#how'd they make the water Look Like That what was the thought process behind the beasts' designs

[mechawolfie]

also can i just say that visually the scenes in this movie flow sooo well. it’s just so fun to watch things happen???

#hi. just watched it again #my favorite scenes r the ones on the boat its like. so smooth. like a dance #idk how to explain it #see im not good at gushing bc my feelings r too big to put into words #this movie makes me want to dance & jump & smile & giggle so so much. do u understand #like. im thinking whoa how did they do that!! howd they do this!! can i get an article explaining the methods in great detail. please #howd they animate the black characters' hair how'd they get the character expressions to be so lively #how'd they make the water Look Like That what was the thought process behind the beasts' designs #+ the sounds they make i love beast sounds i want to know how ppl make them #howd hey go about creating the world howd they make each scene feel so fluid #etc etc etc #like......AUGH!!!!!!!!!. yknow? #the sea beast #smudgy.txt

[sylvieeee5]

it's finally time...

for episode 3!!!

please pardon my lateness- I had family over last week, and then I got the second booster shot and it knocked me out for a couple days!

But we're BACKKKK

And here's a Sonic for your troubles :)

Oh! And if you'd like to support my poor time management skills, I would greatly appreciate if you'd consider donating to my Kofi! haha. i'm. broke

!Warning!! Book/show spoilers ahead!

1:27

"Welp, guess they jumped overboard. Alright, back to dinner, everyone!"

2:38

How'd you get that figure? Did Kate tell you?

"Alright gang, stay calm, we don't want them to hear us. By the way, we're 120 feet over the ocean, so uh... don't look down."

2:47

Down? Shouldn't you have gone up??

3:12

...do you think constance has a evil plan pre-formed in case she ever decides to go rogue?

3:17

she hopped on the ruse train :)

y'all ever hear a good word and decide hm! nice word! i will use it Always from now on

3:47

what do you mean

4:55

Number Two's plan B is biological warfare!! love that for her

5:00

HDSGDJWAKYGASYDGAKDAGK

5:43

I think you can be as judgmental as you want when it comes to his second mind control scheme in as many years

6:12

fambly,,,

6:25

ahahahaaaaaaaa

ha

7:07

UNBOTHERED Q UE E N

8:08

????????????????????

noland HUH

8:20

babies-

9:05

JKUCAKYCAIUCKUICQHWXKKHGAJCSH DACAJHSHASGSAASU

constance wants a taste

9:59

gambling montage hell yeah!!

10:27

смерть или слава.

i absolutely love that they made her russian vsjdaskdf

11:45

GIRLBOSS

i know nothing about gambling so that was. interesting to watch with no context jasfkjs

11:58

please let the pie truck be connected to moocho in some way please pl

12:41

"I'm highly concerned about the lion in this cave. Oh, what's that? I've stumbled upon a pile of meat and am being invited to sit on it? Well, why not?"

12:54

no it ain't, nathaniel

13:57

roll credits kinda!

14:20

YES TRUEEEE

impromptu parenting seminar with ms perumal. we love to see it

15:23

hehehe! same. haaaaaaaah

16:13

gfhjhgfhgh

okay but how is that considered cheating?? it's a strategy!

16:24

and NO SHAME

17:22

i mean... true enough

then again i somehow doubt this is a legal operation so if you're stealing from criminals, two wrongs make a right! /j

17:43

GIRL PLEASE

17:56

kinda thought this guy was risker when i saw the trailer. guess not!

18:25

Ahhh, you can totally take him. You just have to make it outside and them sic Madge on 'im! Just... don't look.

19:25

oh right, international waters. no laws! don't look that up, i promise it's true

19:47

the earnestness of that line awwww

Good job, Reynie. Applejack would approve!

20:04

Those "water polo" players are lucky Martina's not here. You do not besmirch the name of sports in her presence- unlike Kate she won't hesitate, bitch.

20:24

........?

20:35

SURRENDERRRRRRRRRRR

i love cannonball oh my god

21:28

...that line, and referring to his followers as "family" is.... really reminding me of my own experience in a similar organization. Man.

22:14

...excuse me a second

22:19

NO WE DON'T ENLIGHTEN US PLEASE

22:52

.... given what we know about constance that somehow seems competely plausible

23:32

Not so "equal in weight", huh, Atalanta?

rip milligan's luggage :(

23:57

DFKUFUAKJHJKASDGSJSKDAHJASDGKJGFYJSAYGGFSEY

THAT LINE DELIVERY

BLESS YOU FRED MELAMED

24:16

these are children you two

24:28

OOOOOOOOOH

she just called your ship sad. with class!

love that kate really is expanding her vocab- she didn't lie to milligan in ep 1!

25:30

do they not have passports?? did they leave them behind with the adults?

25:37

yoink

25:53

What happened to "Nicholas, I've moved on?"

26:02

if you're going through the grieving process simply say "no"

26:33

Unlike last season, the bright yellow is actually very effective camouflage in a lemon grove!

(also, little bit of trivia- coastal Italy does have the ideal climate for growing lemons!)

26:48

free snacks for the road ayyy

27:02

they sound like they're looking for their lost dog shakjdsl

27:21

sebastian's brokennnnnn

27:54

UH OHHHHHHH

28:03

UH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

28:48

the engineering on that luggage cube must be insane because the ones on top are essentially floating

29:08

which was not very from your perspective! was that a diss?

29:23

and now i'm laughing bc i'm thinking of the chekhov's gun bit from the goes wrong show s2 ajaskhjh

29:46

And there's an example of one right there!

30:05

"But today I learned that morality is relative!"

so has reynie's "oh no humanity might be evil" arc been replaced with a "humanity's evil so i'm gonna lean into it lmao" arc?

30:31

constance over there like "oh? really? yes a completely figurative saying imagine that"

30:50

highly, highly accurate

and also

31:13

31:40

jeffers was in curtain's drama club in college and curtain couldn't stand him but he was on board for the evil scheme stuff so what can you do.

32:13

aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA???

32:46

more evidence for the drama club theory. gotta pose dramatically before even attempting to hail one of the numerous nearby cabs to follow them! you go king.

Alright! That was episode 3: A Gold Bar in Fort Knox. I feel like this was sort of a transitional episode, and I'm... not sure how I feel about that. The Shortcut and the people on it were a huge part of the book's journey, and here... it's just used to get from point A to point B, rather than being an interesting stop of its own. With that, I'm gonna have to give this one a 7/10. I really hope they do more with Noland and Cannonball down the line... But I am fascinated to see where the brainwashed Mr. Benedict plot goes...

See you all shortly for episode 4!

#mysterious benedict society #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #mbs disney #tmbs #tmbs disney #mbs season 2 #mbs disney spoilers #mbs spoilers #mbs liveblog #sylv liveblogs #mbs s2e3

[bitchkay]

A faithful encounter♡

~Lance Ira

CW: Lance being anti social but a sweetheart, self indulgent asf based on this matchup♡

Word count: 1116

Rating: General consumption

Note: yall I think I might be in love with Lance😳😳

"Hold still hehe"

Robin posed in various ways as I sat on a rock by a small river in the forest. The running water was as calming as the wind blowing through the trees. A sketch pad sat on my lap as I drew Robin's furry body sitting atop a tree stump.

Reaching into my bag I drew out colored pencils adding additional detail to the drawing. Immersed in my work I didn't realize Robin had moved from the stump, he looked over at my sketchbook almost perched on my head as he flew above me.

"Woah, how'd you get up there, wanna see?" I said taking my cat in my arms holding the sketch out in front of him.

"Wow! Milady is so very talented!" Robin beamed, flapping his little wings.

"You like it that much? I can hang it up in our room when I'm done," I said cuddling into him.

