#haha mario kart reference

[bugeyedfreaks]

I am not sure if i actaully asked this or if i just dreamt i did but here it goes: seeing as how in the og ppg the mayor played zelda, do you think craig has played breath of the wild/tears of the kingdom?

Who knows! I wouldn’t know to what extent he plays video games nowadays but yeah, there’s enough video game references in his shows that I guess he still might (I mean I know he was all hype for and playing Cuphead when it came out… which I know isn’t recent but it’s “recent” at least). I always liked seeing those kinds of gaming references in the show, and the story behind the Zelda ref in particular is great (for anyone who doesn’t know, Ocarina of Time came out when the show was being made, and a lot of the staff on the show were so into the game that they weren’t turning their work in on time).

I’ve been playing Tears of the Kingdom though and it’s been really fun! The verticality of the game has been fun to explore and I’ve definitely sunk a ton of hours into just building stuff and goofing off.

#I looove the OOT refs in Child Fearing lol #my fave is probably the dumb Mario Kart one in the ppg rule haha #also I was always thrilled as a kid to see Pokémon references since I was huge on that at the time #I mean if you really are curious you can always ask him on Twitter #since he left here after the uhhhhh you-know-what ban 👀 #lol maybe he has a switch ask for his friend code #challenge him to a smash brawl

[istadris]

haha I’m just imagining Mario kidnapping his brother in the middle of a date which leads to bowser having to step into marios shoes and go save him 😭 he’ll finally see how annoying it is for our favourite red plumber.

(Referring to this post )

Bowser has to go through several "levels" to find hints on where the HECK is Luigi, with the final "dungeon" being a karting arena in the Jungle Kingdom in which Mario and the DK crew are harassing an absolutely furious Bowser in a karting keep-away over a key to the "princess cage" (AKA the royal VIP tribune).

DK is sprawling in one of the thrones presiding over the arena, heckling Bowser and throwing random objects in the arena, while Luigi is sitting on the throne besides him munching on tropical fruits.

At some point DK leans over to him : "Hey, Pistachio, it's fun to mess with the big ol' Koopa, but what about you, you're fine with the whole "kidnapped by your own bro to piss off your boyfriend" stuff ?"

"Oh, honestly I was expecting so much worse from both of them, they're both putting more effort to get along than I gave them credit for."

(Meanwhile Peach is keeping Cranky Kong distracted long enough for him to not question why DK suddenly took an interest in his royal duties and offered to host the karting games thrown in honor of the Mario Bros)

#super mario bros #bowuigi #answers #miscellaneous mario madness #mario movie #don't worry Bowser gets lots of snuggles and kisses afterwards

[spennsrs]

Hi! I noticed that your requests are open and that you are a Spencer simp (same!!) so I was wondering if I could request something with him? Anything really, I just think that the world needs more Spencer Agnew fics :))

TYPE OF WRITING: one sided pining drabble CONTENT CREATOR(S): spencer agnew of smosh SONG REC: my type by saint motel MARNIE'S NOTE: THE WORLD NEEDS MORE SPENCER !! i hope this satiates not only your need for more spence, but also my need lawl ... also spence is 100% besties to lovers type guy... also mayhaps part 2 in the future???

from: spenner 🐌 ' [y/n] ' ' [y/n] answer plz ' ' are u dead ' ' is this because i won at mario kart ' ' heeeeeeeeey ' ' im off work and im booooooored '

[y/n] lifts the pillow from their face, the constant buzzing of their phone making them frown. they pick the phone up, scrolling through the notifications. youtube... threads... x (you stick your tongue out... elon you bitch, twitter was fine)... a goofy smile tugs at their lips at the onslaught of texts from their best friend, spencer agnew, and as more came in.

from: spenner 🐌 ' my best friend, [y/n] [l/n] is dead!!1 ' ' haha get it ' ' family guy reference ' ' see [y/n] this is how much i need u in my life ' ' im making fucking family guy references '

they simply watch the three dots, signaling spencer was typing as more and more texts were sent by the curly haired man, shaking their head. finally, they decide it was enough torture for their poor friend, typing out a few texts. they giggle as the three dots disappear for a moment, only to reappear.

to: spenner 🐌 ' chill out you funion fuck ' ' im here ' ' unlike some people, some of us have lives while our best friend is at work '

this was a lie. they had (very shamelessly) not answered spencer in favor of catching up on their favorite tv show.

from: spenner 🐌 ' about damn time ' ' i was dying without you ' ' soooooo whats the plan can i come over or ' ' also funion fuck?????? '

to: spenner 🐌 ' so you can eat my food? ' ' ig you can :/ '

there was no response, and [y/n] had reason to believe spencer had either pulled a fast one and was now ignoring them, or was on his way. they opted to believe the latter.

they hurriedly get up to clean up what little mess there was, knowing spence really didn't care.

