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I love thinking about the fact that when you romance Astarion, like, actually start to romance him, you don’t have sex with him. At all. And it comes up in other interactions later on, like if you get propositioned by Halsin, Astarion checks if his lack of participation is a factor in your consideration? And if you mess with Mizora, similar thing. So it’s clear that since he confessed his true feelings, that part of your relationship pauses, as he requested. Because he’s got trauma and needs a gentle loving space to work through that to be intimate in a healthy way that doesn’t repulse him or taint your bond.
And I love that he gets that narrative because it’s such a rare option for a masculine character to experience sexual abuse and trauma and be allowed a chance to work through and heal from it. Especially if they’re young and gorgeous and virile like he is. He’s only 39 at his death/turning, he was so young, and Cazador treats him like a boy in so many ways while simultaneously using his adult sex appeal as a lure and a weapon to control him and destroy other lives through his body. It’s such an integral part of his abusive enslavement and I appreciate that choice for his story rather than a simple one of monstrous violence, murder, etc which is a more common trope for male characters.
So he’s coming from that place, and then he meets you and his default setting is to fuck you to secure his safety, his worth in your eyes. But if you show him true love and care, he starts to see a way to return that which is something he’s never been able to do before, but the sex complicates it suddenly. And you can just back off from it, give him the space he needs, make him feel safe to trust love and security isn’t bound to what he can offer you physically. It’s not bound to his body, his functions. It’s his personhood that you desire, his essence without strings attached, and he gets to learn that and trust it and grow it without pressure or judgement. Even the times after where you ask to kiss him feel so sweet, to check in with him on such a simple act of intimacy, where he gets his autonomy to consent.
And then, at the end of his storyline in the graveyard, when he’s reclaiming his life in symbolic and literal ways, that’s when he feels the most safe and in love with you, trusts you the most to care for him completely, and that’s when he initiates physicality again. And I just fucking love that for him. So much.
As a person who’s struggled with physical intimacy and learning I could have boundaries and need to take my time with stuff and my partner wouldn’t abandon me over it? Would stay even if I couldn’t promise to ever fulfill that part of our relationship again? The safety of that reassurance is everything, and it helps you find a way back to your body again, to loving it and wanting to share it with another. Because you get to choose when and how and anything offered is received with pure gratitude and admiration. And I love that Astarion gets that chance because he deserves to heal and feel whole again, to live fully without barriers. And you get to help him find that. It’s beautiful.
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Strawberry Hairtie
(disclaimer: not proofread)
A few members of the Inarizaki volleyball team turn the corner to find a confession happening outside of school. It’s a classic shojou moment to witness and Atsumu, being the snoop he is, hurriedly shushes his twin and Suna.
“Please accept this!” A girl has her head bowed, pink letter thrust out and trembling.
The figure, they can’t see who it is from his back, hesitantly takes the letter and does a little awkward bow back. The girl runs off and the guy simply puts the letter in his bag and turns to the side path and walks away from them.
A short wolfcut tied up in a ponytail and in track pants, bag carelessly slung over one shoulder is all they can make out from the distance.
Atsumu snickers and Aran materialises to hit him on the back for spying.
“He’s kind of pretty, isn’t he?” Atsumu says. “I’m way hotter though. Where’s my confession??”
This earns him a smack from his twin this time and a scolding about arrogance.
Suna trails behind them, watching the sky and quickly forgetting about the whole affair.
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It’s the next day and new assigned seats are chosen for the second term of school. Papers for an assignment to do in class are to be passed down the rows and Suna turns to find a mop of hair lying on the desk behind him. The owner of said hair is fast asleep.
He stares for a second, paper in hand, and pokes the figure.
The student groans and lifts their head, only for Suna to realise it’s the guy from yesterday. He silently takes the paper and nods a thank you.
The guy keeps catching his eye after that. It isn’t on purpose, Suna just realises that he happens to come across him a lot. He is hard to miss, considering there seems to be a few girls here and there that whisper and giggle in class and around the school wherever the figure goes around.
During lunch, girls squeal as they peer out the window to watch those on the basketball court. Suna looks out to see the Atsumu is trying his hand at it and sure enough, ponytail is playing too.
“y/n-kun is so handsome,” one sighs.