Unhanding him I returned to my drawing as Robin played about the trees where I could see him. After some time the sky turned orange and Robin napped at the foot of the rock I sat on.

I heard the crack of a twig beneath heavy footfalls.

I froze slightly before carefully putting away my things in my bag.

Footsteps continued to approach. Fortunately it didn't sound like an animal of any sort, not that I'm particularly fond of human interaction either. Picking up a dosing Robin I turned around.

"Oi."

'Crap!'

A man stood a little ways away, at the entrance of the clearing I'd found.

"Why do you loiter? Night will soon fall."

Petting Robin for comfort I swallowed the lump in my throat before answering.

".. seemed like a nice place to draw, must've lost track of time."

"Draw?"

'Please don't ask to see, please don't ask to see, please don't–'

"It would do you better to be indoors, it's dangerous at night," he said, turning around urging me to follow.

Pausing a moment to process this I stood from the rock before hurrying behind him.

"Milady…?" a tired Robin said, waking up in my arms.

"It's okay, we're going home, you can sleep longer," I said softly, petting his fur.

The man leading us away glanced back at our interaction. I could've sworn I saw a look of fondness for a split second.

Silently walking us back to the dorms, the sky soon turned dark, the outdoor lanterns on as we arrived.

I turned to face the man as he began his descent in the other direction.

"Thank you…" I doubt he heard that but he's much too far now.

I didn't even catch his name.

-

The following day I sat in my C rank lecture doodling in my book waiting for the professor to start. The lecture hall seemed to occupy more seats than usual making the room look full. Even the seats where I sat at the back were slowly filling up.

'Is this supposed to be a joint lecture I didn't know about?'

My thoughts wandered as seats filled up one by one. I continued doodling in my book as idle chatter filled the once empty room.

'Maybe this lecture is mandatory for all C ranks so everyone has to be here? That's gonna be it, some of these faces are familiar.'

The professor announced he was about to begin and the room died down as everyone took their seats.

"Look who decided to show up."

The creaking of the old door was more noticeable now than ever as someone walked in.

'No way! He's a C rank?! I've never seen him in lectures before!'

"Prince Lance Ira, kind of you to join us, sit down now so we can begin"

'Lance… so that's his name..'

'Wait, did he say Prince?!'

As alarm decorated my features Lance paid the professor no mind now walking in my direction.

'Whys he coming over here?! Is he gonna talk to me? Confront me? Maybe it's about last night? What if he has a fan club like the other princes, I don't need 7 times the death glares coming my way?! What if-'

He plopped down in the chair next to me slouching in his seat. Averting my eyes I'm suddenly much more aware of our surroundings.

'Oh right the lecture hall is full, there's nowhere else he can sit..'

Suddenly feeling the need to sit up straighter I closed my book trying to focus on what the professor was saying despite my mind running rabid about the situation I know I find myself in.

'Is he looking at me? Wait, do I look okay? Why am I so worried?'

Stealing a glance at the bored looking man I can make out his features.

'Gosh he's easy on the eyes… Stop it! You're in class, no fawning over insanely attractive people!'

Scolding myself in my head I duck my head looking at my book. Retrieving my pencil I open it back up to a blank page seeking to distract myself from my wild thoughts.

What seems like not a lot of time passes as I draw half listening before I hear the professor inform us class has ended and we are dismissed. Accidentally dropping my eraser I bend down to retrieve it at my feet.

"Oh stars…"

"What!"

Startled, I bump my head on the desk before sitting upright. There I see Lance looking over at my book where an intricately detailed drawing of him sat on the white paper.

"This is-"

"It's nothing! I was just doodling- I'm not a stalker or anything, you were right there, I was nervous–" I slammed the book closed, hiding it behind my back as I rambled on.

"It's amazing."

"And I- …what?" Taken out of my panicked state by the unexpected compliment I feel my cheeks start getting hot.

Now standing right in front of him I noticed our height difference. I'm not short by any means but beneath his look of awe from my drawing I can't help but feel a bit flustered.

"Your drawing is really good. Far more than just a doodle in my opinion."

He looked at me with seriousness in his eyes, I blinked at a loss for what to do now.

"Um… thank you… and uh thank you for walking me home last night.."

"Think nothing of it."

I relaxed just a bit feeling no sense of danger from him but still nervous nonetheless being in front of such an attractive man.

'This man is straight up gorgeous… Wait no! Come on, brain work with me here!'

"What's your name?"

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And then we fell in love.

And got married.

And had lots of sex.

#lance ira #court of darkness #fanfiction #otome fanfic #Yall I'm actually in love with Lance now like there's no going back #voltage inc #cod fanfic #court of darkness fanfiction #kay's writing

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Edited: 7-28-20

You paced the floor of your dorm room back and forth as you impatiently waited for a knock on your door. You held a stick in one hand, one that displayed two positive lines. In your other hand was your phone, displaying an urgent text to your boyfriend, Inasa Yoarashi.

We need to talk! It's important... [Sent: 2:34 PM]

Your phone displayed that he'd seen and opened your text, but you'd gotten no response from him. From the tone of your text, it sounded like you wanted to break up, but the contents of what you needed to tell him were much more heart wrenching and serious than that.

There was a knock on your door and you knew it was him. After years of dating Inasa, you could recognize the way he knocks on your door.

You walked up to your door and unlocked it for him to come in. You quickly moved the hand holding the stick behind your back. You knew it was stupid, you called him over here to tell him in the first place, but now that it was facing you in the face you were scared.

"Hey, are you okay? I heard you were sent to your dorm and excused from your classes because you were ill."

Your heart ached at the words you had to tell him. He was so worried for you, and you feared the bomb you were dropping on him would ruin the relationship you had, but he is your boyfriend and the father of the baby in your womb. He had to know.

"I'm... I'm pregnant."

The words just tumbled out with a stutter and there was no taking them back. The truth was out there for Inasa to take however he pleased.

"What...?"

"I'm pregnant! There is a baby inside me. Your baby."

"You... You can't be. We were careful! We always used protection."

"Accidents happen, with or without condoms. The only one hundred percent protection is abstinence."

You quietly looked at the floor as you let him process the bomb you dropped on him.

"We can't keep it, you know that right?"

"They're not an it, it's a them... For now at least until I get an ultrasound."

"You're thinking of keeping it? You can't be serious! What about our careers, your career. You won't go to school, you'll never become a hero. You'll spend the rest of your days, picking up trash and waiting tables, your life will be over."

You picked up your eyes from the ground and faced your lover. The hatred and hurt could be seen in your eyes. They were glassy, and tearful, but what Inasa said was too late to take back.

"Six hundred, sixty-four thousand, four hundred, and thirty-five babies are lost to abortion each year. Sure, maybe those women were living in poverty, but I'm not. I have the means to take care of the life growing in my belly. I made the decision to sleep with you, therefore I have to own up to my responsibility."

"No one would blame you if you got rid of it. You have a career to think about. Fuck, you're a Todoroki, your business is everyone's business, you have a reputation to think about."

"I don't give a shit about my Todoroki status! Did you know Steve Jobs was almost aborted? One of the smartest men in the world. Did you know Celine Dion was almost aborted? She was her mother's 14th child and she wasn't sure she could handle it, but she did, and now her daughter inspires people through lyrics. If you don't want this baby, then our hearts will go on fine without you."

"[Y/N]..."

You avoided his eyes and pointed to the door. Maybe you were just being emotional and overreacting to him, but you knew you had to have this child, with or without his help.

"You should leave."

As you watch Inasa walk out your door one thing was for certain in your mind. This baby would grow up without having to worry about financial support from Inasa or Enji. Single mothers all over the world were surviving, so could you.

