take some days off to be by your side during tours. Will you be with me forever, from now on?” Shirabu asks, lips quivering with eyes filled with love and hints of worry.

“Yes, my beloved. Yes, I’ll marry you. But… I was also planning to propose after my solo set-” Semi answers, slowly puling the younger close.

“And I’m always willing to marry you, aking irog.” Shirabu answers, tears spilling from his eyes out of happiness and love.

They heard the crowd cheering as they put the rings onto each other and seal it with a loving kiss. Someone snitched the song, Semi worried for nothing, everyone is witnessing their special moment, but it doesn’t matter, for all that matters is just them and their love for each other, Eita and Kenjiro.

#semishira #implied ushiten #background ushiten #semi eita #shirabu kenjirou #kuroo tetsurou #hanamaki takahiro #suna rintarou #band au #mentioned kuroken #fluff #sprinkled with tagalog #translation in d comments

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Emergency Contact

Bokuto was rarely sick. He may have caught coughs and colds a few times a year, but he only needed his allergy medication, some sleep, and he’s good to go. But he was rarely sick, his immune system was forged since he was born and was given a gift of naturally having a strong immune system. For he only got sick once or twice a year, whenever he got stubborn or over fatigued. On top of that, there is no indication that he would be sick beforehand. It’s like yesterday he’s feeling well and energetic, then the next day Akaashi’s already notifying Meian that Bokuto would be resting for 3 days to a week.

It was in the middle of V-league season, on a busy Monday afternoon in Tokyo when Bokuto suddenly felt sick at 4 PM after their warm-up. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he knows that Meian and Sakusa already sensed it and were just waiting for him to give a signal or come clean. He was contemplating on continuing, hanging by a thread until they finish the match, but he couldn’t help the worry and guilt if ever one of them got infected because of him and probably their connection would be unstable because of Sakusa’s tendencies. 

Bokuto walks towards Meian, he’s decided to get out of their match line-up, and doesn't want to get in their way of winning matches this season by infecting them.

“Ya cannot call Akaashi or Kuroo about this, to pick me up or anything.”

“But Bokuto, you’re not fit to go home alone, let alone wait for the match to finish. You have to go home and rest.”

“It’s Monday, Kuroo’s usually working overtime on Mondays, and I don’t wanna bother him. Akaashi’s out of town in a seminar, he’s not able to rush in and pick me up.”

“Well, do you have someone in mind? I mean I could drive you to your apartment, but someone has to take care of you.”

“I think I do, but I doubt he would be able to squeeze me in his work from home.”

“Well, you at least have to try.” Meian reassures before giving Bokuto their team phone, used as a contact to their families when they needed a time off.

Bokuto dials a number, unregistered under his list of emergency contacts. Two rings were all it took before the other line picked up. 

“Hello? How may I be of help...?” the man speaks softly.

“Kenma? Hey bun, are ya busy today?”

“Koutaro? Hmm, let me check…”

There was the sound of papers flipping, keyboards clacking, and mouse clicking. Then silence, just filled with steady breaths.

“Taro, you still there?”

“Yeah, yep, still here.”

“I just have a zoom meeting by 6 in the evening with the JVA Collaboration, then I’m free before and after that.”

“Uhm...”

“Why’d you ask?”

“Can you please come get me? I don’t feel well today, Keiji and Kuroo are busy today then I thought of you- Kenma?” He asks as he hears loud rustling in the line.

“Get your stuff, I’m on my way there. Stay inside your locker room and wear your jacket, alright? See you in 10.” Then the call ended, leaving a taken aback Bokuto, before snapping out of it and starts collecting his stuff.

Kenma came fetching him exactly 10 minutes later, drove them back to his and Kuroo’s apartment, already deciding that he would spend his time taking care of his close friend rather than dropping him off at Keiji’s and driving away. It may not be obvious, but Kenma has been the silent caring and worrying friend out of them four. He’s also the best at taking care of someone sick, and mastered the way of taking care of someone through the years of Kuroo getting sick because of overfatigue. He was so worried and dedicated that he nearly canceled the meeting with JVA if not for Bokuto convincing him that he would sleep once Kenma’s in the meeting, but it didn’t stop Kenma from setting up his portable work area by the corner of their guest room where Bokuto’s resting in just to keep watch on him. 