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

spencer arrived at [y/n]'s apartment, sticking the key into the door and unlocking it. he got an odd thought as he stepped into the apartment, his mind wandering into what if territory. it was dangerous, sure... but it was hard when he had developed this huge, heart wrenching, heavy crush on his best friend.

he shakes his head when a voice calls out. "spencer? that you?" he chuckles at [y/n]'s voice, they knew the answer. but he decided to tease them.

"spencer who? it's a robber, announcing my break in. here i come!" he can't help but cackle as his best friend's head comes into view, frowning deeply. "yeah, yeah, it's me. literally the only other person that has a key to your apartment, dumbass."

"not true! angela and amanda have a key!"

a pang stung in his heart, but he shrugged it off. they were [y/n]'s friends, spence, chill. he was not about to be jealous over coworkers.

he makes his way to where [y/n] was, in their room with a sigh. he flops onto their bed dramatically, much to [y/n]'s amusement. they pat his leg before sitting back at their laptop, scrolling through their email. a comfortable quiet falls over the two, the only real noise coming from the soft clicking of keys from the laptop.

spencer turns his head to gaze at his friend- or, the back of them... not that he cared. this had become a common thing, him coming over to just.. decompress from work. he loved his position at smosh, but [y/n] was really his rock. they had been a constant in his life, keeping him grounded. he owed a lot to them... but he guessed it wouldn't be long before the whole crush thing began. how could he not? they were such a genuine and loving person, they accepted spencer for all his weirdness and even parroted it back to him. with [y/n], he could be himself, his true authentic self. not a facade he had to put on in front of a camera, not the one he had with other friends, he was himself with [y/n].

he slowly smiles as they turn their head to check on spencer, a soft pink painting itself on their cheeks.

"stop staring, weirdo. not a good look." "can i not stare at my amazingly gorgeous best friend?"

next thing he knew, spencer was laughing as a pen was chucked in his direction, sitting up.

one day, he would spill it all to [y/n]. but for now... this dynamic was good enough for him.

#marnie's writings #smosh #spencer agnew x reader #angela giarratana #amanda lehan canto #amanda and angela mentioned !! my favs fr #smosh x reader

[cali-kabi]

~ Mario Kart Double Dash picture redraw :)🍄🎮🛒

I had this sketch in my files/drafts since late June, I had a bit of trouble with Bowser’s face but he turned out okie in the end xD Mario Kart Double Dash is my first Mario Kart game ever and I loved it since childhood ;w;💖 also made some Mario Movie edits of Toadette it’s on the Read more below cuz these images I edited on are spoiler part in the movie :0💫 I hope y’all like this ^^✨

I think Bowser getting trapped in the bottle is a reference to Super Mario 3D World in the ending haha xD✨

#super mario #mario kart #mario kart double dash #toadette #mario and luigi #bowser #mario movie #screenshot edit #bowser jr #yoshis island #sydney’s art #princess daisy #princess peach #my art #donkey kong #king boo #wario nintendo

[merthlock]