Inasa stood outside your dorm room. Your door was wide open and there were boxes scattered around. You were scrambling about, folding clothes up and sorting items to boxes and bags.

"Hey..."

Your eyes flashed up to see Inasa. Shock flashed your face before quickly looking down at the box you were trying to fit clothes in.

"Hi... What are you going here?"

"I... I heard you were dropping out of school."

"Well, the school board made it known that I'm not welcome here pregnant."

Instinctively, your hands went to the small but noticeable baby bump. Inasas followed your hands and he stared down at the bump bulging out of your stomach. His child was in there. His child. A literally baby.

"How'd Enji take the news?"

"I cut ties to my father once my pregnancy was leaked to the tabloids. He was angry that I tarnished his name, I couldn't really give a shit."

You taped up the last box and made a movement to pick it up but Inasa swooped in front of you and lifted it before you could. He gave you a very sheepish expression.

"It's bad for the baby."

"Thought they were an it?"

"[Y/N], I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that. It was irresponsible and out of line. You have to understand why I freaked... Babies require a lot of attention and needs. They have to be thought out and planned, that being said I've had time to think."

Inasa placed the box on the ground and knelt in front of you. He grabbed your hand cautious and carefully in case you rejected his display of affection. He placed a ring box in your palm as he started reciting the speech he prepared.

"I want to take responsibility. I want to be in this baby's life. I want to be in your life. I can't imagine doing this with anyone else... We can get a house and other mundane things. You can go back to school afterward. I want to do this together... If you'll have me."

"Inasa... Yes. Yes, I'll have you."

The months leading up to the final trimester of your pregnancy went great. You and Inasa found a three-bedroom apartment for a cheap price, and you even found a school that would take you despite the fact you'd be a teenage mother. UA high said it wouldn't be any issues considering you only had to finish up one semester, and the handwritten recommendation from your brother, Shouto, a stellar top student at UA put you into good graces.

"Do you want any tea?"

You looked up from your book to see your brother peering down at you with a soft smile.

During the process of your pregnancy, your brother really helped out. Shouto was constantly there for you when Inasa was gone. He forced you to be on bed rest while he retrieved things like entertainment and food for you. Truthfully, your mood swings scared him a little bit.

"I'm good Shouto, have a seat you don't have to cater to my every need."

"Tea is good for the baby."

"Your brother is right. When I was pregnant with you I'd drink a cup of chamomile every night."

Your mother walked into the room and took a seat by your feet. Ever since your mother was released from the mental institution she'd been living with you and Inasa. She'd been very supportive and nice over the pregnancy. She'd been very motherly, the kind of motherly you'd missed out in your childhood, but she was making up for lost time now.

You smiled at your mother when you felt a warm trickle at your legs. You grasped the now huge bump on your stomach as you gasped.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Your brother was by your side in a minute, concern and worry displayed on his face as you turned to him with just as much panic.

"My water broke."

"What? But your not due til next week!"

"I don't think she gives a shit, because my water just broke."

Your mother blatantly ignores your brother's freak out and calmly knelt next to you.

"Sweetheart, we're hours away from any hospitals, if your having the baby your gonna have to give birth here."

"This baby wasn't planned in the first place, neither should the delivery. Let's do it."

"Shouto, get me some buckets of water, clean towels, and pillows."

Your mother helped you adjust your body so you were in a birthing position.

"You need to stay in this position until your dilated enough to push. Take deep breaths. I'll have your brother call Inasa."

You started to feel cramps and pain. Immense pain as your mother walked away and talked to your brother. Shortly, she returned with a grim expression.

"Inasa is stuck at his internship. They won't let him leave."

"Okay. It's okay. I have you. I have Shouto. It's okay."

Your mother guided you through the process of birth-giving. She helped you get into positions that would help induce a faster birthing.

"You need to take a deep breath and push. I can see the head nearing. Just give me one more big push."

Exhaustedly, you pushed just as your apartment door swung open.

"Where is she? Is she okay?"

The urgent sound of Inasa resounded throughout the apartment as Shouto directed him to you.

"I'm here. I'm here."

"What about your internship?"

"Screw them, I said I wanted to be in this together! My daughter is being birthed, I'm not missing it."

With one last push, your mother pulled your daughter out of you. She sniped the ambiblical cord and cleaned her up before wrapping the baby in the clean towels and bringing her around for you and Inasa to hold.

As you looked down at your precious bundle of joy you squeezed Inasas hand. Months ago you thought you'd be alone with this, you were scared and frightened but you weren't alone. You had Inasa, your brother, and your mother. They weren't going anywhere.

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[amazingorangedangantrash]

Last night i really really couldn't sleep (tfw you've been an insomniac since you were like 9-) so I thought I'd do the trick by writing about kamuegi sleepless nights headcanons! Unfortunately that turned out to be counter-productive as I ended up with a semi-drabble and passed out before I could post it >:"D (the world works in mysterious ways ig-)

Staying up late

• Naegi has trouble sleeping often- he doesn't seem the type, but he's an insomniac

• Kamukura too

• Kamukura doesn't find it as much of a problem- after all, he's superhuman; he doesn't need as much sleep to be fully recharged anyway.

• Naegi... does

• They stumble upon each other once. Naegi is making his way out of the kitchen, and bumps into him, accidentally spilling his glass of water all over the other's shirt.

• He's extremely apologetic, and insists on accompanying Kamukura, to make sure he changes his shirt.

• Kamukura asks him why he's still awake, and, flustered, he makes up a lie about having drank one cup of coffee too many, caffeine still in his system.

• Kamukura sees right through it.

• "You are thinking about her, aren't you?"

• Naegi flinches.

• "How'd you know?"

• He recognises the momentary look of despair that flashes across Naegi's face when he thinks he isn't looking- it's one familiar to anyone who's crossed her warpath, guns blazing, despair dialed up to eleven. Naegi's unusually powerful optimism and his hope is his shield, but even he is not completely immune to it- he is only human, after all, even he must lose sleep to the nightmare known as Junko Enoshima.

• For reasons he can't quite explain, the thought... bothers him.

• "Would you like to see the stars?" He asks, the question leaving his lips before he can properly process it.

• Naegi looks at him, a surprised expression on his face, before he suddenly lets out a laugh- looking a little embarrassed at letting it slip. "Ah- no- sorry-" he smiles, "it's just- you mean, right now-?"

• "Yes."

• His amusement turns to confusion, "Wait, really-?"

• "Indeed," and without elaborating further (he doesn't like to waste time on boring himself with explanations, when his actions are easily enough to speak for him), gently takes ahold of Naegi's wrist. He only feels the slightest hesitation, before the other lets him lead the way, and they've made it to the rooftop.

• There's a gentle breeze, and it softly sweeps Kamukura's locks into the air, strands of smooth inky blackness swaying in the wind.

• Naegi fights the urge to reach out and run his hands through them.

• To his surprise, there's already a blanket, pillows, and even a lawn chair and umbrella waiting for them.

• "Do you... come out here often?" He asks. He wasn't even aware this was a part of the rooftop. It's fairly secluded, one that lets you see the open sky above them without a problem, but is hard enough to spot from the ground, unless you really knew what you were looking for.

• "Yes," Kamukura replies, sitting down. He doesn't gesture for Naegi to follow, or pat the ground, like some of his other friends would, but he looks at him and tilts his head ever so slightly, which Naegi can tell is enough for him to encourage him to follow, so he does.

• "Wow..." He simply gazes up above them, revelling in the sight of hundreds upon thousands of stars above, the way they sparkle majestically amongst the vast sea of outer space, like diamonds laying atop thick, rich-hued velvet of pink, purple and blue, blanketing the sky.