Bokuto never knew this side of Kenma and seeing this firsthand, he silently ranks Kenma one of the best nurses he ever had, second to Keiji of course. Bokuto was back in the games after 3 days, just in time for MSBY’s match against the Adlers, and ever since then Kenma’s name was registered under Bokuto’s emergency contacts in the MSBY phone and has been a speed dial in his phone.

#implied kuroken #implied bokuaka #platonic bokuken #bokuto koutaro #kozume kenma #background msby #sickfic #kenma cares alot #LIKE A LOT #fluff

[aziliang]

Kou, Wake Up Koutaro!

“How do you guys cope with each other’s sleep schedule, you’re a night owl and he’s a literal energy ball?” has always been the question Akaashi receives whenever his relationship with Bokuto is brought up, but contrary to popular belief. 

Koutaro has always been a heavy sleeper and you have to double that during intense training days months before the opening of a new season. He takes a minute or two completely lying on the bed staring at nothing to orient himself, reprogramming his senses to be able to function properly. It has been an unspoken rule to not wake him abruptly and make him function, it’s the perfect recipe for chaos. 

Also, another hoax is that Akaashi is a killjoy kind of dude. He’s not, if anyone would ask his former teammates in Fukurodani or Nekoma players, they would laugh at the mention of it. Akaashi has always been great at pulling innocent pranks and surprising someone, pranks that he could easily get away from because he doesn’t look like he would do such a thing.

Koutaro’s birthday is hours away and none of their friends have heard from Akaashi about his plans on his beloved’s birthday, they just hope and standby that it wouldn’t go chaotic as last year.

“Kou, wake up! Koutaro- Wake up!!!” Keiji hurriedly say as he shook him awake.

“Huh- uh? Who are you?”

“Wake up, Koutaro! We have to hide the body!” Keiji continued, tapping Koutaro’s cheek to wake him fully.

“Body- what? Where am I?”

“We have to hide the body! There’s no meat or crackers in prison, Kou!!!” He pulled his boyfriend up against the headboard, but Koutaro has already been shaken awake with the mention of prison.

“PRISON??? NOO I DON’T WANNA GO TO JAIL I’M INNOCENT-”

“Shh!! The neighbors might hear you! We have to hide the body properly so we don’t have to go to prison. Let’s go before the police arrive!” Keiji pushed him to their living room where said ‘body’ is found.

“But who are you! There- there’s another me.. WHAT??? WHAT’S HAPPENING??” 

“I told you, we have to hide the body!” Keiji gestured towards the mannequin where they pasted Koutaro’s cardboard standee.

“BUT THAT’S ME!! WHO AM I IF THAT’S ME??? KEIJI STOP LAUGHING!!” Keiji couldn’t suppress his laughter any longer and is now kneeling on the floor, laughing his lungs out.

“Wait- Keiji?! Yaaah!! Answer me!” Koutaro demanded, patiently waiting for the other to stop laughing.

“I- I’m sorry, my love. It was a silly idea I just thought of last minute. Oh my goodness, I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard this month.”

“But what’s happening, Ji? Why’s there a mannequin of me in the middle of our living room??”

“Ah! Right right. I made it yesterday to see if the clothes would suit you. Come closer, love.” Keiji gestured to Bokuto did, pulling Keiji between his arms in a back hug.

He tiptoes as he gently discards the cardigan from the mannequin and turning around without pulling away to show it to the taller.

“Well, I’ve been thinking to give you something for you to take whenever you go to your away games or just simply when your training gets too much. Kuroo pointed you would love a jacket especially after training or games so you won’t catch a cold.”

“And you bought me this cardigan?”

“I… made it actually. The exact size you would love since the sizes and designs in the mall aren’t that unique.”

“Awee, my baby wanted me to have something only I have!”

