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09/20 ♡ Happy birthday Bokuto Koutarou ⋋⊚◊⊚⋌

#bokuto koutarou #bokuto

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Baby Rengoku✨

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rengoku’s smile ♥

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― I lost. It’s a shame but, it doesn’t feel too bad to be killed by a man like you. With honest eyes, with no hesitation.

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—i need the lieutenant to be my eyes.

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Nae-nae-min Kento 👔

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[ 12:58 AM ] IWAIZUMI HAJIME

“you have really nice eyes.”

iwaizumi’s lips twitch slightly, but you were too inebriated to notice. he shakes his head, amused.

“really nice arms too,” you hum, nuzzling further into his chest. “actually, you remind me of someone.”

fishing keys out of one’s pocket while trying to keep a drunk person from falling on their face proves harder than expected. iwaizumi chuckles. “yeah?”

you nod fervently, tapping your finger against his cheek to grab his attention. iwaizumi sighs gratefully when he finally found the right key.

“there’s this guy, his name is hajime.” you mumble, almost tripping over a carpet by the front door. the dark haired man hums, signaling you to continue as he grabs onto your shoulder to keep you steady.

stumbling your way down the familiar layout of your own apartment, you make a beeline towards the bedroom and fling yourself onto the bed.

“he’s kind of an ass.” iwaizumi grunts in annoyance. you ignore him. “so freaking rude. but he’s so stinkin’ hot, it’s so annoying. i hate him”

“do you, now?” iwaizumi replies as he peels your socks off your feet and throws it in the laundry basket. “wanna change into comfier clothes first?”

you shake your head. “nah, i’m kidding. for real though, i think i’m in love with him.” you giggle. “don’t tell him i said that. his head’s gonna explode.”

a little voice in his head tells him to chuck one of the many plushies sitting on the bed at you. thankfully, he still has a bit of self control left to resist the urge.

“he’s literally perfect.” you continue, entirely unbothered by the lack of reply from his side. “he would totally be the perfect husband too, y’know.”