“You have such a thing for basketball players,” another one teases.
“I dunno, volleyball players are cute too~” a third says, eyeing Atsumu and sneaking a glance at Suna.
Suna watches as ponytail gulps greedily from a water bottle, sweat dripping down his neck. He runs his hand through his hair and stretches, eliciting more squeals from the spectators.
After the bell rings, the teacher, much to the slight annoyance of Suna, asks him and a few classmates to bring boxes outside the school building. As he walks, he notes that he also needs a haircut as his bangs nearly plaster on his forehead from the heat and sweat gathers at the nape of his neck.
Ponytail is part of the errand group and trails behind him.
Suna huffs at his hair, trying to get his bangs out of his eyes.
“Want me to tie it up for you?”
A pretty face comes up beside him. He notes that ponytail is fairly shorter than him and he peers down at his face.
“It’s alright.”
“C’mon, you’ll fall that way if you can’t see.”
Suna gives in and nods. Ponytail grins and pulls the hairtie from his own hair, roughly cut layers sliding down. Suna studies him as teeth lightly clamp around the tie, holding it in ponytail's mouth as he carefully bunches up Suna’s hair.
Suna arches an eyebrow. “Cute hairtie.” It’s a red band with a small strawberry on it.
“A friend gave it to me.”
Suna muses that perhaps a girl was finally successful with her confession.
“There.” A triumphant smile and then a chuckle. “Suits you.”
“Thanks.”
Ponytail's smile oddly sweet. He notes again that the guy really is pretty.
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It’s gym class now.
There’s a whine and a girl trips on the track. Ponytail manages to rush to grab her and the girl blushes and thanks him profusely.
“Are you alright?” His face is contorted in concern.
Suna snorts at the shojou scene but his eyebrows lift as the girl sheepishly mentions that her ankle throbs. Ponytail carefully wraps an arm around her waist and has her put her arms around his shoulder. They slowly walk to the nurse’s office.
“Tsk,” Atsumu looks at the scene. “What a gentleman.”
“Don’t be jealous, Atsumu. You’d get more girls if you stop laughing when they trip. Take a leaf out of Ponytail’s book.” The nickname for the guy had stuck to their group.
The class comes to an end and everyone goes to change and clean up. Suna groans, hating the fact that he has to exercise during school, knowing they’ll have to go do it again during practice.
“Guys!” Atsumu yells. “Guess what?”
Suna has his phone out and doesn’t bother looking up.
“You guys won’t believe it. This is wild.”
“Are you gonna tell us or keep us stupidly in suspense,” Aran says drily.
“Ponytail is a girl!”
There’s a pause before a chorus of “what??” erupts.
They whip around to see ponytail by the outdoor sinks outside beside the track, having come back from the nursing office. She’s splashing water onto her face and lifts up her shirt to wipe the water away. As she does, they see a hint of a sports bra underneath.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Osamu says. “Atsumu’s being outclassed by a girl.”
There’s an indignant noise from his twin while Suna continues to stare at her, thinking that explains the strawberry hairtie.
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“You’re a girl.”
She shows up in a skirt the next day and is walking past the middle-blocker when she hears that statement.
“And you’re a boy?”
“Huh?”
“Oh I thought we were just pointing out genders,” she grins.
Suna feels his heart beat just a little faster and he can’t explain why. All he knows is that she’s cute. Awfully cute.
“I’m joking,” she looks at his face. “I get that a lot, especially wearing the pants all the time. Class president finally scolded me into wearing the proper girls' uniform,” she scratched the back of her head sheepishly. “You’re Suna Rintaro right? On the volleyball team”
He nods. “Have you seen us play?” For some reason, he faintly hopes she has.
“Yeah I caught a game after I transferred here. You guys are really good. Teach me sometime?”
“...sure?”
Her face lights up. “Cool! I’ve always wanted to try it out. My toxic trait is thinking I could dig Atsumu’s serve.”
Suna has to chuckle at that and there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh the way I want to record his face when you do.”
“Alright,” she tilts her chin up proudly, “Challenge accepted then.”
He was pretty sure he was joking at the time, so he wonders why they’re in his yard, practising peppering a couple weeks later.