“Yes, yes I do. So I made this, it’s reversible you see-” Keiji continues to explain hw he made the cardigan, and Koutaro’s eyes just focus on him, leaving the world around them in a blur.

It’s a dark blue cotton cardigan, big enough to have space for Keiji to sneak in. Has two front pockets with insulation to warm the taller’s hands after the games. There’s a massive galaxy littering from the back upto the front where several stars and moons were painted with white and silver colors, surrounding a golden sun at the center of the back. Inside was the black fabric that could be reversible to Koutaro’s liking. It holds a simple design that clutched Koutaro’s heart. Keiji’s signature that occupies the entire space of the back.

“I know it doesn’t look like i would put a mark on you but-”

“I love you…”

“Oh- I love you too, Kou. You like it?”

“I love it, baby! Especially your signature, i love how pretty it looks and it would be pretty on me too, right?”

“Everything’s pretty on you.”

“I love you, my darling little sweetheart. Thank you~” 

“I love you too, my beloved sunshine. Anything for you~”

They stood there in the middle of the night, in their living room, indulging in the warmth and love each other radiates. They couldn’t ask for more, for all they need was each other.

“Why the gift tho?” Koutaro breaks the comfortable silence, sending Keiji in another fit of laughter.

“My love, it’s already 2 in the morning.”

“Yes and? Is it our anniversary? Oh my gosh, Keiji i forgot to prepare you a gift!”

“Happy birthday my lovely owl. I love you to the moon and back.” Keiji finishes, shutting the other with a quick peck on his lips.

“To the moon and back, darling. You always have me.” Kou whispers before showering the other’s face with soft little kisses.

#bokuaka #bokuto koutaro #akaashi keiji #surprises #bokuto's birthday #akaashi is a little shit #fluff #AKAASHI KEIJI IS A GREMLIN

[aziliang]

Your Hair Is Really Soft

Studying in university for his last year caused a lot of stress for Kiyoomi. He was playing for varsity, working out by the weekends, eating healthy, but every time he tries to get a haircut something urgent comes upon his hair day. After several months of trying to get a haircut, he gives up and just lets his curls grow. Soon enough as it grew onto his shoulders, hair ties became a staple buy for him, always having a spare in his wrist, a headband in his duffle bag. He’s mostly seen with a half-up half-down hair or a low bun with thin side bangs adorning his face during school hours or practice matches, and a tight bun during official games. 

He wanted to have a haircut before his tryout for the MSBY Black Jackals on the weekend, but alas something came up in the salon where he booked and his appointment was once again canceled. Showing up 10 minutes early in the venue with his hair let down still in the process of drying, he caught a lot of looks from fellow players who wanted to try out, the team, and a few shocked old faces. 

“Oi-”

“Bokuto, it’s just 8 am.” Meian reprimanded.

“TsumTsum isn’t that Sakusa-Kun?” Bokuto redirected to Atsumu.

And Kiyoomi paid them no mind as he prepared for the tryout game, which passed by like a blur. He finds himself crouching on the floor out of exhaustion after several 2v2 games, sweating and disheveled hair. A hand extends in front of him, offering assistance for him to stand that he gladly holds onto. 

“Thanks- Miya...” he says as he finally looks up to the helping hand.

“No worries, Omi-kun! You did a fantastic play back there!” the other replies cheerfully

‘He’s such a sunray… (sunshine)’ he grumbles in his head as he nods as thanks.

“Do you mind if I fix your hair? Your tie must’ve slipped mid-game.” he asks with a teasing smile, sparking a certain memory in Kiyoomi.

“Omi Omi, I think you would look pretty with long hair.” Says Atsumu from the other side of the net.

“Uh huh, and?” he replies

“Let me tie it for you when you do! I’m good at braiding and your hair looks really soft.”

“As if I'll let it grow, maybe if you get 5 service aces I'll think about it.”

“Oh, you got a deal Omi!”

