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ladyrijus · 10 months

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TOTK where everything is more or less the same except the dragon tears are as giant as the springs that Zelda went to, and Link has to wade through them to experience the vision. On top of that, after he sees the vision in full, he can relive that vision for as long as he stays in those tears.

Now, the reason why I want that is because I want to see Link witness the final memory and turn numb with denial and guilt and grief. It should not have surprised him the way it did; he knew in the previous memories she had planned to do it. But there were still more geoglyphs to search, still more time and hope for her to realize there was a different way, a better one that didn't ask her of so much.

He was wrong, of course. Destinies like theirs were never so generous.

Imagine that he appears expressionless, a stark contrast to his more emotional nature that has come out during gameplay. And yet his eyes are noticeably glazed over and he's frozen to the bed of the spring. The sages watch him through their vows, knowing this to be the last memory, and they feel it, immediately, that something is wrong. They desperately try to talk through their avatars, much to the surprise of their loved ones.

"Link? Link, snap out of it!"

He hears nothing.

And so the scene parallels to the off-screen moment Urbosa had with Zelda -- a careful Sidon wills his avatar to carry Link away from the cursed waters, and is pained when he's met with vehement resistance. Why would his wonderful friend drag himself back there, when whatever he saw tore his heart and shattered his soul? It wasn't good for him, to deal with grief in such a poisonous manner.

But for Link, he would weather the heartbreak in watching that bright, curious, ambitious girl sacrifice everything that made her who she was infinitely if it meant he could commit her face to memory. The Sheikah Slate that he took pictures of her with had been dismantled, and the Purah Pad contains no recollection of Zelda. He would watch his princess lose herself, over and over again, in that damned tear, than forget what she looked like.

He couldn't do that to her. Not again.

In the meantime, Tulin, Riju, and Yunobo have created a circle around him together, blocking the hero from hurting himself any further.

By this point, Link's expression is wavering, brows furrowed and lips pressed to a thin line. They don't get it, do they? All of the closest friends he had from an era past are gone; yes, Impa, Purah and Robbie are still alive, and they belong to that era too, but they didn't know him like the Champions did. Like Zelda did. She fought for him in death as much as he fought for her in life, and now he lost her too.

He finally collapses to the ground, shaking, and cries.

He had one job: Protect the princess. And he failed her. Twice.

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seven-tastic · 1 year

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#artblock hit me so heres that type of random nxx doodles #therapy session yeaaaah #marius n luke knowingly avoiding eye contact bc they know they need it more than anyone else #its probably gonna end with them watching a movie to cheer up the ambience #and some popcorn #and a long rant analysis from artem #in which marius will nap #tears of themis #artem wing #vyn richter #luke pearce #qiangwei #marius von hagen

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finngualart · 5 months

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Gáttir allar áður gangi fram um skoðast skyli, um skyggnast skyli, því að óvíst er að vita hvar óvinir sitja á fleti fyrir.

At every door-way, ere one enters, one should spy round, one should pry round for uncertain is the witting that there be no foeman sitting, within, before one on the floor

#norse gods #norse mythology #odin #loki #hávamál #kingcholera dropped some gorgeous poses on patreon and i couldn't resist this one #i looked into the origin of the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe today thinking it couldnt be these myths #and that it was probably a much newer invention #but no #many sources cited the death of baldur and frigg going around asking oaths of all things #and her tears for her son turning to berries on the plant #how lovely #i hope your end of year festivities will be warm and wonderful #without any broken oaths and foemen and bloodshed etc

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syringaledraws · 10 months

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🎶 Finding a place to feel at home,

You are not alone

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TWEWY FANDOM 🥳✨💕

#twewy #ntwewy #neo twewy #the world ends with you #neo the world ends with you #joshua kiryu #yoshiya kiryu #neku sakuraba #shiki misaki #rhyme bito #daisukenojo bito #beat bito #my art #not pictured: josh very quietly breaking into tears moments later bc he haven't felt this much affection in years probably

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iamhereinthebg · 1 month

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I will never be over the fact that tbhk really takes place in 2015

We know that AidaIro published the first chapter in December 2014

The Yugi Twins were in the 66th Festival in 1968 and the curent present have the 113th Festival.