I gave all the vehicles in your Touhou 9 video Mario Kart - style names

Presented here in the standard format

Marisa / Street Sweeper

Sakuya / Meidocycle

Youmu / Spirit Taxi

Reisen / Machine Bun

Yuuka / Weed Killer

Cirno / Formula 9

Lyrica (+ Lunasa) / Initial Key

Medicine / Tox Tanker

Mima / The Classic

Komachi / Sanzu Rider

Eiki / Final Judgment

For some background on the designs for some of the vehicles because I never talked about them Sakuya, Lyrica, Medicine, and Komachi's vehicles were made by a friend of mine who wanted to volunteer designs for me to use, which I later refined to the designs I used. Sakuya's I specifically colored after DIO from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Stardust Crusaders due to haha funny jojoke Youmu's car is modeled after the Fiat 500, famously used by Lupin the Third in the eponymous anime series and extremely obvious because Youmu's ghost part is wearing Jigen's hat On the same inspiration, Yuuka's car is a yellow Mercedes Benz SSK 1929 also used by Lupin the Third in the 1971 anime. Reisen's motorcycle is based on a 1984 Honda Goldwing model I found with built in gatling guns because I thought it looked cool and is how I felt Reisen was like when I played Touhou 8 Mima's (and to an extension, Cirno's) is a Ferrari 321B, which was used in the first episode of Lupin the Third 1971 anime (which is also the main inspiration for that entire video's premise(I really like Lupin III)) The numbers on the race cars are a double reference, being that the number 9 is referencing this being the 9th Touhou game and 3 referencing Phantasmagoria of Dim.Dream, alongside the 3 being that the entire video is just a giant Lupin III reference. Eiki's I just made something up on the spot because I was struggling to think on what to use so I just drew a box with wheels and rolled with it because it was easy to draw and I could make a joke about her storing hot dogs inside the trunk of it Cirno starts with a Mario Kart kart at the start because I thought it was funny Anyways my favorites are Weed Killer and Sanzu Rider thank you for making these!! Have a cat

#touhou #touhou project #idk what to put here

[pix3lplays]

Okay so I watched Billy Kids trailer and he seems like such a silly guy. Personally would love to have him as a brother (better get my blessing if youse ever marry/j)

ANYWAYS

Seems like the type to overly hype you up, like it's too much you'd think you're about to go into battle but it's just a talent show. At least it works??

He also seems to be the type to cry at Disney movies ngl, you ask him if he's crying and he's like

"NO...something just got into my eye :(("

Alsoalso, he seems competitive in games. Like he'll try his hardest to win in Mario Kart and be all pouty if u beat him, if ur his lover he might feel better if you give him a small smooch tho.

Also uses those emoticons a lot. U may get texts like (if ur dating)

"Smooch incoming ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡"

"Running to hug you, open the door ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ"

"I MISS U BABE ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)‧º·"

Anyways, that's more of my impression on Billy Kid now from 1 photo and after watching his trailer. I won't be downloading ZZZ due to storage so ofc this may not be accurate but it's fun to think of how someone is like before knowing them haha

-Signed: Argentis Spouse

Argentis Spouse hiiii!! Please let me marry your brother, I promise I’ll treat him SO well~

I saw comments saying he seems to be Deadpool inspired, which I can definitely see, but he also reminds me of my beloved Vash the Stampede haha. Something something dressed in red and High-Energy. Also there’s this scene in the original Trigun where Vash is crushing on a woman, and she refers to him as “Spot” like he was a dog. She says “Come along, Spot,” and he responds by BARKING and chasing after her. That level of simp…it reminds me of Billy😭😭😭😭😭😭

Anyways. Gonna actually address everything in order this time, unlike classic Pix~

Oh yes he’d definitely overly hype you up, WHATEVER it is. For example, for whatever reason you needed a drive to work or something. And he’s just hyping you up the whole time he’s driving you…oh my gosh now I’m thinking about how bad he is at driving haha. He’s always looking over at you and not paying much attention…EYES ON THE ROAD, BILLY. Also he believes in the “our song” thing. So when your song comes on the radio…you can BET he’s rolling down the windows and blasting it, haha. He gets so excited too, “Babe, it’s our song!!” (Also I bet he has a boombox.)

Crying at Disney movies, yes absolutely. You watch Up and he’s like WHY are we watching this it is SO SAD?? And you feel bad that it’s making him sad but you promise it has a happy ending. He was getting SO emotional at Toy Story 3 (I KNOW it’s PIXAR but WHATEVER LOL) you had to pause so he could compose himself…also, one time he gave you his phone so you could choose a playlist, and you saw one simply titled, “Motivation” so you pressed it and it was just Disney songs.

A very competitive gamer, that’s so cute~you’re playing Mario Kart and he does that thing where he leans in the direction he turns in the game. Which is fine unless you’re sitting right next to him haha, you’re like DUDE quit LEANING on me-!! Doesn’t matter if it’s Mario Kart or Super Smash Bros or whatever, he loses to you soundly quite often, even when you let him make the rules. Sometimes he gets frustrated enough to try and cheat, haha…whether that’s him trying to cover your eyes or tickle you or something…he wants to WIN and the method doesn’t MATTER. Even funnier if you’re not competitive at all, just better at video games than him. Maybe just…lose on purpose if you don’t want him messing with you? But yes you can always kiss his losses better~

Awwww the emoticons, I love that~with a reader who’s like me and doesn’t know how to use emoticons haha…he’s got these super cute elaborate emoticons he sends and reader is just like “Thanks :) Love you too ;)”

I don’t NEED another game but…the silly cyborg has completely captured my heart, I WANT him.