Kiyoomi just nods in defeat as Atsumu leads him to the bleachers, Atsumu stands behind him as he sits down waiting for Atsumu to do his work. Letting out a satisfied sigh as he feels Atsumu’s fingers comb his hair as he turns it into a bun after braiding it. Kiyoomi leans back to look up at Atsumu as he feels him tie his hair.

“Thank you, Atsu.” he says with a faint blush in his cheeks that deepens as Atsumu cracks a bright smile

“Your hair is really soft, Omi. I hope to do it again soon once you pass the tryouts~” He says before patting Omi’s cheek and runs over to his team.

#sakuatsu #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #mentioned msby black jackals #pining #pre-relationship #past rivals

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Way Past That

Oikawa has moved past his "silly high school" rivalry with Ushijima and Kageyama, because he brags to Iwa-chan that he's grown mature in Argentina. 

"I’m way past the threats and taunting outside the court, Hajime." he says to Iwaizumi in one of their weekly video calls. true to his words, he actually did. he has formed accidental connections with Shiratorizawa and Karasuno graduates whom he has played against.

His closest friend after Iwa-chan, Maki, and Mattsun is actually Tendou Satori whenever the 3 are busy or out of reach, Satori has been his shoulder after they made a connection. Tori has been his source of tea from their friends back in Japan. It came to a point where Tori books a monthly flight to Argentina for him or Paris every few months for Tooru.

Satori has been his confidant about his growing feelings for his best friend in California. every heart eyes, gushing over the man, scream about how gorgeous his best friend is, Satori has seen or heard it all, not that he's complaining. A time where all maturity and sanity of Oikawa went out of the window when Iwaizumi has posted several photos of him and Ushijima hanging out in California.

the second he sees the bright smile in Iwaizumi, his resolve crumbles, and ended up overthinking the small details, his thoughts running wild as he scans back through the photos 

'what if Hajime likes Ushijima... better than.. me.'

'he went to nationals... he's better than me. he lived my promises to Hajime..'

Mindlessly searches for Satori's contact as he cries, not noticing he pressed on 'Tori's boo' instead of 'Satori'. as soon as the line connects, he doesn't wait for a second to pass before rambling his thoughts out, letting out what he feels.

He kept on talking about his feelings for Hajime that could be rejected+because Ushijima is way better than him. that there's a major possibility that Hajime likes Ushijima better than him because Ushijima’s really better than Oikawa has been ever since. he lets out the lines of

"Goodness, Tori I haven't told him I love him so much yet my fight is over HOW CAN I BE GOOD FOR HIM WHEN USHIJIMA'S THERE!"

The other line was just silent and listening, waiting for him to let everything out. Until Oikawa couldn’t breathe properly while saying 

"I need him with me, tori, please. I cant. I need Hajime with me"

The other finally speaks, a deeper voice than Satori. Tooru checked his phone and realized it was Ushijima that he dialed up and not Satori.

"Oikawa, I need you to breathe. Don’t put the call down for me, I’ll get satori from the kitchen. I need you to breathe slowly."

Oikawa wanted to end the call out of embarrassment but he just follows what Ushijima says. he hears the other line with the hushed exchange of voices,

"He needs you" 

"I’m in a cooking live" 

"What should I tell him" 

"The truth. It'll knock some sense in him don’t worry."

Then the deeper of the 2 voices go back clearer.

"Hey... I know this is new and I don’t know if we end up awkward... but do you really think Iwaizumi likes me Oikawa I clearly have a boyfriend and everyone knows about it.”

"Maybe he... likes you better than me, you know." Oikawa sniffs

"Really? Can I ask you a question then?" Ushijima continues

"What..?"

"Do you fall asleep while watching Godzilla movies with him?"

"No, he looks adorable like a kid who discovered something new while watching"

"Then maybe I shouldn't fall asleep too for Iwaizumi to like me."

"Ushijima, you're not making sense..." Oikawa lets out a soft chuckle.

"Well, do you remember when Iwaizumi had the acceptance letter from Shiratorizawa back in high school?"

"Yeah.."

"He burnt it right? the day after he knew you didn't even apply. he went where?"

"Seijoh..." Oikawa supplies, very much confused.

