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nvm made it 20 min early. i’m private now lols.

haha what if i made my new blog at midnight wouldn’t that be cute

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haha what if i made my new blog at midnight wouldn’t that be cute

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hey, kiyo-chan. quick question— wifesayswhat?

      “  ... what ?  ”

#kainan #i hate this i hate you i hate him i hate atsukiyo

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a kiss good morning / good night.

        ARE  DAICHI’S  SHOULDERS  ALWAYS  so stiff ? she wonders. perhaps it’s just a symptom of his work, and the fact that he no longer plays volleyball to keep himself as limber as before. shimizu presses her thumbs a bit deeper into the muscles, watching his skin dimple at the pressure. she rubs small circles into him, giving a bit of attention to the flats of his shoulders and to the flanks just below them, but never too much. when she had studied muscles for the sake of being a knowledgeable high school volleyball club manager, she had learned that massages were beneficial but difficult. press too little and the player might not feel a thing, but press too hard and it could lead to more pain.

       not that she’d ever given anyone a massage in high school. in fact, the first time she had reached out to rub her boyfriend’s back as he hunched over his homework in college, shimizu surprised even herself. it’s a bit intimate, isn’t it ? and he wasn’t even shirtless then, like he is now right before bed. somehow, though, it had turned into a task she enjoyed— and not because she was perverted and enjoyed feeling his back through a shirt. watching daichi respond to the touch was what encouraged her to continue. helping him out … well, it was something she’d always liked doing, and it wasn’t hard to relieve some of the tension in his back for a few minutes every now and again. she kept at it until it became habit. that was all.

       shimizu feels her fingers start to ache and acknowledges that she can’t do much more. with one last emphasis, she pushes her thumbs into his shoulders and slides them down in two parallel lines along his spine. by the time they’re level with the bottom of his ribs, she slips one hand around his waist and draws herself flush against his back. the bed sheets swish from her movement, and shimizu exhales a soft hoo …

       “  are you okay ? did i make you sleepy ?  ”  it’s almost like a tease, but she’s tired herself and the words begin to sound more like drowsy mumbles than jests. hugging her boyfriend like this seems to have that effect on her— his body heat warms her, and the familiar smell of his shampoo fills her nose. if he spoke, it would probably do the last bit of work to comfort her into sleep. shimizu doesn’t wait to hear his answer, and instead gives his waist a gentle squeeze as she cranes her head and plants a kiss as close to his mouth as their position will allow. it’s not perfect, but she’s not bothered that she can’t quite reach. in the morning, maybe she can make up for it.  with one last sigh of content, she drops her head back down to her pillow and sighs gently.  “  good night, daichi … ”

kisses meme ,

#cpdaichi #this makes up for the angst ask klsjdglkaj #she pampers the heck out of him he's so spoiled

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💘 sending her off home

         SHE’S  GLAD  THAT  once they’ve passed beyond the school gates, one world seems to shut off and another to turn on. if she’s not on school grounds, her classmates won’t find her to ask her for a copy of her notes. her senpai from the track and field team won’t be able to stop her after practice and question her about her handsome boyfriend— ‘ the one with the striking eyes, you know who we mean ! ’ her other admirers won’t elect to walk her back home. and shimizu won’t have to go home alone, wondering how chiba-san is doing until she can get to her desk and send him a text. outside of school, she gets a moment with him all to herself.

        that is, until they reach the gates of her own house, and their world must shut off again. shimizu slips her hand from his, feeling her fingers immediately flex in the lack of warmth, and stops just before the gap in her family’s gate. it’s not that her family disapproves of her boyfriend, or that seeing him would give them reason to scold her. they like chiba-san just as much as she does. but shimizu prefers to keep her family and her relationship separate for the time being. she doesn’t need her grandmother to watch her kiss boys just outside their home, and she’s sure that chiba-san doesn’t need to be watched by all the eyes beyond the front windows.

        it’s fine this way, isn’t it ? she thinks to ask, but decides against it. maybe asking would only cause him to worry. rather than upset the delicate balance of their romance— outside the school gates and outside her family gates— shimizu figures that it’s better not to question things. their world doesn’t need to be convoluted with ever-changing rules. they can simply feel things out along the way.

        “  thank you,  ”  she nods her head to him to acknowledge that she’s grateful for the escort. but beyond those words, shimizu says nothing more. her glasses begin to slide up the bridge of her nose as she leans her head back and rises to meet his height, giving chiba-san a chaste good night kiss before parting.  “  ne … will you text me when you’re home, too ?  ”

kisses meme ,

#rosefated #heh. heh. heh.