#ZZZ #Zenless Zone Zero #zzz Billy Kid #Zenless zone zero Billy Kid #zzz Billy Kid x reader #Zenless zone zero Billy Kid x reader

[artycomicfangirl]

Since when did you start loving Luiasy?

That, is a good question! This is quite a funny story to me. I need to even backtrack a bit for this, haha.

For a long time since I was a kid, I of course casually loved Nintendo and the Mario Universe. It mostly began full swing when I first got my Nintendo DS Lite in 2010 I think.

I did have a particular set of favourite characters I grew up with. Daisy was one of them. I remember first learning about her in Mario Kart Ds. She was the opposite of Peach to me. And funnily enough, she would always be ‘second pick’ when I play games. Peach always being first haha.

I wasn’t too vocal about my fan status. Although, I did have a family-friend group who all had DSs and Wiis back then, so I pretty much bonded over with them.

Then many years later. Cue the 2023. I grew up. Interests changed. But I’ve been Drawing and posting online since 2012, so I was still in touch with game/Anime fandoms.

What The 2023 Super Mario Bros Movie did, was basically reignited memories I had that I had so much fun with. I literally couldn’t get over how much I loved it! The music, the references, callbacks and characters. Months later, and I am still into this fandom. It gave me so much hope in there being more of the Nintendo Mario world to be brought to life.

I then learnt about Daisy’s game history, how she was lesser known, then got a revamp to what we all knew today. Which in turn? Gave me inspiration and reminded me of my love for Daisy again. I feel like I like her character a lot more, since ever since the movie, I saw so much potential on how she could be seen as. Even more so, when I found out how little we know of her land and history. She, and a few characters was someone who I SO hope to see if there is a future sequel! Fingers crossed!

So! Sorry for the long story. But that’s how it was!

[sparkerinparadise]

okay. mario movie thoughts:

it is certainly a Movie That Exists. i had a fun time with it though :]

bowser was the best character no contest. though i feel like everyone knew that since the cast reveal LMAO. jack black killed it

mario and peach sound.... okay?? they suit the roles they have in the movie fine enough. their performances range from meh to decent

cranky kong's voice direction was certainly a Choice. i dont like it

i thought dk was good actually, sorry bunny. his voice definitely fits the super cocky showman personality they were going with. also his lines were FUNNY

toad was also p good. i thought he had some good moments

the plot and characters WERE pretty basic but i mean. its mario. as much as i would love to see a movie that is as story and character-driven as the rpgs i dont think its gonna happen sorry 😔

me and bunny both pogged so hard whenever we heard charles martinet. it was a really fun and sweet treat to hear him :3)

also the easter eggs HOLY SHIT. punch-out pizzeria. the sign with the duck hunt duck. the MUSIC references. that one shot where mario's playing kid icarus that looks eerily similar to the opening shot from the ova. YOSHI'S ISLAND. THE DONUT PLAINS MAP. THE DK CREW. need i say more

the stuff ft. the bros was very sweet <3 they care about each other so much you guys oh my fucking god im gonna blow this whole building up

the luma was hilarious but i can't help but feel like some ppl are going to kin them. like m-

also haha funny bob sparker playlist moment when they're assembling the karts :^)

tldr solid 6-7/10 for me. acceptable movie to watch with my future kids. gonna blj into a kiddie pool of faygo now wahoo

#bee.txt #mario #mario movie spoilers #<- just in case

[hexnexusdan]

WarioWare Characters Ranked by How Likely They'd Get Into Mario Kart

(There's no MoveIt! spoilers here, don't worry, but I do reference Get It Together's postgame and Gold's ending)

Thought I'd do some fun speculation thing on how likely some of the more notable WarioWare characters would get into good 'ol Mario Kart. They don't often appear in Mario spinoffs in the first place, but hey, there's a first time for everything. I'm going off the assumption of a rule of three Wario characters (well, two given what is likely one of the characters is just a skin) getting in and no more, maybe two.

Biker outfit Wario: I think this would be almost a guarantee if we get WarioWare rep. His outfit is strongly tied to the series, and it'd look out of place for there to be rep but you only have yellow overalls Wario. Plus, a biker outfit makes sense for Mario Kart!

Jimmy T: Medium chances, I'd say. He's an iconic character that's been there since day one and has plenty of fans, but compared to others on here, he has tough competition.

Mona: High! Another iconic WarioWare character, she has plenty more popularity and love, not to mention she already drives in a bike and all.