On this panel, it's written that the 1st of September was a Tuesday. The closest years to the manga airing having this date being either 2009 or 2015.

Bonus:

Which means: the 1st year (Aoi, Akane, Nene) were born in 1999, Teru in 1998 and Kou and Mitsuba in 2000.

#toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #that's a mini stuff but my timeline heart lover is happy #I fcking hate tbhk bc their timeline is a mess #makes no sense and It makes me wanna cry #Teru and Akane's meeting make no sense (probably just errors during the creation of the panels #so it's fair) but it stresses me out sm #yashiro nene #aoi akane #akane aoi #they are born the same year as me I am in tears help #they are ten times younger than me in my head #we knew it was probably either 2014 or 2015 but lil hints are always fun #since I had a big lost of interest in the festival arc (and I don't like the Yugi twins backstory) I didn't connect the dots help #I did with the date :'))#2015 really explain Teru's horrible fashion sense #but in the end the manga has tons of anachronisms but it's normal the date is not that important #it's just funny #the last image is badly edited and translated bc it's in french at first idk why I couldn't find an english website with this

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faytelumos · 1 year

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Rescue

I have absolutely no idea why I hadn't planned on posting this.

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Hero closed the fridge door again, empty-handed. Their options were meager and time-consuming, and they didn't have the energy tonight.

They limped to the cupboard and opened it, their eyes falling to the crackers. They pulled out the box, and it felt like they were on their last sleeve. They… could probably hold off. It was late enough by now they could just go to bed. They could save the crackers for breakfast. If they combined it with a coffee, they could probably make it through to the afternoon.

They set the crackers back in the cabinet and closed the door. They flicked off the lights as they hobbled past, keeping a hand along the wall for stability and guidance. Their stomach growled despondently, and they limped into their room. Falling into bed was a relief, and they were exhausted enough to fall asleep within half an hour.

Their front door opened.

Hero flinched awake, heart pounding, ears straining. Was it a dream? Were they imagining—

Someone was moving in their living room. In their kitchen.

Hero slowly got out of bed, trembling, breathing hard. They strained, avoiding putting their weight on their bad leg, and did their best to sneak to the door. They turned the handle carefully as the intruder opened their fridge. Ha, were they only here to steal groceries? Then they came to the wrong apartment.

The light was on in the kitchen. Hero braced a hand on the door, moving slowly, deliberately. Closer, quietly, so they could see the open fridge door—

Villain turned away from the fridge, grabbed a jug of milk off of the floor, and turned to put it in the fridge.

Hero stared as Villain packed eggs and ground beef and a head of lettuce and a bunch of carrots into the fridge. They looked to the front door, which was again closed, to the doorframe that looked perfectly intact. They looked to the grocery bags, to the meat and vegetables on the counter, next to the stove.

"Are you going to keep hiding like a shadow?" Villain asked, closing the fridge and putting away pasta and rice and condiments. Hero hesitated before limping into the light.

"What are you doing here?" Hero said lowly. They tried their best to stand upright, to be threatening. If the organization knew they'd let Villain into their home, there'd be hell to pay.

Villain paused, then looked over their shoulder at Hero.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" They shook their head, turning back to the cupboards. "Get off that ankle." Hero bristled.

"Get out of my house," they threatened. Villain wiggled their fingers and ooed mockingly.

"Oh, my, I'd better not cross the starving, injured, sleep-deprived Hero." They packed away a loaf of bread. "I'd be in for a real thrashing."

"I mean it!"

Villain closed the cabinet door sharply, looking directly at Hero. Hero flinched at the sharp sound and movement.

"Sit. Down."

"Make me," Hero whispered. They knew they weren't good for a fight right now, but if they didn't try—

Villain marched straight for them. Hero took up a modified stance, keeping their weight off of their bad leg, and when Villain got to them they struck. Villain deflected the blow with ease and then grabbed Hero sharply by the ear.