Okay, to be fair, she was already at his house because they ended up working on an assignment together when they realised it might be easier to finish all their assignments for a project that happened to be right before an important tournament and she offered to help. He didn’t care THAT much about getting a good grade, but hey, she offered and he was discovering that she was hard for him to say no to.
Surprise surprise when they got immediately distracted from the papers spread all over the living room desk as his sister chattered away with his new friend and he glanced occasionally at them from his phone.
They moved to the topic of sports and eventually ended up outside. He wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t bad, but he was surprised that she was fairly /good/.
“I’m not too shabby right??”
He snorted. “We’ll get that recording of Atsumu’s face in no time.”
After an hour or so, she packed her bags, both ignoring that the assignments weren’t done and hoping that they’d get credit for trying. When she walks out the gate, he gives her a wave and turns around to see his sister standing at the door.
“I like her.” Her arms are crossed.
“Good for you?”
“She’s pretty. Should I get a wolf cut?”
He chuckles and pats her head once. “Whatever you want princess.”
His chest is warm and when he spots her strawberry hairtie on the table, his sister giggles.
“What?”
“You’re smiling like a crazy person.”
He rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”
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Atsumu is decides ponytail is a gift given from the heavens to him when he spots her and Suna standing in the middle of the hall. They stand similarly, hands in their pockets and slightly leaning back. Suna looks casual but Atsumu likes to think he knows Suna well enough by now that he looks a bit awkward.
“We’re going to the spring tournament next week.”
“Is this an invitation to come watch or are you just stating your schedule,” she teases.
He shifts to one foot. “If you have free time, you can come watch. You can see Atsumu’s serves again.”
“This is true. Though I’m way more interested in middle-blocking nowadays,” her eyes shine and Suna swallows a bit harshly.
“At your height? In your dreams,” he retorts.
“Hey, you don’t know my vertical. I play basketball, I think I can jump high enough.”
Suna thinks she could but has learned from the past couple months, she’s far more fun when she’s riled up. A competitive streak he’s never really had coupled with stubbornness he finds incredibly amusing.
“Keep trying shorty. You’ll get there someday,” he gives her a shit-eating grin.
“Don’t get cocky! I can do it,” she jumps slightly and flungs her arm around his neck, dragging him down and effectively headlocking him. His eyes widen and he yelps. “I’ll make you eat your words Rin.”
A classmate sticks their head out and calls for her. She gives him a wave and leaves him standing in the hall.
“Rin huh?” Atsumu teases and Suna stiffens. “I’ve never heard you make a yelping sound like that before.”
Suna rolls his eyes, refusing to give in to Atsumu’s teasing, but a hint of embarassment does cross his face.
“Invited her to our game huh? Want her to watch you huh? I’ll be sure to set lots of balls your way~”
“Shut it.” The middle-blocker strides away from him and Atsumu catches up.
“You guys are so cute~”
Suna narrows his eyes at him. “‘Tsumu I have so much blackmail on my phone,” he warns.
Atsumu holds his hand up, keeping an arrogant smile on his face.
“Oh but Suna, now I have something against /you/.”
#haikyuu#inarizaki#suna x reader#suna fic#suna fluff#suna rintarou fluff#haikyuu fluff#atsumu miya#osamu miya#inarizaki fluff#haikyuu scenarios#wrote this in like 20 min#i want a wolf cut please#i never could figure out suna's type#hope this is alright
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What does the arab in your carrd mean? Is it like afab and amab?
.. i’m palestinian
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Hashiras and Tanjirou, drawn by Hideaki Sorachi.
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academia men will call themselves politically left-side leaning and then build a weapon of mass destruction to cause the extinction of all humankind as we know it 😔
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Oppenheimer and Barbie not taking audiences from one another, but actually increasing turnout altogether is awesome and heartwarming and it proves we can achieve world peace and equality. Boys (barbie) and girlies (Oppenheimer) can work together.
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Omg megumi confirmed for me love it
Hi Hi congratulations on 1k!! Could I have a matchup with a jjk guy?