• Kamukura watches him, and the sight of the stars reflecting in Naegi's eyes, the light in them mirroring the sky, that twinkle, unique to Naegi, and Naegi alone, makes something in his chest twinge.

• It's an unfamiliar feeling-

• How exciting.

• He shall have to bring Naegi out here more often.

• Naegi turns to him, and his breath catches in his throat.

• "Thank you," he says.

• It is uneeded.

• "Why?"

• "For bringing me here," the other replies. "I know this place must mean a lot to you. Ah-," he scratches his cheek, a gesture Kamukura finds... oh- is this what they mean when they say, 'endearing'?

• "Sorry. I know the others can be kind of... loud and stuff at times." Why is he apologising on their behalf? "And, well, this is all new to you, isn't it? That can probably be kind of... overstimulating sometimes, right? And I guess you'd want a space to yourself, to get away to and be in peace at for a while. To think. You're pretty smart, after all. You need your 'thinking time'. I know you need a breather now and then to process everything," he chuckles, the sound is light and sweet amongst the cool summer air, "I mean, they're my friends, and even I need a break from them once in a while, so-" he smiles again (always smiling, doesn't he ever get tired of it-?), "thank you. I'm sure this place must mean a lot to you. I'm really glad you feel comfortable enough to bring me here! I appreciate it."

• He's smarter then he looks- this is something Kamukura has come to realise from the time that they've spent together, and yet, still, he's found himself surprised by it. Naegi's intelligence, his skill, comes from a place elsewhere then his books or his hands- it comes from his heart, his emotions, something Kamukura was never able to fully understand, was never programmed to-

• They always deemed emotions unnecessary. Believed it would hinder his talent, that the key to success, to hope, lied in absolute mechanical operation, and the unwavering pursuit of more, more talent-

• Looking at Naegi now, he wonders how they could have ever been so wrong.

• "Oh- um- sorry, I didn't mean to get all excited there for a second," He trips over his words a little, eager to fill the silence, and yet, Kamukura does not mind. The sound of his voice is not grating upon his ears like that of others, it's less like a fly buzzing around his ear, and more like the flapping wings of a bumblebee, a gentle thrum that is strangely soothing, a sound sweet like honey.

• "You overestimate the importance of a place like this to me," his words aren't cold, merely the simple truth. "It's somewhere for me to stay. That's all."

• Naegi shakes his head softly. "Nah, that's exactly my point Kamukura. It's your place- your spot. The fact that you can call it your own, that makes it special. Especially since, ah, um-" he looks to the side, "I'm guessing they never really let you have anything like this before, huh?'

• His... 'spot'. He tries out the word in his mind. What a crude, and simple way to refer to it.

• And yet... he thinks he might like it.

• "Yes," he answers honestly. "I had no need for personal belongings or even... 'spots'. They weren't needed to cultivate my talents."

• "Geez," Naegi mumbles to himself in exasperation, running a hand through his hair. Kamukura knows the frustration isn't directed at him, and yet that makes it all the more intriguing to witness.

• "I still can't believe- that- that they treated you like that," he mutters angrily, more to himself then the other, "like you're- like you're not even a person! Like... like you can't have thoughts or feelings of your own. Like- like you don't deserve to be treated like everyone else-!"

• "I don't deserve to be treated like everyone e-"

• "Don't," Naegi softly warns him, though they both know it's more for his sake than Kamukura's, "please. I know that's what they told you but- you do. You're still... a person. You're still human."

• Kamukura isn't really sure if he still qualifies as even that anymore, but, for once, he deems it better to not speak that thought aloud.

• The breeze picks up, turning into a sharp gust of wind. It causes Naegi to shiver a little, goosebumps rippling along his exposed skin, already cool against the night air. He starts to wonder if it's time to regret wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts to sleep, when he feels a warm material envelop his shoulders, and a weight shift next to him.

• "Kamukura-?" The other has pulled a blanket over them, and shuffled closer, so that it wraps neatly around him also.

• "You were cold. I thought this to be the best course of action," he says, though, even in the pale moonlight, Naegi can't help but notice the (very faint, but still there-) rush of pink lightly dusting his cheeks. Kamukura's sharp red eyes pierced his own, and yet, their gaze was... hesitant.

• Naegi blinks a little, before his expression softens, exhaling with the slightest bit of amusement. "Of course," he hums. The sudden intimacy between them hasn't gone unnoticed, but he... doesn't mind it. "Thank you."

• They sit in silence for a while.

• Naegi doesn't often see the stars. Sure, he would try a few times back home, on cloudless, sleepless nights, not entirely unlike this one. The light from streetlamps and nearby houses would drown it out, however, the city's constant glow in favour above the natural visibility of the stars.

• They're as beautiful as he'd imagine, out here, away from it all.

• Occasionally Naegi will point to a group of stars, and ask which constellation it is. Kamukura will take his hand, and, (to his embarrassment) redirect it to the actual constellation. He'll then explain, it's origins, the story that is behind it's conception. It's 'useless' knowledge, but it's knowledge he has nonetheless, and Kamukura is... happy, he supposes, to finally have someone to share it with, not for the sake of a test or practice, but because someone just... wants to talk to him about it. (And as selfish as it is, Naegi is secretly glad to be that person-)

• Naegi talks, about his parents, his sister, his friends, about the life Kamukura never had, and never thought he wanted to. He knows it's not much, but it's all Naegi's known, and he's content with it. Kamukura never thought there would be any point to a life like that, but if it's the one that made Naegi the way he is now... maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all.

• At one point, a shooting star suddenly soars across the sky, and Naegi gleefully points it out (he wonders what it's like to be delighted by such a simple thing...), "Kamukura! Did you see that?"

• "I did," he replies, and just as the words leave his mouth, another one follows.

• "Woah! Two shooting stars in a row! Talk about lucky," and Naegi is so happy, so pleased by this small event, it's as if it spills into Kamukura himself, and he's...endeared by it.

• "Yes, it is." His voice is... fond.

• Naegi insists that they both make a wish. Kamukura knows that it's impossible, and Naegi does too, that an act as insignificant as wishing upon a 'shooting star' (not even a star, really, but a lump of space rock falling through the atmosphere, hitting it at a high speed and burning up in a rather aesthetic display of combustion) can possibly change their fate in any way, but-

• He makes one anyway.

• It's an unusual feeling. Wishing for something. It's wanting for something... a desire...

• It's not all that different from hope.

• How funny, he thinks, that the two are so connected, and yet the people who expected hope from him never asked, never expected him to want or wish.

• (Unbeknownst to the two of them, their wishes are exactly the same.)

• Naegi tells him his favourite flower. "I don't really know why, but I've just always found hydrangeas to be my favourite. I'm not sure why," he laughs. "They're pretty I guess? Especially the blue ones."

• Kamukura briefly considers telling him the meaning behind the flower, but decides against it.

• Naegi asks him for his own favourite flower- but he cannot think of one. He can acknowledge and recognise which are considered more "beautiful" or popular, but in terms of personal preference... he has none.

• "What are those red ones... ah... um- carnations! That's it! Those kind of remind me of you... ah, because of your eyes," Naegi smiles bashfully at him.

• (He decides against mentioning the meaning behind those, as well-)

• They stay there until the morning comes, watching as the sky blends from black, to purple, to pink, to orange, to yellow, and then finally, blue. The stars slowly fade, dimming like nightlights in the sky, being turned off as if to fall asleep themselves.

• Naegi yawns, stretching. "Aw man... I think I'm gonna sleep in a little today..."

• When he returns to his bed, he promptly blacks out, all thoughts of a certain Ultimate Despair having been vanquished entirely.

• If anyone asks that day, why Naegi seems so tired, or why Kamukura is even more quiet then usual, the two will share a knowing glance, and return to what they were doing, with a small smile (or twitch of the mouth).