"Why?"

"He wanted to play by my side more and to see me in the nationals... but i... I didn’t... I’ve been failing his dream since middle school..."

"The thing is he stood by your side through thick and thin. He could’ve done the same while in Shiratorizawa but he didn’t."

"Do you mean.." Oikawa pauses, slowly piecing everything they've been talking about together.

"Yes, there's no possibility that Iwaizumi can like me cuz I went to nationals years ago. He has always chosen you, I don’t think he would choose anyone else anytime soon."

"but i... I couldn’t possibly be on the national stage like he wanted me to be..."

"Tokyo 2020 Olympics. You have 2 options, play for Argentina or Japan. JVA has been eyeing you too. Maybe it’s time for you to come back after years abroad you know." Ushijima replies as a matter of fact-ly.

It was silent after that, only slow calmed breathing and occasional sniffs could be heard,

"Thank you, Ushi-chan..."

"See you soon, Oikawa."

and the call ended.

Olympics came and Oikawa came back home wearing a color he has always worn ever since middle school, blue instead of red. There were also several articles about Oikawa giving boxes of chocolate energy bars to JNT and a separate one for Ushijima. The media making a fuss about it not knowing they were from Satori, they were his new specialty to cater to his fiance's newly developed sweet tooth.

Iwaizumi and Kageyama alongside everyone who has seen the high school relationship between Ushijima and Oikawa was sporting a "what in the volleyball gods is happening" as the interaction happened in front of them.

(Iwaizumi was prepared to hold back Tooru, he has prepared himself for it to happen and was expecting it, but it didn’t come.)

But then later on that week during their off days, articles about Oikawa eating and bonding with JNT, specifically beside their athletic trainer Iwaizumi Hajime, being sweet and touchy with each other that has caused glitches in social platforms.

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #backgrount JNT #olympics #pining #pre relationship #post timeskip

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[aziliang]

For Years Now

A FengQing AU where they have been dance partners for god knows how long, but for this year's competition Feng Xin wants to step out of their comfort zone.

This is my first multi-chaptered fic and it's a hassle to cross post it here one by one or by a huge bulk, so i'll be leaving the ao3 and twitter links instead!

AO3 (purely narrative): https://archiveofourown.org/works/36500578/chapters/91018957

TWITTER (with additional socmed parts): https://twitter.com/xingegetiddies/status/1474392430497525766

#TGCF #fengqing #feng xin #mu qing #background hualian #fluff #mild hurt/comfort #getting together #dancers fengqing #music producer!mu qing #choreographer!feng xin

[aziliang]

Kung Tirik ang Araw, Bakit Ko Nakikita Ang Buwan Sa Kanya

“Uy sige na bro, ikaw na sumali poem writing nalang kulang sa slate.” pangungumbinsi ni Pei Ming kay Feng Xin na may kasama pang pagtulak ng mahina.

“Hindi nga ako magaling sumulat, alam mo naman i open the door i close the door lang kaya ng skills ko. Besides, baka may activity din yung committee on those days kaya pass bro.”

“Ay sus, scam ka lods. Don’t me Xin, kilala kita, alam kong may notebook ka ng mga tula na sinusulat mo.”  tinaasan naman siya ng kilay ni Feng Xin sa kanyang nasabi.

“Ewan ko sayo, ikaw nalang sumali. Nandun mga crush mo diba? Sino ba sa kanila, si wudu o si yushi??? Ikaw nalang sumali tutal atat na atat ka.” pagtataray ni Feng Xin.

“NAKO LAHAT NG COMPETITION NA FACI YUNG MGA CRUSH NYA SINALIHAN NYA, PABIBO AMP!” pagtaas naman ng boses ni Shi Qingxuan na naglilista sa harap ng mga sasali sa mga kompetisyon.

“Kuya Xin, nalista na kita ha. Kaya mo yan, wala na kasi mahila. Absent daw si Chengzu sa competition dates. Labyu libre kita isang linggo!” dagdag pa nito bago patakbong lumabas para ipasa ang listahan ng sasali mula sa klase nila.