Personality-wise, I’m an introvert and have to go a few days without talking to people after prolonged socialising but I'm friendly and have no problem talking to strangers. My hobbies are volleyball, swimming, drawing, and sleeping. I’m usually either active or in bed there is no in between lol. In terms of vibe, my friends tell me I have a princessy/bit of an airhead vibe since I dress girly and am a bit slow with jokes (I am a virgo though). I'm a perfectionist with myself but laid-back when it comes to other people. I'm usually ambivalent about most things and dont have a strong opinion about anything unless I fixate on something. I always look at the bright side of things and I love love supporting people in their passions. I don't like conflict but I don't have a problem facing it head on and prefer to talk things out. My favourite season is spring but early spring, when the flowers are blooming but it's still a bit chilly outside.
My ideal type is someone protective and good at deciding things. I also need someone I admire. My love language giving is physical affection (since I hate it normally) and receiving is quality time (not spending a lot of time together but making the effort to see me). My favourite trope is a soft version of enemies to lovers? More like girl is slight tsundere but guy keeps appearing in her life to mess with her but is also only soft to her.
I'm not sure if that made sense but thank you for the event! I hope you have a nice day :)
HONEYMOON MATCHUP WITH : MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
— honeymoon :
– megumi is not one that usually makes friends, new friends at that, he is simply content with the ones he has, no need to add more to the list, right? that's how he saw it anyway, until he saw you — it felt so surreal, almost like a dream when you walked in through the school gates, you were a new kid, he could tell from the way you kept glancing all around you and fiddling with your fingers, probably nervous by the new environment as gojo showed you around, but then your gaze caught his and you threw him a friendly, awkward smile and in that moment — he knew he was doomed because your smile was so pretty and your eyes were so appealing with a glimmer in them that he just couldn't not be attracted to you — and he hated himself for it.
– despite what megumi promised himself not to do — he became friends with you, or rather you became friends with him due to mutual connections and he couldn't refuse you, so now the two stuck together like glue — on missions, after school when he'd walk you home, exchanging lunches during breaktime and even laughing at some of your jokes — and eventually, he fell for you — even though he also promised himself not to do that but how could he not? your laughter was like a drug to him and your eyes were like a sea he could get lost in and in the long run, you two started dating.
– it was, slow at first — he had to get used to your hugs and kisses ( he is deprived of physical affection ) and he did eventually — he wasn't good at initiating it though, but whenever he found himself craving your touch, he'd brush his hand against yours so you'd hold it, and usually you do, with a soft laugh you take his hand in yours and pull him down for a kiss to his cheek — and on other days when the weather would get chilly and you'd forget to bring your jacket, so you're left shivering and cold, he'd silently offer you his jacket and you take it, putting it on yourself and then pulling him into a hug, mumbling sweet nothings as you bury your face in his chest, engulfed in his comforting scent, and it was nice to say the least, megumi could get used to this.
what's on the radio : cherry, lana del rey
a/n : megumi is so baby girl, ty for the request <33
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haikyuu boys as unintentionally flustering things
this has been in my drafts for a bit n i intended to add more boys but i also wanted to put something out for you guys!! so i hope you enjoy :)
includes; suna rintarō, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, miya osamu, miya atsumu, semi eita, akaashi keiji, bokuto kōtarō, kageyama tobio, sakusa kiyoomi, sugawara kōshi, hanamaki takahiro, tanaka ryūnosuke, ushijima wakatoshi, konoha akinori, tsukishima kei
suna rintarō — sitting really close next to someone and having your shoulders and thighs pressed together.
the way your skin feels ablaze and your body’s so tense and you feel a little lightheaded is so intoxicating. you crave more, so much more, but you’ll take what you can get. neither of you make any move to get away, enjoying this minimal physical contact with one another. like you’re both just sitting there and making excuses to stay sitting stuck to each other like this, even if there’s space. for a moment, he does move forward to grab at something in front of him and you deflate a little, but he comes back right away, pressing himself to you and even leaning close to show you something on his phone.
oikawa tōru — leaning down to hear someone clearer or to allow them to whisper in his ear.
oikawa’s incredibly tall, has always been and will always be. he was tall in high school and he‘s tall now, and of course he prides himself in that. half his ego comes from his height. so, given that, more often that not whenever you urgently rush up to him to tell him something, he has to lean down to hear you better, even if you’re only slightly shorter than him. just the way he leans in and tilts his head to the side slightly, eyes unfocused as he listens in before he smiles and twists his head to answer you and his face is so close to yours shbsdjxj
matsukawa issei — manspreading, but not the dickhead type.
