@divinasolis said: tooru leans against the counter, arms crossed, eyes constantly glaring up at the edges of his bangs he can glimpse at. a finger moves up to weave through it, then another, followed by a thumb, a ring finger, until his whole hand is fussing with his hair, unsettling the brown streaks that adorn it. “you know,” he begins, slow, careful. he shoots a look to the side, sees wakatoshi distracted with cooking. tooru fights off a frown with a dainty pursing of his lips. “my hair is so soft today.” it isn’t a lie, it isn’t direct; it is the perfect introduction to the blaring topic that demands to be mentioned, that requires attention, compliments, some sort of acknowledgement - he did cut off two centimeters after all. wakatoshi is bound to notice! isn’t he?
Wakatoshi is bound to notice.
... eventually.
Except...
... Wakatoshi is not good at multitasking.
It is an unfortunate truth that multitasking in itself is a myth. People are just more or less good at rapidly switching between tasks, and Ushijima... may be a bit slower than most in that process. To his credit, he likes to dedicate his full attention to whatever is the task at hand, to whatever requires his immediate and undivided focus, but somehow? Outside of the volleyball court, he has been told (repeatedly) (by multiple sources) (present company included) that he sometimes comes across as aloof and detached as a result.
Wakatoshi doesn’t mean to completely miss on the subtle signals Tooru is sending him, nor does he mean to ignore the change after a trip to the hairdresser...
... but he is cooking. Cooking requires his full attention to avoid injuries and burnt vegetables, and so -- he listens, distracted from the recipe’s instructions, but only looks at his partner with one or too beats of delay, and a puzzled look on aquiline features. “? ... is that so?”
... Tooru stares at him, expectantly (expecting what, Wakatoshi doesn’t know), for a second, two, five... and huffs and pouts without further explanation.
???
Tooru doesn’t add anything, and Ushijima gathers that he may have missed something here - but if Tooru doesn’t press the issue further, than it must mean it’s probably fine (it is not fine, as he shall soon find out). “Dinner is almost ready.” He dutifully informs him, turning the fish and vegetables over into the pan. No answer... except a puff and a huff.
... alright. Now is the time to start formulating concerns. Ushijima has learnt quite a few things about Oikawa Tooru over the years - what he looks like when he sulks is one of them. But why would Tooru sulk? With a perplexed frown digging between brows, Wakatoshi dutifully reviews every bit of conversation they have had since Tooru had come home today, prodding at memory and his own behaviours to try and understand what may have warranted his ire (all while setting up the table, bringing the food into the dining room - gears visibly, audibly churning in his volleyball of a brain).
Tooru sits at the dinner table, and Wakatoshi, out of habit / affection / way of apology (??) combs his fingers through his hair in passing, and...
Stops.
Something feels different. My hair is so soft today, Tooru had said, and Wakatoshi hadn’t made anything of it because Tooru’s hair is always soft (a blessing to his calloused hands, a weakness he had never expected but embraces every time he kisses him, every time he wakes up on lazy sunday mornings with Tooru in his arms), but... “Your hair is soft.” He comments, as if stumbling accidentally upon some unexpected truth. Softer than usual, he should say - something is different and...
Finally, he notices. The way Tooru’s handsome face is framed ever so slightly differently, the way his fingers have slightly less length to comb through. It only took him thirty minutes to take note of what Tooru had been hinting at. “Oh. Did you get a haircut?” Finally!! Tooru’s face and eyes sceam in unison. Oops. His mistake. Carefully (decisively), Wakatoshi frames Tooru’s face between his hands to take a better look, olive eyes scanning for the change, taking each and every chance to appreciate the dear visage offered to him (... even pouty). “It looks good on you.” He offers as definitive conclusion - honest and frank, never one to offer undeserved compliments even to apologise. “I think almost anything would look good on you, but - I like it.” Honest and blunt truth only; punctuated by a kiss on his forehead - there is the apology. Maybe next time it will only take him ten minutes.
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@divinasolis asked: ran pops up by kaito's side, planting a quick, yet tender little kiss on the boy's cheek before disappearing to resume her cooking.
most would be surprised to see kaito sitting at the kitchen table , quietly focusing on something ( in this instance , a tool he was building for a trick he had thought up of ) rather than bothering ran , but it was one of his favourite things to do with ran. just ... occupy the same space as her without the need to necessarily perform.
the little furrow of concentration in his brow smooths out when he feels soft lips on his cheek , and a smile automatically comes onto his face as he reaches out to grab ran before she goes back into the kitchen. his hand lifts hers to his lips , a gesture usually done while in costume but feels appropriate here , before he lets her hand go so that they can both continue to prepare.