Napabuntong hininga nalang si Feng Xin dahil wala na din naman na siyang magagawa at naipasa na ni Qingxuan ang listahan kung saan siya nilista.

Lumipas ang ilang araw at di mapigilan ni Feng Xin na mainis kay Chengzu, nagdahilan ba naman na absent raw pero ayun siya nasa canteen kumakain kasama si Xie Lian. Sinubukan pa ni Feng Xin na makipagkasundo sa pansamantalang nagbabantay na si Yin Yu, pero mariin niyang tinatanggihan ang bawat rason na masasabi ng nakatatangkad. 

Pang ilang buntong hininga na ni Feng Xin ngayong araw dahil gusto na niyang matapos ang sinalihan niyang pagsulat, kaya’t napatingin sya sa orasan na nagsasabing alas-dos na ng hapon.

“Pakihintay nalang si Mu Qing, paakyat na daw siya from short story comp.” sabi ni Yin Yu bago naghintay sa labas ng pintuan. 

2:30 na at dapat kanina pa nakaakyat si Mu Qing sa room nila, tatayo na sana ang ibang kasali nang biglang bumukas ang pinto at pumasok ang habol hiningang si Mu Qing.

“Sorry for the delay, I got held up on the judging of the other competitions. Alright this would be easy, let me just set up my things and we’ll start.” ani nito habang nakangiti ng mahinhin, bago niya ayusin ang kanyang mga dala dala at nagsulat sa pisara.

“Alright let’s see, Jiang Cheng, Lan Xichen, Meng Yao, ah yes… Xue Yang, please. One chair away from Song Lan- thank you. Luo Binghe… Oh? Feng Xin..? The captain of the athlete’s committee???” napangisi naman si Mu Qing sa nabasang pangalan bago tignan ang nasabing lalaki.

“Yes, is that too much of a shocker?” tanong ni Feng Xin habang nakataas ang kilay.

“Not really, just a bit. Alright everyone you have an hour and a half to finish your respective poems, since freedom is our theme this year we are letting you have the choice to be unique with your poems, free verse or metered, rhyming, it’s all up to your hands. BUT the theme would be about love, you can choose anything as long as it’s under love, BUT AGAIN it comes with a twist,  you can’t pick familial love as it’s too common. Are we clear with this one?” pagtitiyak ni Mu Qing habang sinusulat sa pisara ang mga kailangan tandaan ng mga manunulat.

“Grabe sa freedom of choice, masyadong vague ang topic. Paano kung wala pakong alam sa letcheng love na yan.” bulong ni Xue Yang.

“Go beh, ikaw manok ng kalahati ng junior editors sa pub. Everyone, you may start now” dagdag ni Mu Qing, bago simulan ang orasan at maupo sa lamesang nakalaan para sa kanya.

Lumipas ang tatlumpung minuto at naiwang nakatulala si Feng Xin, tila di na niya maalis ang tingin kay Mu Qing habang siya’y nag-aayos ng mga papel mula sa mga naunang kompetisyon.

“Feng Xin, your piece won’t write itself… i can see you already have an idea and you have to write it down.” mahinang ani ni Mu Qing ng hindi manlang umaangat ang tingin kay Feng Xin na siya namang nakapagpapula sa binata bago siya nagsimulang magsulat.

Matapos ang higit sa isang oras ay nakolekta na ni Mu Qing ang lahat ng papel, kung saan pinakahuli ang kay Feng Xin. Dahil dito ay napa-oo na din siya sa alok ng binata na ihatid siya sa office ng publication dahil nag-overtime ito dahil kay Feng Xin. 

Napuno naman ng ngisi at pag kantyaw ang kanilang office nang makapasok si Mu Qing at salubungin ng mga kaibigan sa org.

“NAKO KAYA PALA ANG TAGAL BUMALIK, KASAMA YUNG ATHLETE OF THE YEAR!”

“LODS OKAY LANG NAMAN MAGDATE KAYO PALIHIM BASTA INGAT SA FANDOM NI PAPC!”