• The next night, Naegi finds himself needing a glass of water again. Kamukura is in the kitchen. They walk.

• It's not at all uncommon for the two to be perched upon the rooftop. Rain or shine, day or night. They'll often be nursing a drink in their hands too, a hot cup of tea, or an iced one, a glass of water, a smoothie, a milkshake, a hot chocolate- as they talk. Or they'll sit and stare out at the grounds, or the sky. They might fiddle with papers, completing work, or sit comfortably in each other's company, Naegi braiding Kamukura's hair, weaving little flowers into it that he collected from the gardens.

• Their insomnia is still there, refusing to disappear or remedy after one night.

• But, at least, if they are doomed to the life of an insomniac, they're happy to do so.

• (together).

-

Flower meanings-

Hydrangeas: (one of my own personal favourites ahhh-) their meaning varies a lot. Pink is said to represent heartfelt emotion and even love (some say the individual petals are shaped like a heart-). Purple hydrangeas represent a desire to deeply understand someone. White hydrangeas had very negative connotations, especially in Victorian society, representing boastfulness and vanity (but also purity)- they were even considered unlucky, and leaving a hydrangea to grow outside a woman's door was said to be a way to ensure she would never wed (how cruel!). Blue is the most intriguing colour- there's a Japanese story of an Emperor who gifted blue hydrangeas to the family of his beloved, in apology for neglecting her. Because of this, blue hydrangeas are associated with apology, forgiveness, gratitude, and even frigidity (which makes me think of how a certain Mr Kamukura acts-). Ironically, blue hydrangeas are considered the 'luckiest'.

A lucky unlucky flower (befitting, I'd say, to be the favourite of a certain person).

Carnations- apparently white ones symbolise good/pure luck! Now isn't that something? Ah, but Naegi didn't say white carnations, did he? He meant red, like Kamukura's eyes. That's where it's interesting- light red carnations can symbolise admiration and affection. But dark red carnations symbolise a deep love. (Ironically, for a flower of love, carnations are also frequently associated with death (especially, apparently, in France). It's almost like, in order for Kamukura to exist, for Naegi to have feelings for him in the first place, someone first had to die for him to come into existence... but that's just a thought-)

(I'm no flower expert- all of these came from our overlords, Google themselves, so if anything about that is wrong... blame them not me-)

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going back to sleep-

Image by: https://borrego-tan.tumblr.com/post/186229592018/hinaegi-festival-2019-day-4-comfortcomfy

#if you want to know what song i had on repeat for this #Staying Up- the neighbourhood #insomnia #its a pain but at least it's motivation *wheeze* #headcanons #writing #my post #kamuegi #izuru kamukura #makoto naegi #drabble #kind of-? #flowers #flower language #just for that lengthy bit at the end hshshs- #im sorry im getting excited over plants lmao

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꠵ look at me : chapter nine ꠵

ギフト。

tw : this chapter contains mentions of n//dles, so if that makes you uncomfortable please don't read this chapter ! i want 2 make sure yer all happy nd safe, so if this will affect you at any cost pls just skip over that part, ill mark when it starts and when it stops :)

also : the parts about n//dles are untagged. i don't tag anything in my stories, but i do put little warnings about things that should b tagged. so, read at your own risk.

Iwaizumi awoke to light brown tufts of hair tickling his nose.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes and lifting his head, so he wouldn't sneeze from the tickling sensation. Oikawa was currently laying on his chest, mouth shut in a thin line, his limbs dangling over the ace in a comforting way. It was like he was hugging a life-sized teddy bear. It was comfortable, and safe, within the setter's warm embrace.

Hajime looked around the room, and spotted Matsukawa and Hanamaki leaning on the wall, Makki's head on the other's shoulder as they both snored soundly. The futon Oikawa had brought out for them lay abandoned on the floor, stripped of the blankets that now lay on their laps. How the wall was more comfortable than a memory foam futon- Iwaizumi may never know.

The boy laying on his chest stirred slightly, and he leaned up on his elbows, looking down at Iwaizumi. "Oh, morning, Iwa-chan."

Iwaizumi smiled. "Morning, Crappykawa. How'd you sleep?"

Oikawa stifled a yawn, trying not to fall asleep to his friend's soothing voice. It was like a lullaby. "Great. You?"

"Terrific." Iwaizumi sat up as Oikawa rolled off him, stretching and yawning.

"Hey, do you mind if I use your bathroom again?"

"Nah. Go for it. We have school today, so hurry up, alright?'

The setter smiled at him, brown eyes twinkling in the reflection of the sun's rays. "Alright." He nodded, skipping to his backpack to grab his uniform. "Make sure you wake Mattsun and Makki up, okay?"

Iwaizumi hummed in reply and started to stand up as Oikawa gathered his things and headed to the bathroom. Toorū shut the door behind him, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water soak his skin and pool at his feet. Grabbing the soap bar, he lathered himself with the suds, then rinsed it all off with cold water to wake himself up fully.

Oikawa turned off the shower, grabbing a towel and drying himself off before he stepped out of the tub. He sighed, looking into the mirror of Iwaizumi's bathroom. With the door locked, he felt comfortable enough to let the towel fall to his feet, standing completely bare in the middle of the tiled floor, looking at his reflection. Most of his bruises were entirely healed up, thanks to the oil Iwaizumi had rubbed onto his skin. He tenderly touched each and every one of the marks, sending shocks of light pain flowing through his nerves. He sighed in relief- thank god for that oil. If it weren't for it, his bruises would hurt much more.

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The setter prodded at a deep cut in the soft skin of his abdomen. The skin around it was irritated and red, the color stippling like paint drops on a piece of paper. Oikawa winced as he trailed his fingers along the cut, rinsing his hand as he saw blood coating his fingertips. He pulled out the first-aid kit Iwaizumi had left in the bathroom a couple days before, sorting through the items until he found a needle and thread. He peeled open a packet of sanitizing wipes and wiped down the needle and the area around the cut, wincing again.

Oikawa started to sew the wound up, carefully weaving the thin piece of metal in and out of his skin. He focused all of his attention onto his task, ignoring the commotion Matsukawa and Hanamaki were making outside of the bathroom. He finished looping the thread, and tied a knot at the end, pulling the whole thing tight.

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Deciding to test out his handiwork, he lifted his arms up over his head and stretched, letting out a big yawn. The stitches moved along with his skin, but it didn't appear to be loose, and no blood emerged from the wound. Trusting that the stitches wouldn't break, he put his dress shirt and cream-colored vest on, praying that the stitches wouldn't come loose during school and that he wouldn't bleed all over his uniform. After he put those on, Oikawa grabbed his toothbrush and put a fat glob of paste on it, sticking it under the sink for a second, then plopping it into his mouth.

"Ah, morning, Oikawa." Hanamaki had said when the captain popped back out of the bathroom. "You okay? You were in there for a while."

Oikawa nodded. "Yeah, just dressing my wounds and stuff." He didn't feel the need to lie to Hanamaki. After all, he practically knew everything now, so what was the point?

"Can I see them?"

"Sure." Oikawa lifted his shirt to reveal the bruises and the cut he had just recently sewed up, letting Makki come close and prod at his wounds. "Ah! That tickles, Makki."

Hanamaki stood up straight after a couple of seconds, tugging at Oikawa's shirt so he would let it down. Fixing Oikawa's appearance a little, he smiled. "They look a lot better. Did you sew that cut up yourself?"

Oikawa hummed in response. "Yeah. That's why I was in the bathroom. Wasn't too hard."

"Dang. I probably would have made the cut worse if I tried something like that." Hanamaki muttered, emitting a laugh out of his beloved captain. The two of them walked out of Iwaizumi's bedroom, and were greeted to the sight of Matsukawa putting Iwa in a headlock, the ace writhing around in his grip like a fish. Oikawa let out another laugh, covering his mouth in the process.