"Ow! Ow!"

"Shut up."

Villain pushed them back into a chair, then went for the stove. They turned on the heat and drizzled some oil Hero didn't own into a pan. Hero watched, a little mesmerized, as Villain started cutting up an onion. They did something weird, not cutting it all the way through on one side, and they didn't so much as sniffle as they chopped it up into little pieces. Then they dumped it into the pan, and Hero listened to it sizzle as Villain got started on a tomato.

"What are you doing?" Hero asked again. Villain barely spared a look over their shoulder.

"I'm making you something to eat." Hero blinked, breathing deeper around the tension in their chest.

"W-why?" Villain dumped the diced tomato into the pan next, then grabbed some spices Hero had never seen before.

"Because you can't heal a sprained ankle on crackers and soda."

Hero looked down at the tabletop. Why was Villain doing this? Was this a ploy? It had to be a trick; they wanted something. If Hero ate this, they'd owe Villain.

"Whatever it is you want me to do, I won't," they rasped.

"You mean eat a proper fucking meal?" Villain said smartly without turning. They stirred the veggies Oh, jeez, it already smelled great.

"This is a trick," Hero whispered.

"The only trick is getting the horse to drink water," Villain replied. Hero's stomach growled loudly at that moment. There was barely anything in the pan and it already smelled amazing.

"I, you can't fool me," Hero tried weakly. "I'm, you can't just buy me with food." Villain laughed, throwing their head back slightly as they did.

"Oh, baby," Villain chuckled, looking to Hero in the weak light, "even if you were right, you'd be wrong." They just kept chuckling, and Hero watched as they opened up a package of ground beef.

Hero watched, once again hypnotized by the sight of Villain's cooking. They added in the meat and continued to stir intermittently, adding more spices and smelling the pan along the way. The kitchen was soon full of the warm, mouth-watering scent of it, and Hero's stomach growled desperately.

There was a catch. There had to be a catch. Six hours ago, Villain was dancing around Hero like they were a mere pest. The fight had been over almost before it started, and Villain had walked all over them. And now they were here, in the middle of the night, chopping cilantro on their counter.

But, God, it smelled so good. And Hero was so hungry. When was the last time they'd had a proper meal? With more than two food groups?

"What do you want?" Hero rasped. "For the food?"

"I want you to stop asking me stupid questions." Hero shut their mouth, watching the quick way Villain roughly cut the greens. They were more precise with the lettuce next, and then they stirred the pan again before producing taco shells and warming them in the steam from the meat. A moment later, they opened a bag of shredded cheese.

Hero sat silently as Villain flicked off the heat and scooped the meat into the shells. They sprinkled on some cheese and cilantro and a more generous amount of lettuce, producing four tacos in quick succession. They set them down, dug a plate out from a cupboard, and then Hero was looking at four hot, loaded tacos right in front of them.

They didn't spare another thought to the cost, lifting up the first carefully. They took a bite, mindful of the loose way it was all packed.

It was amazing. Warm and just barely spicy and crisp and soft and crunchy and —

Hero took another bite, and another. They were halfway into the second when Villain sat down before them.

"At least someone appreciates my cooking," Villain grumbled. Hero slowed down, the reality coming back to them now. They swallowed what they had and put the taco back down, and Villain's sharp eyes snapped to their face. "If you ask me one more time what I want from you, I'm going to strangle you," they growled.

Hero snapped their mouth shut again.

"I don't want anything from you," Villain growled. "You need someone to take care of you. Because the people who employ you clearly don't." Hero frowned.

"They're good to me."

"Then why did they let you fight me on a sprained ankle?" Hero opened their mouth to mention the shortage of heroes lately. "Why do they continue to postpone your weigh-ins?" Hero faltered. How did Villain even know about that? "Why do they pay you in peanuts?" Hero gritted their teeth. "Why don't they send someone to check on you? To make sure you're okay? Why don't they have you in therapy?"