Dribble and Spitz: This is kind of a two-parter, but if they were to come together (which I think is possible, just have Spitz on Dribble's back or something) I'd honestly say high here as well. They HAVE to be together, though; one without the other is just weird, and I'd say them being separate would be low as there'd be other tough and deserving competition for one of those spaces.

9-Volt: Another notable WarioWare character! I'd say his chances are high from his notoriety, and he already got Mario's blessing (well, I assume haha) to use his likeness in the microgames; why not turn it around and throw the kid into the races?

18-Volt: Low, unfortunately. I don't see him being anywhere without 9-Volt, and with both tough competition and me not really seeing him coming in the same way via Dribble and Spitz with 9, I don't like his chances.

5-Volt: Also low. I think she's got some good popularity from being a menacing stage hazard in Smash from the Game and Wario stage and I think she's got more love from fans compared to 18 (at least from what I remember), but 9-Volt takes more priority that for the same reasons as 18, I don't see 5 getting in.

Dr. Crygor: Medium here as well. Similar reasons to Jimmy T: Think he has plenty of fans, but tough competition.

Penny: Medium-high! She came a good while after Crygor, but from what I've seen, she's become much more popular (to the point that she even got a stage and theme song where you play as only her in Get It Together) that she's got some fairly high chances, I'd say, and I feel she can stand on her own without needing her grandpa.

Mike: Low. I don't think he stands on his own very well, not to mention I don't see him taking priority over Crygor and again, tough competition.

Orbulon: Medium. He's a charming character who's got his own piggy spaceship that can easily be adapted into a kart, so I think he's got a fair chance.

Kat and Ana: Medium-low, I'd say. I can see them being together in one, but I dunno, I'm just not thinking they've got good chances compared to the veterans and other high chance characters.

Ashley: Very high. Barring biker Wario, Ashley has the best chances out of everyone here. She's not known for driving, but she's also a long-runner in the series (not the first game-long, but still very long), has a lot of love from the fans, and even seems to be in enough high standing that she got a Mystery Mushroom costume in Super Mario Maker. She didn't even have an amiibo and she got into some kind of Mario game that isn't WarioWare! She's perhaps the best example of the "tough competition" and would likely get in over the others.

Red: Low alone, but he'd probably have a good chance of being with Ashley; I kind of don't see him turning into Ashley's ride in a MK game.

Young Cricket: Medium? He's got a good amount of fans, but I dunno, he just doesn't seem like he'd overcome some of the other options.

Mantis: Low. He's highly tied to Cricket in the first place and I would not like his chances.

Lulu: That's another low. She had her time in the limelight with her introduction in Gold, but that time's since passed and from what I recall, not too many like her.

And that's my theoretical chance evaluations! Personally speaking if they do add WarioWare characters, I'd see both Biker Wario and Ashley getting in then if there's one more spot, Dribble and Spitz in one.

#WarioWare #Mario Kart #theoretical #speculation #theory #also there would be a diamond city track and a sax remix of the gba warioware theme which would be sick

[solomons-poison]

Hi Tarren! I read (and read and read and re-) your Geto Suguru + 'Sharing a kiss on new year's eve' and my oh my did it set off sparks (only good ones I promise 😉). It was a complete suprise but all the more welcomed after shedding tears from that fic which I shall not name again 😅 Now let me paint a picture for you.

12 days ago at an indeterminate time, I was listening to an old podcast that was discussing kissing at new years. I then retired for the night and began to dream. I do not remember all of the details but it was a sad dream about me struggling to make irl friends and I woke up with tears in my eyes. Wanting to take my mind off it, I decided to check my Tumblr and was met with this fic of yours 🙂

I immediately related to the reader from the get-go when they were nervous about spending time with their crush as well as worried about joining in a group that already have an established dynamic with each other. When you included the group sharing stories about encounters with weird curses, my mind went straight to that one curse suguru had that liked to kiss a lot 😂 Seeing how nothing was extremely damaged and nobody seemed to have sore feelings, I am going to assume they were not playing Mario kart 🤣 I can't think of a horror movie that would make me laugh at the monsters or the terrible sequel so I ask, what did you have in mind when writing that line? 😮

The brief cooking disaster brought me back to when my mom had something on fire on the stove (we both panicked but she was able to smother the fire) and when my dad had somehow set a part of the kitchen floor on fire (did not even realise until minutes after sitting in front of the tv when I see a flicker in the figured glass door in my peripheral vision but luckily it only was on the surface level of the floor so we lived with a kitchen that had different coloured laminated kitchen tiles till we moved out 🤔). What was your brief cooking disaster if I may ask? 😀 The group going outside for a break with sparklers and talking about a temple visit was nice but I cannot help but think satoru would go more buck wild with the fireworks. I think he would love this heart shaped one that spins and lights it behind shoko and suguru while they are focused on their sparklers 😈 (You get a cookie if you recognise the anime reference hahaha XD).