Iwa smiled fondly at his best friend, earning another harsh smack to the back of his head as Mattsun continued to torture him. Hanamaki glanced over at Oikawa, who was struggling to breathe through each laughing fit, and sighed. Breaking both Iwaizumi and Mattsun up, he gripped both of their shoulders harshly. “Oikawa just took care of his cuts, and you think it’s a great idea to make him laugh?”

The two boys sighed. “Sorry, Makki.”

Makki hummed in response, walking over to Oikawa and handing him a milk bread bun. The setter’s eyes twinkled in excitement, like a puppy waiting for his owner to give him a treat. He took it gingerly, sinking his teeth into the soft bread. The flavor exploded across his tongue, and he would have made a sound of delight if his mouth wasn’t completely stuffed.

The trio stifled a laugh at their captain as he held the bun up to the ceiling, like a peace offering to the gods. It got worse once he started singing “Ah Savania” from the Lion King.

Stuffing his mouth with the rest of the milk bread, he grinned at his friends for a second, then stopped as he realized something. Pressing his hands together and closing his eyes, he muttered a faint “itadakimasu,” making his teammates laugh again.

“Alright,” Oikawa said, slinging his bag over his shoulder, “let’s go! Coach will get mad at me if we’re late~”

Mattsun snickered, grabbing his bag as well. “Aye aye, Captain.”

Oikawa bounded out of the house, turning around and locking the door as the rest of his friends filed out. After jiggling the doorknob slightly to check if it was locked as a precaution, he padded over to the three that stood patiently on the front steps, waiting for him.

“So,” Makki started, as they walked alongside each other on the sidewalk, “has your mom tried contacting you after you left?”

Iwaizumi and Matsukawa made extreme gestures behind Oikawa’s head, signaling Makki to stop. However, the wing-spiker didn’t pay notice to them, wanting to know what was truly going on.

Oikawa nodded, to everyone’s surprise. “Yeah. She’s texted me a bunch, it’s getting kind of annoying,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Pulling out his phone, he tapped his screen a couple of times, showing Makki the conversation with his mother. “See?”

“Outrageous.” Matsukawa sighed, catching a leaf midair, as he, Iwaizumi, and Hanamaki read the texts on Oikawa's phone. "The audacity this woman has."

So, that's what's going on. Iwaizumi thought. He had remembered a faint buzzing noise going on last night when they were all sleeping, and Oikawa waking up and almost chucking his phone across the room once he figured out the source of the noises. Oikawa-san never quits, does she? She’s just like her son, in a way.

Oikawa let out a small sigh, stuffing his phone back in his pocket once he was sure his friends had skimmed through the recent texts. Running a slightly shaky hand through his hair, he turned to them with a smile on his face. A fake one at that, Iwaizumi noted. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm starting to really hate her. I know she's my mom and all, and she gave birth to me and raised me and stuff, but.."

"You can hate her if you want. You're not obligated to love her, especially after what she and your father did to you." Matsukawa patted Oikawa on the back, smiling at his captain. "So just hang tight, yeah?"

“..Yeah."

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“O-Oikawa-san!” Kindaichi cried, engulfing the setter into a big hug. Oikawa winced slightly, as the pressure irritated his wounds, but let himself fall victim to Kindaichi’s arms.

Patting the first-year’s hair, he gave his underclassman a small, genuine smile, getting him all flustered. “Why, hello there, Kindaichi-chan. Good morning to you, too!”

Kindaichi looked up at him, the blush in his cheeks going down slightly. “M-Matsukawa-san and Hanamaki-san both said you were sick and injured! We were all worried about you, Oikawa-san!” He gestured behind him, and Oikawa’s eyes darted around the first-year to see the rest of his teammates holding small little gifts for him, worry dotting their faces. Except for Kyōtani, who stood there with his resting bitch face, hands behind his back.

Oikawa looked back at his fellow third-years, making eye contact with Hanamaki, who just shrugged, a smug grin on his face. He felt his eyes getting teary, so he rubbed at them fiercely, a concerned Kindaichi stressing over him.

Putting on another genuine smile, he looked up, beaming at his team. “Arigato, aishiteru.”

Filled to the brim with emotion, the rest of his team rushed forward, joining the hug. Oikawa let out a laugh, tears rolling down his face. Even Kyōtani joined the hug, smiling. Iwaizumi had to rub his eyes to be sure he saw that correctly.

Sooner than later, the team unstuck themselves from Oikawa’s body, giving the setter some room to wipe away his tears, and to properly thank his underclassmen. He patted Kindaichi’s head again, swiped away the tears pooling at the corners of Yahaba’s eyes, and gave Watari a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. Kunimi nudged at Oikawa’s side, and the latter obliged, slinging an arm around his teammate. “Seriously, you guys don’t know how much this means to me. Thank you.”

Kyōtani muttered something, under his breath, turning away from the group to glare at a suddenly very attractive volleyball lying on the court line. Yahaba sighed, stalking over to the angry teen and mumbling something to him. Kyōtani’s shoulders relaxed as Yahaba ran his hand along the blades, and they struck a short, curt conversation, resulting in them both turning towards Oikawa.

“Kyōtani has something to ask you.” Yahaba said, smiling at his upperclassman. Oikawa nodded, turning to face the grim expression Mad Dog-Chan wore.

“Do you..” The spiker paused, his eyebrows furrowing even more as he struggled to get the words out. It wasn’t like he had trouble speaking, it was just he had trouble speaking to Toorū Oikawa. The setter terrified him sometimes. “Do you.. want to tell us what happened? We’ve been worried. And.. And we don’t know what’s going on.”

Yahaba patted Kyōtani on the back, looking up at Oikawa for an answer. Toorū opened his mouth slightly, paused, and closed it. He lifted his shirt over his face, silently weeping into the bright blue fabric. Nodding furiously, he picked his head up, a stupid silly grin plastered on his face.

“Yeah. I’ll tell you.”

And he told his team. Everything. He thought he should at least contribute to their wishes, regarding the fact that he ignored everyone’s texts after they lost against Karasuno. Emotion fluttered through his team’s faces like a tidal wave- angry, sad, glad, then angry again. At the end of it all, Oikawa’s whole body trembled, and he shivered. Is it just me, or did it just drop like, 20° degrees in here?

Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki stood off to the side, unsure of what to do. Hell yeah, they were proud of Oikawa for manning up and telling the rest of the team everything, but at the same time, he was sugarcoating it. And even telling the story while skipping out on all the gruesome details seemed to do a toll on the team, so they decided to let it slide for now.

Matsukawa snapped out of the trance first, much to Iwaizumi’s dismay. Not like he’d ever admit it, though. The blocker crept up behind Oikawa, patting his back and sitting down next to him. “Good job, Oika.” Oikawa turned to him, giving the latter a small smile in thanks.

“Wait, Oikawa-san.. Did you parents really..?” Kunimi shivered, hoping it wasn’t true. His face fell when Oikawa nodded, confirming his suspicions. “O-oh my god.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry if anything I said disturbed you. It’s just how everything went,” Oikawa admitted. “Now, let’s all stop being sad and sappy, I want to see all the little get-well-soon gifts you all brought!”

A cheer erupted from the lungs of the team, and they placed all the packages and bags in a little pile in front of Oikawa, scooting closer to see his reaction once he opened the presents.

Oikawa giggled. “Ooh, I feel like it’s my birthday. It’s not often when my team treats me with cute little presents~!” He grabbed a present with pastel-peach color wrapping on it, which earned a little squawk from Kyōtani. Oikawa smirked. Ah, so this is his. The setter peeled back the tape made to keep the wrapping paper together, not wanting to ruin the beautiful handiwork, and pulled out a little Amazon box.

