happy valentines day .... pegoryukita blast
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Akira: “Yusuke” [ he coos into his ear in a loving tone. Enough to lull him to sleep ]
Yusuke: [he laughs softly, accepting his embrace ] “yes akira?”
Akira: “. . .I love you”
Yusuke: “hm, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to say again, I love you too.”
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I read @xenosaurus “muse” today and let me tell you, I was so touched by it. I literally sobbed at how cute it was - And so I couldn’t help but get inspired to draw them and it’s only increased my love for this ship <3 they’re so perfect together :(
PS: I highly recommend you read it if you have the time! It’s on ao3 ★
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I really enjoy drawing them 25/8
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new in: local aroace dumbass doing a no romo persona 5 royal run complains about range of dateable characters: “it doesn’t make sense, you can date your teacher who is at least 10 years older than you at the age of 16/17, but you can’t date your male best friends or your rival. this is bullshit!” more at 11.
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“...Cut the bullshit, Joker. Or I’ll aim for your head next time,” Goro drawls from the other side of the hallway.
Akira’s lips part a bit, surprised to have been spotted when he had been so careful. But, he decides to reveal himself, stepping out from behind the wall with his hands above his head and a devilish smirk on his face.
“Gonna arrest me?” Akira asks playfully as he walks closer to Goro.
Goro doesn’t lower his gun. He keeps it raised, aimed at Akira’s chest. But, Akira advances anyway, stopping just a few feet away.
“As thrilling as that sounds, I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment,” he says, but his voice is lacking the distinct bite that Akira expected it would have. Eventually, he grows tired of holding the gun up and he lowers his arm to place it back in its holster. “Don’t you have better things to do than to spy on me from behind a filthy wall?”
Akira considers this for a moment, his hands in the pockets of his tailcoat. Feeling a bit guilty for intruding on Goro’s privacy, he merely shrugs. Then, he changes the subject.
“You faced the Reaper alone,” Akira comments, his eyes slowly moving over every inch of Goro’s body. “Impressive.”
“Child’s play,” Goro says quickly, although it’s obvious Akira’s gaze is making him nervous. His cheeks darken a bit under his mask and he looks to the side, at some sort of red liquid that’s oozing out of a drain cover in the floor. “Despite how insufferable you are, I’ll admit you’re the only worthy opponent I’ve faced in years.”
“So we’re still opponents, then?”
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time for my seasonal shukita brainrot
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trickster with a sly smile and obscured eyes,
rainwater falls beneath your masked disguise.
wild horse galloping past with a thunderous neigh,
still rest your weary leg for you're not all they say.
sweet winter fox in a kingdom of trees,
you're so much more colourful than the paint you bleed.
there's a fire in all of you, rebellion-born.
and in a world this cold, you'll find they're quite warm.
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