( he loves her. it’s fierce but gentle too , a warmth in his chest that just makes him happy every time he sees her , every time he’s just around her. ).
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“Hey, that could work in our favor–maybe someone would assume you’re some music exec and bam now we have backstage access.” It’s not dishonesty if the other makes a false assumption, right? The dossier of the event may have catapulted to some nether space in her small corner cubicle once the word free was mentioned. The idea of giving any sort of thought to attend anything that could be deemed fun was an automatic ‘yes’ in her book, practically skipping out the door once they were placed in her hands.And god did she need an experience to make an argument she had any work-life balance. But two tickets meant dragging someone else down for the last-minute arrangement. It would have been a waste to forfeit the other one–luckily it seems she made just the right call. With a soft hum and distant, squinted stare ahead she tries to recall the set list.She draws blanks on most of the artist, but it's out in some large park which means the only likely answer is ..
“ I’m pretty sure it’s meant to be casual. But as a fashion icon and friend, If you don’t have anything I’m passing some lovely street stands. ”
She angles the camera to gesture towards a vendor, cheeky grin paired with her obvious jest, “I think you’d look great in a shirt with every type of cat you can think of. It’ll be my treat.” A laugh follows and the camera shifts around to reveal the front building of his work, her hand pointed towards it in the camera's view. “Buuuut If you hurry on down when you’re ready and you don’t have anything, maybe we’ll have time to get something. It’s that or the cats my friend. And then you really will stick out.”
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The last thing he could remember was his glowing fist cutting through the screen of smoke, connecting with his opponent’s gut with enough force to take them both to the ground. Izuku adjusted his body position for optimal landing, pulling back his other arm in preparation for a second smash. Instead of colliding with flesh, this time his attack met cold air.
In fact, the smoke screen dissipated, and instead of a sky reddened by fire and chaos, he saw brilliant sunlight.
Izuku landed on a roof top as he originally planned, but it looked very different from the one he was looking at just a second ago. Instead of his opponent, he was greeted by the screams of school girls.
Where? He whipped around, eyes frantically scanning the surroundings for the danger - for the source of their fear.
And then he realized their screams were aimed at him - the weirdo in ragged mask, a stranger who did not belong in this peaceful, sunny, cherry blossom scented world.
“I-” This was a trap, it had to be. Perhaps the enemy had him enveloped in an illusion of sorts, intending to lower his guard so she could strike him from a hidden spot. Yet despite that...“I am sorry!” Izuku apologized, yanking the hood off of his head. Even if this was a trap, there were people who seemed frightened, and that was not something he could ignore. He stumbled back from the girls, hands in the air to show he was no danger. “I am not a villain...” Izuku backed himself to the edge of the roof and looked down at the unfamiliar streets. Where was he? His danger senses weren’t pinging.
One of the girls seemed calmer than the others, so he looked to her for help. “Where am I?”
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@shibonzakura asked: Ship Bias; for Kaito
saguru. s//agukai is probably my favourite ship for kaito ever. i’ve been blessed with a lot of great saguru roleplayers ( shout out specifically to @sagurus , who is no longer roleplaying but continues to write fantastic s//agukai content , and @multiversal , who has humoured me greatly in regards to ships and aus and everything else in-between ). i just think they work and mesh , and i just love them so so so much.
ran. i honestly love this pairing so so so much. i am extremely humbled that @divinasolis decided to write this pairing with me because it’s such an interesting dynamic and truly different to a lot of kaito’s “ main ” pairings that he has within the fandom. i think they compliment each other well !!
shinichi. it is genuinely solely thanks to @iridcsccnt that i even like this ship. for the longest time , i really didn’t like it , but building kaito and shinichi’s relationship with riot has been amazing. my kaito is always just a little bit sad that riot’s shinichi is no longer around ( he’s constantly pouting in my head ) , and the two of them together are so great.
a secret pairing: ot3 between shinichi and ran and kaito. i feel like this is self-explanatory based on the dynamics of all three of the characters that we’ve seen in canon.
fumi. while i don’t get to write this crossover ship any longer , writing kaito with ōno fumi is probably still one of my highlights of roleplaying kaito. while natasha no longer roleplays , we built such a huge world together ( along with @xamassed , whose conan got lowkey adopted by fumi and kaito somehow ) and it was beautiful. the two of them worked , and fumi was becoming more and more confident and kaito was becoming more and more kind. they both grew so much as people , and it was exciting to write and see. i still treasure the fanart i received for kaito and fumi :(
heiji & makoto. ... don’t look at me.
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