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haitabetai · 9 months

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#hololive #fuwamoco #korone #kedama korone #kedama

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chelseajackarmy · 3 months

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ikayaki4 · 2 months

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バナナ毛玉🧶🍌😿/banana cat🧶🍌😿

#hololive #猫又おかゆ #nekomata okayu #毛玉 #kedama #絵かゆ

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and-ydrawss · 4 months

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Merry Christmas! 🫶🫶🫶

#given #given anime #given manga #mafuyu sato #uenoyama ritsuka #uenoyama x mafuyu #uenoyama given #mafuyu given #kedama #christmas #given fanart #i love them so much #merry christmas

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the-chikyuu-times · 1 year

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#mafuyu sato #kedama #natsuki kizu #given #manga #illustration #art #artwork #official art

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oxnardsart · 7 months

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Yesterday was another pal's birthday too - Kedama the Mouse! :3 They (and them!) have been streaming Beat Saber on weekends, dancing to fun music and hangin' out, all while using their cute mouse model! Their model and character's evolved quite a bit recently too - the first few times I drew them, they only had a few details! So you may see this updated later to match their most up-to-date look~! :3 I've always meant to draw how cute they look streaming and dancing (I perhaps envisioned it naughtier than this~) and birthdays are a nice time to finaly do the things you've been meaning to for pals. nwn Squeak!

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#kedama #mouse #beat saber #streaming #dancing #butt #tail #rodent #nonbinary #happy birthday

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totallyexhausted · 1 month

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Posted before but posting again to remember to continue with this Given sickfic, along with the Given sickfic with kid Uenoyama and caring Haruki/ Kaji :) (Evil laugh)

If Uenoyama had known this is how his day would have turned out, he would have just stayed home. Being at his house, his sister and father gone for the weekend, would have been better than his current situation. And less embarrassing. Humiliating.

It started out as a headache, a small annoying ache across the bridge of his nose and behind his eyes as he waved to his father as they pulled out on the street, leaving him behind so he could go to school and practice with his band… and spend time with his boyfriend. His stomach had followed later that evening, making the noodles his sister had prepared ahead of time, difficult to eat. He thought all he needed was rest. After all, Given had been practicing like hell lately to prepare for their next gig, and school exams were coming up, so sleep was getting hard to come by.

By Friday morning as Uenoyama begrudgingly walked through the gates of his school, smiling towards Mafuyu as the red-head made his way towards him, the 17-year-old realized, that might not have been the case. Despite getting a few decent hours of uninterrupted sleep and choking down a few Aspirin, along with whatever the hell his sister had left out for him for breakfast, his headache had worsened and his stomach even more so.

All-in-all, his day hadn’t gone great. But things went from bad to worse after classes ended, and he followed Mafuyu back to his apartment to practice and hang out. They hadn’t spent a whole lot of time together outside of rehearsal, even less as just the two of them. Working several jobs a week made alone time rare. Never mind the stress from school didn’t help, so the Friday hang out/ date night was something they both were looking forward to. And something Uenoyama really didn’t want to cancel.

However, had he known this is where he’d end up, he’d have canceled in a heartbeat. Because cancelling, staying in a quiet lonely house for the weekend, would have been better than this. Preferred even. Given his current situation.

Instead, the 17-year-old found himself hunched over the toilet, puking his guts out for what had to be the fourth time, in Mafuyu’s cramped bathroom while his boyfriend hovered over him. He wasn’t entirely sure when things took a turn. One minute him and Mafuyu were tuning their guitars and joking with each other; the next, he’s vomiting up the tea the younger had offered when they got there.

“Uenoyama?”

Mafuyu’s concerned voice hit his ears as the 17-year-old leaned his sweaty forehead against his arm on the rim of the toilet. He swallowed thickly as Mafuyu’s hand trailed gently up his back, pulling some hair away from his face. He closed his eyes, soft fingers carding through greasy sweaty locks. This. Sucked. So. Fucking. Much.

He didn’t want to look at Mafuyu. Not right now. Not like this. He always tried so hard to be cool in front of his boyfriend. To appear tough. Hell, the only other people outside of his family who’d seen him sick like this, was Haruki and Kaji (a memory Uenoyama barely recalled as he’d been 14 and had one hell of a fever.) But right now, Mafuyu’s normally comforting grasp was nothing more than a reminder of his current situation. Not only had he thrown up in front of the younger several times within the past two hours, but he probably looked just as bad as he felt.

Sweat plastered to him roughly as his hair matted against flushed skin. His head hurt more than anything, making his stomach even more nauseous and hard to keep down the water his boyfriend had offered him several times. Honestly, Uenoyama would chalk this up to a migraine, something he hadn’t had since he was a kid, except for the fact that he was shivering, sweat soaking his shirt, making it cling to his back and chest uncomfortably. So, he had a fever too, which was uncommon with the headaches he’d sometimes get. All-in-all, he probably had some stomach bug that’d been going around school. And instead of staying home like he’d planned, he forced himself to school, to see Mafuyu, trying to be a good son and boyfriend. An almost laughable cosmic result to his efforts. He really should have just stayed home. Because being alone and miserable was better than being this vulnerable, this uncool, this pathetic, and miserable.

Mafuyu hummed lowly, his fingers brushing against Uenoyama’s sweaty cheek as the ladder groaned, pulling himself back over the toilet. Uenoyama clenched his eyes, saliva building in his mouth as his stomach cramped. Part of him wanted to curl up against his boyfriend, giving in to his soft grip, letting himself be cared for – let himself be weak. Part of him wanted Mafuyu to hold him, to soothe all the shit that his body was trying to force to the surface through fevered skin, a spinning head, and nauseous stomach.

Another part of him wanted to tell Mafuyu to leave. To go back to his room, to leave him alone to wallow in his own misery until he found enough of his footing to make it to the train station, to make it home. It wasn’t that his boyfriend had done anything wrong; hell, he’d been glued to him since Uenoyama unceremoniously sprinted to the bathroom after trying his best to shove his guitar as gently as possible away from his twisting stomach. If anything, the amount of attention he was being showered with was almost addicting, the comfort he wanted so badly to give into… it was embarrassing really.

But that wasn’t his style. He didn’t like showing weakness. But right now, weakness was all he fucking had. To make matters worse, he couldn’t look any weaker if he tried. He couldn’t keep anything down, and the fever was making it harder to concentrate, to hold himself up, to breathe properly. Never mind the fact that he’d been cramped in the bathroom, vomiting for the last two hours, in front of his boyfriend… in front of the person he’d just been making out with. The person he’d been intimate with, who-

The 17-year-old lurched, coughing up the pitiful amount of water he’d choked down not even twenty minutes ago as Mafuyu adjusted his grasp, shushing him gently. In the hallway, Kedama yipped, spinning slightly before sitting down, and Uenoyama gagged roughly, his boyfriend’s hand gently trailing up and down his sweat-soaked shirt...

#sickfic #given #anime #manga #yayoi uenoyama #uenoyama x mafuyu #uenoyama ritsuka #mafuyu sato #haruki nakayama #kaji akihiko #kid uenoyama #yuki tsunoda #is that his name?#kedama

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eludesu · 2 years

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