Hero looked down, their vision. They didn't know how to ask for a raise. And they'd called to see a therapist so many times. But nobody cared. Nobody ever took the time to care.

Hero sniffled, reaching up and covering their face. Villain shifted, and then Hero was being pulled into a tight hug.

"You're worth more than this," Villain hissed, their arms wrapped around Hero's head. "You don't deserve this. I can see it wearing you down."

Hero gritted their teeth, fighting the tears, but their throat was beyond sore now, and they sniffed and shook in Villain's tight hold.

"All I want," Villain rumbled, "is for you to get what you deserve. Because it's not those shit stains at the organization."

Hero whimpered softly, losing the fight with their tears. Villain let go and knelt down, and they wiped away Hero's tears with both hands as Hero sat and shook and sniffled pathetically. Villain looked over their face, hands on their cheeks, and Hero closed their eyes as Villain leaned in, kissing their forehead firmly.

"I meant it when I said I'm not fighting you anymore," Villain said against their skin. "I can't keep facing someone who doesn't deserve my wrath." They kissed Hero again, firmer this time, and Hero put their hands over Villain's. Villain pulled back, wiping at another tear. "Now eat your damned food," they whispered.

Hero nodded, sniffing, and slowly turned to their plate again. They continued to eat through the threat of tears, sniffing and struggling to swallow past the lump in their throat.

It was the best food they'd ever had.

#Fayte writes #hero and villain #hero x villain #writeblr #writing #tacos #I probably decided I didn't achieve the feeling I was going for #which is eating with a face packed full of emotion #because I've eaten through tears before and it's definitely a whole thing #but I still think this is good enough to share #even if it didn't actually end up being as good as I wanted #barely edited #caretaker villain

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hextechmaturgy · 2 months

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oooh, clove's shaping up to be such an interesting character. i really like their concept. the immortal who actively chooses to come back to life every time they die. when you think about it, it's so beautiful and peaceful in that limbo they go to in death, where they're weightless in a sea of glimmering butterflies... it would be easier to stay there, to free yourself from hardships and responsibility, but clove chooses the hard fights instead. they make an effort each time to escape the bubble of dreams where they would've been able to take a break at last, and in game you can make that choice too! do I accept my death here or do I dare to try new things? it could help my team. it's just so clever and SO sweet. immortality is often written into stories as a curse (that probably is what immortality is for omen/what united them in the first place), but for clove it's more of a choice? a boon they can share with others or keep all to themself, and they never, ever choose the latter. i love that for 'em. i wonder what it would take.

#valorant #clove #clove (valorant)#this makes losing a round with clove on your team depressing. you probably just wiffed ur shots or ur ult wasn't up #but the in canon implication is that clove decided to end it all 💀#OH ALSO! THE FACT THAT THEY TOLD REYNA SHE COULD TAKE THEIR LIFE ESSENCE FOR LITTLE LUCIA #tears!!!!

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stellaluna33 · 3 months

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I went with Cléo de Mérode in the end. It felt right.

I would have wanted the bun a little higher, but I've never tried to recreate this style before, half my hairpins were missing, and I didn't have much time, so I'll call it a win! I had a wonderful time. 😊

#Costuming #Belle Époque ball gown #Art Nouveau #The ballet was beautiful too #I teared up at the end so maybe it's for the best that I ran out of time to do any eyeliner haha #(probably more period appropriate anyway... But sometimes Cléo lined her eyes with kohl so I was going to try it haha)

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skylarbee · 7 months

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you can poke your head behind the mountain peak, don't have to mean that you've gone into hiding