“HAY NAKO TIGILAN NIYO AKO, MAG-AYOS NA AT UMUWI MAG-JUDGE PA TAYO OVER ZOOM KASAMA SI MA’AM.” pag-awat naman sa kanila ni Mu Qing at saka nag-ayos para makauwi.

—----------------

Inabot na sila ng alas-nuebe ng gabi bago makarating sa pinakahuling papel, kay Feng Xin. 

“Proceed lang, may kukunin lang akong padala sa labas.” pagpapaalam niya bago kunin ang padalang pagkain sa kanilang gate. Ibibigay na sana niya sa mga bata sa labas ang pagkain nang makita niya ang nakadikit na note sa bag, kaya naman ay dali-dali siyang bumalik sa loob para sa kanilang meeting.

“Oh ano na yung sa last participant, kay Feng Xin yan diba-...” di mapigilang mapatulala ni Mu Qing sa tulang nakapresent sa meeting nila. Samantala ay kitang-kita naman ang ngisi at pagpigil ng kilig ng kanyang mga editor sa publication na kasama niya sa pag-judge ng mga piyesa.

“Paano ba yan parang may panalo na ata, guys.”

“Foul yon kinilig ako masyado, title pa lang TAS 2 PAGES??”

“Panis ka dun sa last line, beh. Wala na may nanalo na talaga.” tuloy-tuloy nilang pag-kantyaw kay Mu Qing ngunit tila nabingi ang binata at nanatili lang nakatulala, nagising lang sa pagkatulala nang pumasok sa kanilang meeting ang adviser ng publication. 

Hindi nagtagal ay tila lumulutang na uli ang isip ni Mu Qing mula sa nabasa, puno ng posibilidad ang pumapasok sa kanyang isip, pero ni isa ay tumutukoy sa posibilidad na siya ang laman ng tula na isinulat ni Feng Xin. Tuluyan na siyang di nakapag-isip ng maayos at nagising na lang sa pagkalutang ng idismiss na sila ng kanilang guro. Hindi na din niya narinig ang mga habilin ng kanilang adviser para sa kanilang awarding kinabukasan.

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“AND FOR OUR FIRST PLACE IN POEM WRITING CONTEST, ANG BAGONG KAMPEON. OBLITERATED THE VETERANS OF THIS GAME, LET’S GIVE HIM OUR HANDS! FENG XIN!!! CONGRATULATIONS NANALO KA NG PUSO- I MEAN NG GOLD MEDAL!” napuno ng sigaw ang field ng eskwelahan nila ng tanghaling panalo si Feng Xin, naiwan nanamang nakatulala sa gilid si Mu Qing dahil nanalo ang tulang umano’y para sa kanya.

“Bonus po yung picture with the EIC, sa runner ups po kanina mga editor ang kasama pero dahil champion ka sa poem writing at sa puso naming lahat, may libre kang picture kasama EIC namin! Paki-alagaan lods!” dagdag ng isa sa mga editor ng publication, bago siya itulak palapit nila Yushi at Yin Yu. umakyat naman siya ng stage para sabitan ng medalya si Feng Xin at para sa picture for documentation purposes.

Dahil sa tangkad ni Feng Xin ay hindi maiwasan ni Mu Qing na tumingkayad at si Feng Xin naman ay yumuko ng kaunti upang maisuot sa kanya ang medalya. Matapos nito ay nagtabi sila para sa picture, pero sadyang sutil ang mga kaibigan ni Mu Qing sa publication at pilit silang pinagdidikit.

“DIKIT PA PO NG KONTI!” 

“Is it okay if akbayan kita..? You can say no of course.” sambit ni Feng Xin pero umusog na palapit si Mu Qing kasabay ng kanyang pag-tango, kaya naman inakbayan siya ng mas matangkad na binata.

“YES NAMAN!!!!”

“YIEEEE!!! WACKY PO ISA PA PO PLEASE!”

“HEART PO HEART YUNG KALAHATI!” napairap naman si Mu Qing sa mga salita ng mga kaibigan pero binuo ang naghihintay na heart pose ng Feng Xin. Bababa na sana si Mu Qing ng marahan siyang hilahin palapit ni Feng Xin.