Digging through the confetti that was hastily stuffed in the cardboard, he pulled out a white knee brace, identical to the one he had on now. Kyōtani cleared his throat. “Uh, I noticed.. that your knee brace was getting old, so I bought you a new one. It’s.. It’s kind of.. basic, but I thought you would like it.”

Grinning, Oikawa ripped off his old brace, took off his shoe, and carefully fitted the new brace to accommodate his knee, flexing the muscle a little bit and smiling at his teammate. “Thank you, Mad Dog-Chan. This is really thoughtful.” He said, earning a grunt in response. Clapping his hands together, he grinned. “Alright, next gift!”

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Oikawa really was spoiled. So far, he had gotten a star-sign book from Kindaichi, gift-cards for his favorite café from Yahaba, a build-it-yourself gaming-setup from Kunimi, who had actually admitted to stealing his mom’s credit card to afford it and snuck it in school, and the knee brace from Kyōtani. The only gifts he had left were from Mattsun, Makki, and Iwa-Chan, and part of him wasn’t really eager to open the first two’s gifts.

But, oh well, right?

He sighed, tearing through the wrapping this time, getting yet another Amazon box with a large smiley face drawn on the top in sharpie. Matsukawa snickered at the sight, so it just had to be his.

Oikawa took the little knife he was using to open the other presents and gently sliced the clear packaging tape, lifting the flaps and sighing once he saw what was inside. He pulled out a spray bottle of.. fake spray tan?

That was the breaking straw for Hanamaki and Matsukawa. They burst out laughing, holding their stomachs and hitting their knees. Oikawa deadpanned, glaring at the two boys. “What made you think this was a nice gift for your dear Oikawa-san?”

They shivered at their captain’s tone, but still kept the goofy grins on their faces. “Well, remember that time we went to the beach, and you, like, burnt to a crisp?”

“That was one time!” Oikawa stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. “And I forgot sunscreen, and Iwa-Chan’s such a brute, he used his bottle all up!” Of course, that had only made the two laugh even harder. He sighed, nudging the second present closer to him. Based off the rough packaging, it had to be Iwaizumi’s handiwork. The wrapper paper was a teal color, with a white ribbon, the same colors as Seijoh’s uniforms.

He untied the ribbon, unfolded the paper and was finally greeted with a box that wasn’t from Amazon. It was kind of like those decorative cake boxes, with the lid unsealed so you could lift it up and look at the yummy dessert inside. Oikawa lifted the flap and let out a tiny gasp. There were a bunch of little trinkets inside- little bead bracelets, a mini time-capsule kit, ramune soda, a CD, new cologne, and a bunch of other things.

Excitement taking over his body, Oikawa took out each of the items and set them next to each other. He was smiling so much, his face hurt. “Iwa-Chan, these are so cute!”

Iwaizumi sputtered, pink dust painting his cheeks. “What makes you think that’s mine?”

“Only you would be so thoughtful and get me these things, Iwa~!” Oikawa sang, giving Iwaizumi a little thumbs-up. “Thank you!”

“Just try the stuff out! Or not, I don’t care either way,” the ace replied, crossing his arms over his chest to calm his racing heart down. How that would have helped it, Iwaizumi had no idea.

Oikawa smiled in response, opening up the crate of ramune and handing a bottle to each of his teammates. “Alright, drink up! We have a little feast ahead of us!”

“Arigato!”

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“So, how’d you like the presents we got you?” Hanamaki asked. The rest of the team had already left the gym, and the four third-years were left to pack up everything in the oversized bags Matsukawa had brought along.

Oikawa grinned. “They were amazing! Did you all really plan this for me?”

Iwaizumi nodded. “Yeah, figured you needed a little pick-me-up. You haven’t been smiling recently, ever since we lost to Karasuno, so we decided to bring back that stupid smile of yours.”

“Aw, Iwa-Chan’s so thoughtful!” The setter giggled, flinging a hand to his mouth once he let out a little snort. He frowned at the noise that came from his throat, shaking his head slightly.

If anyone noticed that little movement, they said nothing.

A little tsk came from Iwaizumi’s direction. “Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and help us clean, so we can go home.”

“Got it, Iwa-Chan.”

Once everything was tidy and clean, the four of them walked out of the gym, stepping out into the sunset. The colors were vibrant and colorful- orange, purples, pinks and blues spliced together.

Makki threw his hands up in the air and stretched, a loopy smile on his face. “Ah. Now we can get home and relax.”

“Yeah. About time, too.” Mattsun stifled a yawn, slinging his arm around Oikawa. The latter flinched slightly at the touch- he had bruises all along his shoulders too- but the tingling pain went away after a couple of seconds. “Ready to go home, Oika?”

He nodded. “Yep~! I can’t wait to eat something, I’m starving.”

“You literally just ate.”

“That didn’t count!”

The two went on and bickered, Iwaizumi and Makki at their heels. Hanamaki glanced at his teammate and nudged his side. “Hey, Iwaizumi.”

“Hm?”

Makki looked at Oikawa, worry etching his facial features. His eyes glossed over a little, and he turned back to Iwaizumi. “You think he’ll be okay?”

Iwaizumi let out a shaky sigh, glancing at the back of the man in question. He was laughing at something Mattsun had said, a hand over his mouth, eyes closed. It was a beautiful sight, it was like he didn’t have a care in the world, and he was just living in the now. “Yeah. He’ll be okay.” Turning back to Hanamaki, he nodded in reassurance. “He’s our captain. The strongest one out of all of us. Why wouldn’t he be?”

The corners of Makki’s lips turned upwards slightly, like he was trying to smile, but didn’t want to contribute to the urge. “Yeah. He’ll be okay.” He repeated, wiping at his eyes. “He’ll be okay.”

“Hey!” The two snapped up at the sudden break in the comfortable silence they had formed and met Oikawa’s eyes. “We’re going to the park, is that okay?”

They nodded. “Yeah. That’s fine.”

Oikawa grinned, slowing down a few steps and shoving at Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “Alright, race you!”

Before Iwaizumi even had the chance to react, he was already bolting away, his laughter a song flowing through the air. Matsukawa followed him, his voice mixing with Oikawa’s like in a duet. Hanamaki and Iwaizumi turned to each other, all the worries they had before wiped clean out of their heads.

“Yeah, he’ll be okay.”

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What about a Yandere Luna Lovegood with a no-nonsense s/o? "Luna, how'd you know he was even talking to me?" "Oh, the nargles told me... They're quite ugly around him, seem to take after their owner..." "Luna... You've used nargles as an excuse to threaten seven people by now. It's getting old."

(I love this. Why have I never thought of this?)

You can’t really blame her. Well, you can, and you do, but you can at least understand how things escalated: She was lonely, and you were polite. “Kind”, as she put it, but you think “polite” is a more impartial assessment.

When you first overheard the other students making fun of her, you defended her. But of course you did; they were being ridiculous and ruining the learning environment noticeably more than her weirdness ever did. And when they were gone, you exchanged a few polite words with her and carried on.

And she carried on with you.

You didn’t mind. You were glad to be of help, keeping the bullies away. At any rate, she really wasn’t nearly as annoying as people made her out to be; her airy, unobtrusive presence was honestly enjoyable. And it was sort of flattering to have someone rush to walk at your side; someone eager to keep up with you even in the busy hallways, catching onto your robe at times; someone who ate faster when she saw you were almost done (even though at this point you always waited for her to finish her meal before leaving the Great Hall).

Maybe you were a little lonely, too.