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—— kira-chan​ ,

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ,          𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 ,                     but the lantern glow basks it in a different ,     more gentle light that seems nostalgic in the sense that she has seen such a sight before ,      reminiscent of memories that were only warm.          to feel as though your existence was tainted ,          (     to walk the earthen soil will leave you traces of where you had once dwelled ,      even if you try to wash it away ,      it remembers you    )          in some subtle but essential way                       [ … ]                   her feet paves paths of excitement spoken wordlessly through the soft awe,  observant of everything at once and yet nothing in specific catches the eye of the wanderer, as though not wanting to limit her mind to observing simply a singularity amidst the myriad of life’s splendor.

                   how tempting ,       the call of the easily broken poi where the goldfish swim !              though the voice of her friend is what draws her back to reality ,    head tilts to the side.               ❛     ah !     do you think we can still go and write it down for you now ,    kiyo - chan ?    ❜

         HER  EXPRESSION  OF  FOCUS  is one that begins with a frown. shimizu turns her head back towards the festival gates, which seemingly have not stopped shining over the event despite the business and bustling crowds that pass through them. one might think that with so much excitement at every turn, the place they’d come through first would be the first to blend back into the background. but somehow, it still stands out. the tanzaku are right there at the entrance— front and center, and usually the first thing that a visitor would check off his or her list— and yet shimizu had somehow dismissed the little booth of paper strips and pens.

        “  ah. are you not finished, though ? i’m not going to rush you from your game just for that,  ”  she responds flatly, but the end of her sentence seems to lilt upwards, as if shimizu is actually asking for permission to go. one need only look a bit deeper under the surface of her words to understand as much. writing a wish, albeit one of the more boring parts of a festival, is still tradition.

#sakuraiden #i wish we could be besties 5ever ^ ^

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might mess around and remake my blog + make it private 😜

#singular goth kiyoko + semi muse brainrot today #i've been thinking of moving to a more private blog lately just bc its hard to focus on writing sometimes on this blog #there's always a lot goin on :/ #and if i was just private it would help me maintain focus lol #i'm not writing lately im kinda hyperfixated on like two things and kiyoko muse is not one of them

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a kiss in greeting 

          HELLO ,  AGAIN .  I’VE  MISSED  YOU .    shimizu feels her fingertips ache, and she draws them up into small fists, tightening the grip she holds on both of sawamura’s forearms. her hands fill with the crisp fabric of his shirt sleeves, which she’s mindful to use as her tether rather than to hold herself directly to his skin. because although those words— i’ve missed you— are what she wants to say, she’s not sure that she can. hundreds of apologies must come before that, and the distance between them must be maintained. somehow, holding in this position with her body only a step away but her arms locked tight to keep him separate, hurts.

         she wonders if he thinks the same. to shimizu, standing this way feels like a battle she’s begun with herself. she can’t move too close to him, so she uses her outstretched arms to clench his sleeves and keep herself at bay. but she can’t be too far either, so her feet remain planted firmly before his. both contradict each other ... but neither one wins out against the other. and she can’t look him in the eye yet. 

         sorry i’ve missed you ? or ... i’ve missed you, and i’m sorry for ... everything ? which would be better to say ?

         shimizu knows that it probably hurts him just as much as it hurts her to have called him back to this point. sorry i’ve missed you doesn’t make up for that— it’s something that a selfish person would have to say to someone whose heart they’ve broken. i’ve missed you all this time and yet ... i’m bringing you back to this stage again. if she said it, sawamura would probably think she was lying through her teeth or something. it’s hard to believe an apology like that when her actions don’t quite match up to it. at the same time, i’ve missed you and i’m sorry is something that comes too little and too late. perhaps he’s already moved on. perhaps he’s only here to settle things— to pack everthing about himself and shimizu up into a neat, tight little box that can be buried at a moment’s notice. 

         she doesn’t know, nor can she try to make a guess. in the end, it’s neither the apology nor the heartsickness that comes out when she speaks. i’m sorry and i’ve missed you ... they feel like empty, weightless words with no purpose. shimizu draws them up in her head and pushes them down, letting each fall to the ground with a soft plink, plink.

         ah. wait ... 

         plink, plink. plink, plink. only a few tears. shimizu almost doesn’t realize that they’ve slipped past her eyes and down her cheeks until they hit the ground and stop. her fingers tighten again, and she fights against the burning in her fingertips as she releases his mussed sleeves and plants her hands on either side of his face.  “  sawamura ... ne, it’s been a while, hasn’t it ?  ”

        she raises herself to look him in the eyes. and time feels like a flash. despite herself, shimizu stretches on her toes and presses a chaste and bittersweet kiss on his lips. it forces water to well into her eyes once more. she never thought a hello could be so sad, but what else should she have expected ? 

        maybe she shouldn’t go kissing people so easily ... especially those that make her heart feel like it’s been stretched to its ripping point. her head lowers again, and shimizu makes herself take a step back, dropping her hands from his face. one raises to brush to wetness from her eyes, and the other hangs at her side loosely as if all the strength has been stripped from it. and that’s how she remains feeling.  “  ...  ”

kisses meme ,

#cpdaichi #hahahahahahahahahhahah good one sen make it sad #make her cry sen good one #her calling him back to talk to him n tell him she wuvs him but it hard and she just cries yeah

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𝐢𝐧   𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐧   𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞   𝐢   𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝.   it   will   not   do.   my   feelings   will   not   be   repressed.   you   must   allow   me   to   tell   you   how   ardently   i   admire   and   love   you.   ————   jane   austen,   pride   &   prejudice.

𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚,   of   naoko   takeuchi's   bishoujo   senshi   sailor   moon ———–   adored   by   reysa.   please   read   the   𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝   before   interacting. 

#kiyoko boyfie #im finally popping online to reblog this i h8 my internet

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—— daichi· ,

EYES widen, brows raise, and the gentle grip on his lover’s waist tightens ever so slightly. And if she were to place a hand on his chest, she would feel his heart thumping at a increased pace. It’s not that the idea of marriage scares him ; quite the opposite, actually. The union of two people fated to spend the rest of their lives together was exciting, and something Daichi had always seen in his future with Kiyoko. 

MARRAIAGE, while they may have never openly discussed it, often crossed the brunette’s mind. In fact, it was back in college when he’d decided she was the woman he wanted to share his life with. It wasn’t a matter of whether or not he wanted to marry Kiyoko. It was a matter of when. 

‘ Now that you mention it, I guess we haven’t. ’ His voice is still gruff, but the slur in his words is gone now that he’s more awake and alert. His thumb slips past the hem of her shirt to rub against her warm skin, a smirk of his own drawing on his face when he notices her faint, red blush ( easy to spot against her pale cheeks ). ‘ But we can talk about it now. Assuming that’s the reason you woke me up. ’ 

       SHIMIZU  FEELS  THE  SAME ,  even though their relationship has never been a topic she’s ever fully sustained a conversation on. it’s not something that required her to be outspoken, with him nor with anyone else. at its very core, being with daichi is ... well ... it’s hard to put into the right words, she considers. their relationship is familiar to her, and being with someone she’s known for so long gives her a feeling of comfort that she isn’t sure how best to describe. it’s as if she spends every day waking up beside him in simple ease, never lingering on overdramatic claims of love or displays of affection. she can simply slip her fingers into his hair once again, on mornings like this, and feel ... normal. 

      why wouldn’t she want to marry someone with whom comfort comes naturally ? that sort of thought has been in her head often, but never broached publicly around him. she realizes it’s a heavy topic— it affects a lot of things beyond just the two of them. nowadays, marriage means so much more to the friends and family around you than it means to your partner and you, right ... ? her parents will probably ask her about children soon ... and she’s sure that daichi’s might pose him comparable questions, too. 

      her mouth opens just a bit, and a small ah ... escapes her throat.  “  eeh ... i didn’t mean to wake you up just to have this sort of conversation. it’s just been on my mind lately. gomen ne ... it’s a bit of a heavy topic, isn’t it ? i can wait until you’re less sleepy, daichi.  ” 

#cpdaichi #daichi: we can talk now if thats why u woke me up #kiyoko (immediately feeling a bit bad): ..................i didnt mean to wake u up JUST for this........... ano............ whoops.

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📝 porfis mi princesa

📝 : they have a cute track and field romance thing ... picture these : when their respective teams finish practice and head home, sometimes they’ll stay on for each other to practice and give extra pointers. mamoru was scolded by his senpai once for practicing relays with someone from the girls’ track and field team ( since this isn’t the school sports day and we can’t do co-ed relays at official meets ! practice with someone on our team ! ). meanwhile, kiyoko just has to bat away some of the gossip from her senpai who see her helping someone from the boys’ team with his stretches/helping him press his leg muscles to keep from cramping. it’s kind of an unspoken rule that they always offer each other a hand to stand up after falling, and by now kiyoko is used to the familiar appearance of mamoru’s hand in her peripheral when she trips ... she thinks it’s comforting, even if she never says so. after practices, they get different flavors of ramune and split/share them with each other. they sit on the track drinking their little soda bottles and watching the sun go down until it gets chilly and they have to go home. but they do it another day, and then another day, so it never really ends :)

headcanons about our muses ! ,

#rosefated #smoooooch

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Sarazanmai Ending Theme 1 “Stand by me (スタンドバイミー)” by the peggies

#' 日進月歩 : daichi and kiyoko. #‘ 家内安全 : hikaru and kiyoko. #‘ 風林火山 : mamoru and kiyoko. #‘ 以心伝心 : sōsuke and kiyoko. #ALL OF EM. GET IN THERE. #stand by me onegai :pleading:

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my favorite pic of kiyoko san

#ehhehehehhe littol

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Send to get a kiss from my muse!

Add 👀 to give my muse the kiss, instead.