the way he sits is always like he’s so effortlessly attractive. he’s kinda slumped in his chair or on the couch like he’s not sitting straight but rather lazily sliding down you know? when he sits, he’s got his legs spread wide and either his hands interlocked and resting on his stomach/crotch, or an arm behind the couch and a hand on his thigh or chest. he always looks??? so inviting??? like you want to go sit on his lap?? and sometimes he leans forward and rests his elbows on his thighs and god. God.
iwaizumi hajime — when guys park in reverse and do The Thing with the steering wheel and The Other Thing with their arm.
iwaizumi’s driving the two of you the majority of the time, not because he doesn’t believe in your driving skills (he doesn’t, rude) but because he kinda just wants to serve you always? like do all he can for you? acts of service ykyk,,, anyways whenever he’s parallel parking or parking in reverse, he starts to do the thing with the steering wheel where he uses only the lower palm of his hand to quickly twist it, and then he puts his arm out onto your seat to glance back and god,,, God.
miya osamu — when guys put their hand just barely on the small of your back when guiding you somewhere.
it’s kind of instinctive with osamu, where he just does it in the moment and you’re left with your nerves on edge and your body on fire for the rest of the night. like you’re trying to get past him to go to your seat or he’s leading you to the window seat on a bus or he’s opening the door for you and gently guiding you. it’s so subtle, his fingertips grazing your back and heat of his palm barely obvious and somehow it’s both the quickest and slowest moment of your life. your back tingles and burns alive for the entire night and the day after too.
miya atsumu — naturally good with kids it’s kind of ??? surprising ???
he’s weirdly like just so good with kids. he’s not awkward and is so smooth when it comes to communicating with them. they always listen to him because he’s just that fun that it feels right to abide by his rules. he’s also always going with the flow too so if the girls dress him up and make him their prince he’ll act accordingly, and if the boys wanna pretend to wrestle him he’ll lose on purpose and he’ll play dead if he gets shot with a nerf gun seriously give this man an oscar. it’s just so endearing watching him there’s no way you wouldn’t wanna marry him.
semi eita — just playing the electric guitar. every instrument too but electric guitar specifically.
the way he casually picks up the guitar and tunes it. the way his fingers move over the strings, the way he glances down barely but then looks up with a small, confident smile because it’s muscle memory for him. the way he shakes his head a little in time with the music. the way he grips the guitar to return it to its place. musician!semi with a lot of rings and chains on and chipped black nail polish. it just <3333
akaashi keiji — saying your name in a conversation
cannot explain what’s so hbwjdnejdd about someone saying your name in the middle of a conversation you’re having. like the need to grab your attention, the way it sounds, the implied and unintended intimacy. like names aren’t generally said a lot during conversations (your name & the person you’re talking to) so when they or you say it, it’s a very lightbulb moment kinda like your attention is completely fixated now.
kuroo tetsurō — that cheeky smile with the tongue to the upper corner of their mouth that guys do.
it’s like a smirk but not really a smirk, where he’s barely smiling down at you, and it’s so teasing. his tongue pokes at the upper corner of his mouth just slightly, and he raises a brow or something. it’s just the type of look that makes your heart tighten in your chest, or makes your stomach flutter and tickle. and the thing is he’s aware he looks good doing it, but he’s so subtly confident that it’s a thousand times more attractive.
bokuto kōtarō — that little celebratory thing guys do after a win/score. let me explain.
so he’s fist pumping the air, leaning back a little and bending his knees. he’s got this feral grin on his face and he’s so sweaty that his uniform’s clinging onto every ridge and muscle and best of all— the way his thighs bulge against the long knee pads he’s wearing. he just looks so good being that happy, high off so much adrenaline. and that surge of confidence it brings him after too!!
kageyama tobio — when they’re super sweaty during a game and guys just grab the hem of their shirt to wipe their sweat
it’s usually during practice matches, and at first it’s always like grabs the neck and wipes. but then it just ends up being frustrating that he has to grab the hem of his shirt. he lifts it up with both hands and just wipes his face, and you’re gifted with the sight of his glistening abs and that trail of hair that leads down into his shorts. he’s so casual about it too like he won’t really realize the consequences of his actions even if some girls are straight up fainting at the sight. i think it’s his nonchalance that makes it even more attractive.