Eventually, you started conversing with one another, when the two of you were in the Library or at meals. You were somewhat impressed by the fact that, despite her whimsical demeanor, she had quite a candid streak when it came to conversation. Frank, even. She was easy to talk to. Not just easy- rewarding. Everything you said to her came with positive reinforcement. You could ask her if she understood the Charms assignment, and she would smile as if your words had singlehandedly uninvented sadness.

Uncharacteristically, it took you a while to notice something that didn’t quite make sense:

“How do you find me after all of my classes?” you asked her one day. Not all of your classes were taken with her, but still she always managed to walk with you between them.

She smiled absently and hummed a one-note song. “The nargles tell me where you are all the time.”

“Nargles, Luna?”

“Oh, yes.” Her eyes were on her hands, which were tracing invisible patterns on the table in front of her. Normally, when nargles (or whatever other creatures) came into conversation, she made direct eye contact, her tone earnest and excited. This distractedness bordering on evasion was new.

“I don’t believe you,” you said straightforwardly.

She sighed. “Most people don’t. That’s okay though.”

“You know what I mean; I’m not saying that I don’t believe nargles are real-”

“But you don’t, though.”

“I have no opinion on the subject. I’m saying that I don’t believe you’re telling the truth about how you find me.”

She smiled brightly, and now her eyes met yours. “You don’t have to believe me. You’re already the best friend I’ve ever had; trusting me might just gild the lily and make me too happy. And then where would we be?”

You were not inclined to continue the conversation.

Luna just seemed elated that you hadn’t rejected the title “friend”.

It was fine being Luna’s friend, although you worried it had adverse effects on your ability to socialize with other people. You joined a club for one of your interests, just to feel like you regularly spoke to someone other than her, which was apparently not the best of moves.

One day, Luna trotted up to you with a serene expression. “I have a gift for you,” she said.

“What is it?” If you were slightly wary, it was only because of course you were.

She held up a handful of brown hair. “I found this.”

“Found it where?”

“The nargles gave it to me. They said it’s from a boy called Orville…or Oswald…or Orson…something like that…And they said he won’t be going to your club meetings anymore.”

You were sure your expression was a delightful mix of stern, exasperated, and horrified. After two full seconds, you blinked, and the first thing you said was, “Do not give me human hair!”

“Alright.” She threw the ball of hair over her shoulder. “Just as well; I don’t think he washed it very thoroughly. Although they say the more hair you keep, the more whizmurgoblins you attract; that’s why I keep mine so long-”

“Luna,” you interrupted. “What happened to Osmond?”

“Oh, that was his name! Normally I’m not nearly that close.”

“Luna.”

“I told you, it was the nargles. You can ask again, but I’ll say the same thing. I’ve read that friends often have the same conversations over again, so maybe it could be fun.”

(You try to ask Osmond what happened, but he avoids you like the plague, and all of his friends either seem confused or give you dirty looks.)

Next time, she skipped up to you with a handful of short, pale sticks. “Another gift from the nargles!” she announced cheerfully.

“Merlin’s trousers, Luna. What are those?”

“Kimberly Penhallow’s finger bones; apparently she’s in the Hospital Wing regrowing them. And she’s quit the club as well. The nargles told me.”

“The nargles told you.”

“Oh yes.”

“Luna, are you attacking my club members?”

“I think the nargles might be. They’re awfully territorial, you know. But a lot of things are. When you value something or someone quite a lot, it makes sense to want them to be just yours.” (You suddenly recalled how your table-mate at Potions had up and moved tables one day for seemingly no reason. You didn’t even have Potions at the same time as Luna; how did she know?) “Especially when everyone else takes them for granted. Watching people fail to appreciate someone- or something -truly magnificent can be upsetting, I imagine.” She slipped her arm around yours to keep from being parted by the crowd. “But I don’t always know what the nargles are thinking.”

You didn’t shake her off, but you sighed. “Do not give me human bones,” you said.

Luna tossed the bones over her shoulder. Looking back, you saw that they had landed inside a passing student’s bag. “No more hair, no more bones.”

“Or blood or organs,” you added, because if she ambled up to you tomorrow and handed you eyeballs, you were going to be studying at Beauxbatons next year.

“No hair, bones, blood, or organs. Anything else?”

“I don’t know.”

The two of you exited into the bright sunlight of the Clock Tower Courtyard, now. The area wasn’t as densely populated, but Luna still walked as close to you as if it was. As if she might lose you.

“Can I tell you that I love you?” she asked lightly.

“No,” you said, because this was such a mad situation and she was still holding onto your arm.

“Okay,” was her easy reply.

Once you had had a night’s sleep and processed the facts of the matter, you were more exasperated than anything.

“I’ve quit the club,” you snapped at her, unprompted, the next day. “Alright?”

“I’ll have to tell the nargles,” she said, with an adoring smile. “Hopefully, I get to them in time; I already found three of Gregory Brown’s fingernails, and I suspect they’re behind it.” She held out the fingernails in her palm, looking almost as if she hoped you would be proud of her. Oh Merlin, they weren’t just clippings.

“Are fingernails not made from skin, Luna? Skin is an organ. I said no organs.”

“As a bodily structure, they’re more analogous to horns or hooves than anything. You don’t want nails either?”

You ran a hand over your face. “Why have I not reported you to Flitwick?”

“Because my attention makes you feel good about yourself, and you’ve gotten used to that.”

“You’ve been manipulating me.”

“You say ‘manipulating’ like it’s a bad thing, but the term itself is neutral. I take care of you, is all. Like you take care of me. We need each other.” She did a spin as the two of you descended a great grassy hill on the school grounds. Her face upturned to look at the sky and clouds for a second, but then her gaze returned to you as if she couldn’t help herself. She erased the distance that had been made between the two of you by her spin, both of her hands going to grip your robes even though this was the grounds and there was nobody within ten meters of either of you.

You sat by the water and did your Herbology homework: Write down ten species of plant found by the Black Lake. She wove weeds into your hair as you worked, then around your ankle, then your wrist. You glanced up from your writing, once, and saw that her lips were moving.

“Are you casting something?”

“Just talking to the nargles,” she soothed. “You can finish your work.”

Against your better judgement, you did, (in lieu of pursuing the topic) and once you were able to set your work aside, you leaned back and took in the lovely day.

Surprisingly, Luna did not lean back, but rather remained upright and cross-legged, at most seeming to take this new angle as an opportunity to stare at you full-on. Does she ever blink?

“Can I tell you that I love you?” she asked again.

“No,” you told her once more.

She seemed to ponder this, shifting position to sit on her heels. “I want to make you feel good things,” she said. “Being with you makes me feel really good, and sometimes it seems like I can never make you feel as good as you make me feel.” She finally lowered herself to the grass, then, on her stomach instead of her back, and she was resting along your side but still staring up into your face. Her nose was enfolded in your robes, and you had a suspicion that she was deliberately smelling you. “Tell me how to make you feel good things, and I’ll do it.”

For some reason, despite her unaggressive manner of speaking, this felt like a challenge; as if this was your one chance to prove that you knew what you wanted. As if your response now determined whether or not you would keep the already-tenuous control you had over her horrifying actions.

“Stop attacking people,” you said straightforwardly. “I would feel better if you didn’t do that anymore.”

She sighed, as if disappointed by your response, which did not bode well. “I don’t think you’re being quite honest with yourself, but I will talk to the nargles about it.”

“Luna, just put a stop to it. For me, alright? Could you do it for me?”

She sat up, and her eyes were wide and so focused that you felt pinned like a butterfly. “I could do anything for you,” she said, her hands going to frame your face and her thumbs massaging your temples. She sat down on your chest and leaned her face a bit closer to yours, but not yet intimately close. “Maybe sometimes it will be what you need instead of what you want, but I’d do anything for you.”

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