#you can't see it but you know alex is smiling like a fool #well probably both of them are really #I'm still feeling so emotional after yesterday #i don't mind us not getting more than this #i don't mind them hugging in the dark #it just shows that they don't have to put their love on display and brag about it to everyone else #they can just show each other and that's enough #that's what love is about no?#they're not hiding they're just not shoving it in everyone's faces #(they know we know anyways)#if you look up the definition of true love their name will pop up #“we've gone through a lot together” miles said in a recent interview and it could've made me sad because it includes the hard times too #but it's precisely because of the hard times and not letting those beat them and tear them apart is why they're still here #and still thriving and loving each other and being best friends #they really said “we're gonna fight everything that comes our way and we're still gonna hold each other's hands at the end of it”#aaaaaand I'm crying #don't ever doubt their love guys #miles kane #alex turner #milex #arctic monkeys #the car tour #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #505 #body paint

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illarian-rambling · 3 months

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Question for the writers out there: Who would your protag be if they went down their darkest timeline? (Assuming they aren't already in their darkest timeline, in which case, who would they be if things were better?)

#Twenari and Sepo would be rivals tearing apart the Janazi sea with their pirate vs siren battles #Djek would become an assassin I think #Izjik would end the world #Astra would be a perfect reflection of Vermir and Mashal would probably try to kill her #Ivander would just work at a bank that's his darkest timelime #writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs

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osamusriceballs · 4 months

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The Accident - Part XVII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Making out

Words: 1,5 k

About: Back to Onigiri Miya <3

Part I II -> Next Part

"Finally. Took ya long enough."

Osamu rolls his eyes when you both enter the shop. You apologetically smile and wave while uttering a greeting. "Hey, Osamu. Sorry for being late." Atsumu grins widely, simply ignoring Osamu's comment while you both move to the counter, where Osamu is working. You notice that he looks a bit tired after moving closer, the bags under his eyes proof that he probably only slept a few hours before he had to open up the shop again. Yet, he still professionally forms Onigiri with his hands, everything looking as flawless and clean as the last time you had been there.

Osamu finally looks up to you both when you reach him and suddenly raises his brows when he sees how tightly your hand is held by Atsumu's. His mouth opens slightly, as if to comment on it, but he closes it silently without saying anything before he diverts his attention back to the Onigiri in his hands, now with a small smile adorning his lips. Your face warms up and you mentally thank every deity for making Osamu the more tactful and considerate twin. You're quite certain that Atsumu would have commented on that, if he had been in Osamu's place. Such a tease.

You clear your throat and let go of Atsumu's hand, but his grip around yours is so tight that it doesn't make any visible difference. "Samu, I'm starvin'—could eat the whole menu today. Gimme that please." Atsumu points towards the filled plate in front of Osamu, who just groans as a response and rolls his eyes. "Yer only here for five seconds and I already wanna kick ya out."

You blink in surprise when Osamu simply pushes the plate towards Atsumu and then turns around to open the fridge. "I prepared somethin' for ya. Take it before I change my mind." He hands you another plate with dishes that you remember from the last time you had been there, and you hastily pull your hand out of Atsumu's death grip to take it. "That's—amazing! Thank you." Your stomach clenches at the sight of the food, and you become painfully aware of the fact that you haven't eaten anything since last night, and it's around 4 pm at this point.

"I'll make sure to tag ya in an Instagram post, Samu." Atsumu grins and places one hand at the small of your back to direct you towards a free table. "Here." He quickly places his plate on the table and moves back to the counter. "I'll get us something to drink." You smile and nod while you try to calm yourself down. Your heart starts beating faster when you think about what has just happened with him in his apartment. How he had kissed you and held you. How he was laying on top of you and grinding against you- so needily and desperate. How your hands had been buried into his hair, desperate for him to deepen the kiss—and he did.

But it all came to an end when you had moaned against his lips, the sound so breathless and lewd that your eyes shot open—and he pulled away with a curse. "God, y/n. I can't—we shouldn't—gosh, fuck. I want you so badly." You could see his clenched jaw, his flushed cheeks, and feel the hardness in his pants without a doubt. You knew he wants to go further- but the wetness between your legs was also evidence of how much you wanted him, and you were quite certain that he could feel your warmth and wetness through his pants at this point. But you knew it's not right. Not now, not so shortly after all that.