hinata shōyō — those hugs that guys give where you’re swallowed up in their embrace.
it’s a very casual kind of hug, the one where he can continue having a conversation but continue hugging you. it’s that type where he had both arms wrapped tight around you, basically caging you in against his chest. and he starts to do that thing where he’ll rub soothingly or squeeze endearingly, maybe rock you two from side to side while sighing casually. it’s the kind of hug where you’d really needed it and he’s indulging you. you’re silent and just reveling in his touch.
sakusa kiyoomi — that smile where they’re like trying to humor you.
when guys do that thing when you make like a joke or try to one up them somehow and they kinda huff out a laugh or dry chuckle and smile in amusement like yeah ok. it’s kind of a belittling yet challenging smile? sometimes he raises a brow too and he’s so chill and completely unaffected otherwise, with his hands in his pockets and a mask obscuring half his face and then it’s just a raised brow and the hint of a smile seen through his eyes. and he’s staring you down too?? good god
sugawara kōshi — when you nearly trip or fall and they reach out for you.
it’s like that heart stopping near fall and then he gets all wide eyed and reaches out for you, saying “woah, careful” in that really soft, gentle voice. even better if he grabs at your arm or presses his hand on the small of your back to steady you even if you are steady. does he make fun of you after? yes. but it’s still really attractive the way he gets all worried and grows really soft for you in the moment.
hanamaki takahiro — when they can keep up with your energy.
the banter is endless with the two of you. every thing you say he’s got a comeback, a witter, funnier, probably more sexual comeback. it’s so like? exciting? the way he’s always challenging you. he’s always got something to make fun of you of, even if it’s not real and made up. and he says it so smooth and it’s always, always, right in the moment. like he thinks of it in the spot. the fact that it just naturally comes to him how he can keep up with you and match your energy is so, so attractive.
tanaka ryūnosuke — when funny, light hearted guys get super serious about something
he’s always chill and always cracking jokes. he’s everyone’s comfort person, and no matter the situation he can be relied on to cheer and lighten up the mood. but sometimes shit gets serious, like if you’re hurt or something, and he does not crack a single joke. nothing. he won’t attempt to lighten up the mood because he cannot bring himself to. especially if he’s like protective and angry, he gets super quiet and won’t take shit from anyone it’s both heart warming and kinda scary.
ushijima wakatoshi — when serious, solemn, no jokes guys let loose
the complete opposite! ushijima’s super serious and he honestly doesn’t get jokes to even consider making them. he’s a very strong and reliable presence, like a literal pillar. but then maybe you do something stupid or you buy him a snack he’s been wanting and he smiles so softly, so sweetly, and his face just relaxes and softens and his eyes are so kind that you instantly melt. because it’s a sight that‘s as rare as it is makes it all the more endearing.
kozume kenma — when guys have a softer smell rather than a strong, cologne.
when i say softer i don’t mean girlier. i just mean softer. like maybe it’s a fresher smell (like minty) or maybe it’s a more floral smell like jasmine or lavender, or maybe it’s like warm tones (like cinnamon). either way, no matter what he smells like, it’s subtle but there. especially if you sit directly next to him or pass by him. you get a whiff of him and it’s so? calming? alluring? intoxicating in the most subtle way? idk. just. attractive.
konoha akinori — when guys stretch while they’re sitting and their shirts ride up.
he‘s just sitting there minding his own business, relaxing, chatting. he’s had a long day and his muscles are all tight and tense, so he just lifts up his arms and stretches, groaning a little and sighing, in relief and satisfaction, as the tension is relieved. his shirt rides up a bit and he even leans back too, exposing more of his lean abdomen. and when he sags in his chair after he’s got this delirious, satisfied smile or smirk on his face.
tsukishima kei — when a guy is explaining something to you and is demonstrating
like the way he’s trying to explain something on a computer and you’ve got the screen before you so he reaches across you to point something out and then suddenly the two of you are really close?? or if he’s writing down something on paper and he keeps looking up as he’s explaining to see if you’re getting it and to keep you engaged. or when he’s just explaining something and he just. sounds smart. you don’t get a thing but it’s fascinating.
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me when kafka asagiri said that bsd is for people who are not good at living
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