“I suppose nakabawi ako sayo yesterday with the food since i saw your ig story na busy pa kayo in judging, but today i really need you to listen and watch me, yeah?” bulong nito bago tuluyang pababain si Mu Qing.

“Another round of applause naman para sa first place natin! And as a treat he’ll be reciting his poem for everyone present dito sa field! USTO NYO YUN?? USTO NAMIN YUN!!!” pag-anyaya ng kanilang emcee para makinig ang kanilang mga kamag-aral.

“Bago ang lahat, gusto ko lang ipaalam sa lahat na yung theme na binigay samin is about love, but we can’t make a piece about familial love since it’s the twist. So ah… here goes everything.” pahabol ni Feng Xin bago basahin ang tulang kanyang sinulat sa papel para sa kompetisyon.

Kung Tirik Ang Araw, Bakit Ko Nakikita Sa Kanya Ang Buwan

Mula sa malayo, palagi kang nasa aking mga mata

Tila ba ay nasa iyo lamang ang aking pokus, lingid sa kaalaman ng iba

Sa aking paningin, lagi ka nalang lumilihis

Madalas ay ngiti mo’y hindi bihis

Ngunit sana alam mo, maraming nagmamahal at nakakakita sa pagsisikap mo

Marahil ay duon ako nagsimula, at duon ako nanatili, nakatingin lamang sa anino mo

Noong una’y wala akong kagustuhang lapitan ka, dahil na din tila magkaiba tayong dalawa

Pero noong malapitan kita’y tila hindi ko na kayang magkalayo pa tayong dalawa

Heto na naman at ikaw nanaman ang laman ng puso’t isip

Hindi ko na naalis ang tingin sapagkat di sapat ang pagsilip

Gusto kong malaman mo

Tuluyan na akong nabighani para sa’yo

Nais kong sabihin, na isa kang obra maestra

Lalo na ang mga kamay mong walang tigil sa pag-gawa ng samu’t-saring obra maestra

Nais kong malaman mo na napaka gandang pagmasdan ng iyong mga mata

Mga matang napakaraming laman na alam kong kay ganda kung maipipinta

Maaaring hindi mo ako kilala, pero pakiramdam ko’y ikaw nalang ang kulang

Tila ba ako’y isang araw at ikaw ang buwan ko na natitirang kulang

Tirik ang araw, pero bakit ka nagliwanag na tila ika’y buwan at sayo lang ang aking mga mata

Mahirap paniwalaan, pero Mu Qing, mahal na kita

Matapos ang saglit na katahimikan kung saan ang tanging naririnig ay ang paghinga ni Feng Xin dala ng kanyang damdamin, pero unti unti itong natakpan ng hiyaw mula sa mga manonood. Nanatili naman ang kaniyang tingin sa ngayo’y namumula ng si Mu Qing, tila kaunti nalang at sasabog na ito sa sobrang pula. Bumaba si Feng Xin para tignan ang lagay ni Mu Qing, at napansing niyang nakangiti ito ng kay ganda. 

“You know you can ask me out on a date in private, right?” lihim na pag-anyaya ni Mu Qing nang makalapit ang binata.

“A-ah yeah, right. But hey I-” nauutal na sambit ni Feng Xin.

“Well, I'll be free later after the event if it works for you.” pagputol ni Mu Qing sa isa habang nakataas ang isang kilay, di nawawala sa mga mata ang saya na nararamdaman.

“Wait really??? Oh shi- wait! I promise you’ll have a great time with me!” habol ni Feng Xin na nakapagpatawa kay Mu Qing bago siya mahila ng kanyang mga kaibigan.

Tirik ang araw, pero tila mas nagliliwanag ang buwan sa dapit-hapon na iyon.

#TGCF #fengqing #modern setting #highschool au #athlete!feng xin #writer!mu qing #background characs from mdzs and svsss #getting together #confessions #MXTX Filo Week #Written in Filipino