You had taken a deep breath and then untangled your legs around his body. "It's probably for the best if we stop right now." You smiled a bit strained, your body wanting nothing more but to stay here forever and let him have his way with you, but your mind told you to slow down. You didn't want to ruin this by starting something like this too soon. He had simply nodded but still leaned down to press a longing kiss against your lips. You had melted into the feeling of his lips against yours and reached out for him, only to have him grab your wrists a little clumsily while he pulled back from the kiss and pinned your hands to the bed. Your eyes widened at your vulnerable position under him—and a throb of need rushed through your body.

His eyebrows shot up and his lips curled into a smug grin at your reaction. "Oh? Ya like that? Seems like we're in for a good time then." You swore you could have exploded any second, especially if he kept looking at you like that, and you simply released a shallow huff at his words. "Yer really testin' me here, wifey." He closed his eyes for a second and then pulled back. "Imma take a quick shower and then we can grab somethin' to eat at Samu's. Is that alright with ya?" You had simply nodded, too flustered to form words, and he pecked your cheek one last time before he headed to the bathroom.

After that, you wobbly made it to the other bathroom, quickly washing your face and getting dressed again, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you were this close to giving in and begging him to sleep with you. You have never felt like this with someone else; Atsumu just elicits feelings and actions from your body that you would never have thought were possible. He's a great kisser, and judging from the way he had been grinding his hips against yours, you were quite certain that he will be equally as good in bed. Your face had heated up again at the thought of sleeping with him, and you had quickly grabbed your stuff and go back to the bedroom. You both quickly took your things and made your way towards Onigiri Miya, but not without making out heavily in the elevator.

"Here ya go." Atsumu places two drinks on the table, and you get pulled out of your thoughts. You try to look calm and composed with a smile and thank him while he takes his seat, shortly admiring him in his simple, yet very attractive outfit. A white shirt and a pair of jeans—nothing special, but when Atsumu wears it, it just looks that appealing.

"Don't worry, these are alcohol-free. I'll stop drinking for a while for sure." He scratches the back of his head bashfully, and you laugh softly. "I figured so. But aren't you training like crazy now? Isn't it bad for you to drink anyway?"

A faint pink hue covers his cheeks at your words. "True that. I'm gonna stay away from alcohol for a long time." He shakes his head and then looks away. "Can't believe it's just a few more weeks till the Olympics. Time is running but- oh, let's start with the food already. Can't wait any longer, I'm sorry." He takes an Onigiri off his plate and eagerly digs in, and you're quick to join him, amused by his cute expression while he's chewing. He must have been starving for sure.

"I feel so much better already." He grins, and you nod while you eat a spoonful of your meal, enjoying the taste of fried rice. "Me too. I love Osamu's food." Atsumu nods and pretends to think for a second and then smugly grins. "Seems like yer fallin' for all the Miya's. We're a talented family after all."

"I'm not falling for all the Miyas!" You weakly protest, but the food could definitely make you consider Osamu as a possible partner. "Just kiddin'." He chuckles but suddenly yawns while he reaches for another Onigiri. "I'll drive ya home after that. I'm way too tired for anything more." He does look exhausted now. You don't know how he manages to even hold a proper conversation in his state, his eyes closing every few seconds before he almost violently pulls them open again.

"That's okay." You smile sympathetically and reach for your drink. He got your favorite, and you feel a sudden warmth running though your body at this realization. "I'm also exhausted after last night. But uhm..." You hesitantly fish for your phone and unlock it. "Do you maybe want to give me your new number?" You feel a faint blush creeping up your cheeks, but you're too afraid that you'll forget about it later- especially when he can barely keep his eyes open. "Oh? Sure." His eyes light up, and he quickly wipes his fingers on his tissue before he takes your phone. "Here ya go. I'll make sure to text ya every day."

"You don't have to text me every day." You snort but smile at the thought of always waking up to messages of Atsumu. "I will. Don't worry." Something about the way he says that makes you believe him, and break the intense eye contact when you take the phone with slightly shaky hands and look at the screen.

There it is, your new contact:

Husband

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