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 🖤 for a neck kiss Send 💚 for a familial kiss Send 💙 for an accidental kiss Send 💜 for a platonic kiss Send 💛 for hand kiss Send 💝 for a a kiss on the forehead  Send 💞 for a dip kiss Send 💓 for a cheek kiss Send 💟 for a kiss on a wound Send 💔 for a bite on the lip Send 💘 for a kiss goodbye Send 💗 for a good morning or goodnight kiss Send 💕for a deep, passionate kiss Send ❣️ for a kiss that conveys an emotion Send 💖 for an anniversary Send 😍 for a kiss in greeting Send 🤜 for a punch in the kisser Send 🍝 for a food-based kiss Send 💋 for a kiss of the receiver’s choice

#IM LOOKING AwAY

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NOW THAT IT'S OFFICIAL! he grips her jaw and turns her to face this way, giving him easy access to laydown a big, smirking smooch right on her lips! heh!

        HER  JOB  IS  A  GOOD  ONE ,  shimizu thinks. in comparison to what she knows she could be doing elsewhere, then it’s not bad at all. she keeps busy, makes enough money, and likes to think that she learns something new every day. she’s met lots of different people and watched them grow over time— an experience that in high school, she would’ve considered to be the most precious thing to her. and among everyone she’s met, energy is always at a high. being a manager for msby black jackals is ... vibrant, she’s decided.

       but like most things, there’s a give and take. it’s still work, which means she’d probably be out of her mind if she thought it was all great. telling her family that her life in tokyo working a new job was “ all good ” and that there was “ nothing to complain about so far ” would be suspicious enough to cause them to worry over her. of course there are things that grind back, even if this isn’t a traditional office job. shimizu thinks she babysits more than she’d really like to, and being stuck on msby damage control is never enjoyable ... nor is dealing with something like this. she’d never outwardly complain about it, but it gives her pause on calls with her family as she considers how best to inform her parents that some of the team players are ... well, one is ... er ... sometimes her job can just be a handful.

      meian-san has praised her for her cool head, and shimizu too considers herself apt at managing the strange, obnoxious, and unknown. miya-san grabbing her for a kiss in the middle of their practice gym isn’t difficult to handle, per se, but it does have its own sort of fallout. her first instinct isn’t to smack or push, knowing that an abrupt slap or fwoosh could draw extra attention. instead, she lifts the folder of nutritional information in her hand upwards, shielding his face ( and hers ) from the majority view of the court. if she can’t necessarily beat him, then turning a public display of affection into something only semi-private will have to do for now.

      — for now. when he’s overstayed his welcome, shimizu settles the flat of her palm against his chest and presses back firmly. her brows crease together in a look that mingles both frustration and puzzlement, and she stares at him for a moment to gather her thoughts.  “  miya-san ... there’s a lot i want to say about that. ne, but mainly ... you didn’t do it right.  ”

     the sentence hangs before her heavily. slowly, shimizu lowers the folder back down to her side and moves her eyes away from his. if he won’t mind, she has other things she needs to finish today, but if he wants ...  “  i can give you pointers on your performance after practice. anou ... just keep working on your receives now.  ”

#kainan #ewwwwwwwwwww #i gotta wash my hands after writing this

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.     .     .          ⵌ   NV!S!BLE   !                                                                         a  study  of  the  curse  that  is  invisibility .

#kiyoko's bud ^-^ hehe #lovely oc though fr go follow !!

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📝📝📝 :]

📝: they absolutely have a hot girl summer. shimizu goes with aylen to buy a new swimsuit because she’s outgrown her own, and she ends up selecting a suit in a similar color/pattern to aylen’s ! this kind of lends itself to a bit more extra attention at the beach ( yes they are having a #beachday ), since they look like they’ve stepped off a modeling shoot. girls ask them what brand of swimsuit they’re wearing, and boys ... yeah. that. needless to say, it’s otherwise a fun day. they take lots of photos of each other, the ocean, their sand castles, and end up trading sun-hats because why not ? it’s cute. they also get matching anklets that they wear to the beach like hot girls. 

📝: if they’re ever in tokyo at the same time, shimizu almost certainly gets lost trying to navigate the metro system and aylen has to come save her. she finds shimizu talking to some random store mascot in ginza station, and when she finally helps her to their ORIGINAL MEET-UP spot, shimizu is pulling out her phone and showing aylen the pics she took of all the little mascots she saw while lost. because if you’re going to be lost, then why not find things around you that are fun ?

📝: after eating some of those little wrapped candies, they make a quiet bet between them to see who can roll up the wrapper and toss it into miya atsumu’s wide-open sleeping mouth ^.^ and they both land one at the same time <3 ! how neat is that !

headcanons about our muses ! ,

#curseburden #that last one is only half a joke #they would do that to literally any other player #atsumu isn't special