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❝I don't usually like to brood, but-- Sometimes it's really hard to not be able to come to terms with the fact that life really sucks, and to say it openly without my usual filter for the sake of my peers.
My customers are quickly dissap- earing-- no, not customers. They're my friends, too. The friends that I've put so much time and effort into, just to ensure their happiness.
And Dry Juice?
They've left me. Just like everyone else has, and will.❞
❝What would happen if Pinocchio said 'And now, my nose will grow'?❞
"If I was gay…" and "I’m not gay but…." by Zachary Colin Rance
no homo level 1,000
“Same here! But it’ll be oka—— uwaaaah~!” It seems that Clear can’t be of much help, at another thundering roar does the android flail his arms over his head, as if the sky is going to suddenly fall and squish them both.
❝Oh, my G--!❞
Another clap of thunder rattled Mizuki's brain so much that, before he knew it, he was practically clinging to the stranger before him. It didn't take long for his embarrassment to set in, as he slowly released the other from his grip.
❝--I should, uh, probably ask for you name before doing something like that, huh?❞
you know the friendship’s real when there’s a rumour you’re gay for each other
❝...I can't sleep. The thunder's too loud.❞
the best 12 seconds of the entire high school musical trilogy
manga koujaku is something of dreams
Awww
Stately, rain wasn't an uncommon economy among Midorijima skies, but the fact that clouds had cast the island's summer into grey with the smell of petrichor staining it's residents noses had most people edgy and eager for the sun's return. It wasn't a hard rain, but it seemed to be enough of a drizzle that Mizuki had packed an umbrella with him for the day. One hand remained on the handle of it while the other was nestled comfortably in the confines of a pocket.
Viridescent oculars landed on an incontrovertible mass of azure tresses within one of the streets he'd passed by, only making a grin light his features in the dullness of their environment. It was a funny sight; Aoba always had that ghastly hoodie but was barely ever seen putting it to use. The hood that hung loosely from his shoulders did no purchase to guard him from the weather.
Feeling generous, the Ribster took steps forward and nudged his friend gently, holding his umbrella up to cover the both of them.
❝That hood of yours is there for things other than being a fashion atrocity, you know. Unless you're into the rain?❞
Ryuuhou allowed himself in as he offered Mizuki a soft wave to alert his arrival as the artist lured the Ribster towards him. He leaned in to bite at Mizuki's neck as he whispered on the skin, "Someone commanded me to bite you on your neck, my dear Flowering Tree."
As per usual after closing, Mizuki was wiping off the bar counter when he heard movement around the entrance of the shop. Craning his neck, he saw a dark figure waiting for him and instantly grinned as he walked over to allow him in. They greeted with their usual embrace and mutual kisses on the cheek, before the older of the two ducked his head down and teeth came into contact with unsuspecting skin. Going rigid, the man felt his cheeks heat up with a blush as he tugged away.
❝I— Ryuuhou, didn’t we talk about this?❞