My favourite non dialogue line would have to be 'As the last minute ticked down, he looked over at you, and just that single moment of eye contact got your heart racing'. The anticipation may have been fictional but felt real to me 😊 The kiss was definitely thrilling and short lived (just like the fireworks *drum sound* ba dum tss~). Finally, I have one more question to ask before I end this feedback ask. ...What was shoko's drink choice? Okay, Talk to you later ^///^!

Haha well I had to make it up to you after making something that sad, I'm glad it was to your liking!!! And ooh sounds like this was good timing then! Definitely the three of them, Gojo and Geto and Shoko, are such an iconic trio, so I could imagine sticking a fourth person in there would be strange. But I also see Gojo and Shoko as being happy for any kind of company, the more the merrier!

Honestly they could be playing all sorts of video games. I doubt any of them had a Nintendo DS 😂 but New Super Mario Bros came out in 2006, which is when Hidden Inventory takes place! So if you want to imagine that, they could be playing that! However I do see them playing older classics too, like Pac-Man, Space Invaders, Dig Dug. Can you imagine them sharing an old Atari platform? 🤭 or maybe one of them even has a Game Boy Advance!

As for bad horror movies, I could see them watching the classics, too, particularly Shoko. After dealing with curses in real life, I feel like most movie monsters wouldn't bother them, especially older stuff with really obvious costumes and effects. But I can imagine them even watching stuff like The Ring and then trying to scare one of the others while it's playing

And oh my goodness! Honestly I wouldn't put it past the trio to accidentally cause a cooking fire. It could be anything, such as burning the food, realizing too late that they don't have enough/the right cooking utensils, don't have enough bowls, etc. So they have to use something definitely not intended for cooking

Ooh that sounds really familiar but I'm not sure on the anime :o whats the name? And haha maybe if he wasn't on school grounds, Gojo might go a little crazy with fireworks. But I'm not sure on Japan's laws on firework use, especially by regular citizens, so I wanted to be a little tame lol. And haha I wanted that little moment of tension. The last seconds of the year counting down, eye contact with your crush, and just that one little action changing everything~

I was going to say sake since she's a drinker and it's a holiday 😂 but we'll just go with some unsweetened chilled green tea, since she's not into sweets :3

#˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱ #i forgot to hit post lol

[the1975attheirverybest]

it was pretty good ngl! they brought back a lot of game references (the mechanics from mario kart) enjoyed it a lot :D

also, u can’t sleep? :O

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Mario Kart used to be one of favorite things ever growing up. Haven’t played it in aaaaagggess though. Now I kind of miss it. Haha.

Not even a little bit :( I’m not sure why. I’m normally in bed really early ugh.

#ʕ•ᴥ•ʔanon

[pepperonidk]

vii. a dream within a dream || all my love

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream ." - A Dream Within a Dream; Edgar Allan Poe

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoox f!Reader Summary:  jeon wonwoo ocassionally lives out his dream of being a hallmark holiday movie protagonist. only on weekends. Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 2.8k A/N: sometimes i think about the original plans i had for this story and i realize just how far i am from that original plan... haha this was gonna be a bucky barnes fanfic... imagine... if you ask me about my original plans i will think you're 1000% cool. ALSO I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE LATE POST. I'M BACK BABEY.

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“Wonwoo,” Mingyu sighed in frustration. “You’ve missed the freaking turn three times already. We’ve been circling this block for twenty minutes.”

“Mingyu, with all due respect, please shut up so I can see better.”

“I’ll shut up when you finally make the –” Mingyu was cut off by Wonwoo making a sharp left turn and he grabbed the handle above his window. “Oh my god, this isn’t Mario Kart, use your brakes.” 

“Well I made the turn didn’t I?” Wonwoo huffed at Mingyu as he readjusted his wheel. Thankfully, the streets weren’t too busy at this time of night. Wonwoo glanced over at Mingyu who let out a chortle of disbelief.

“I guess that’s true,” he admitted.

“So why was everyone being so weird earlier?” Wonwoo asked, referring to the weird shift in events that occurred when he stopped at Joshua’s house.

The question seemed to catch Mingyu off guard as he let out a surprised cough. “Weird? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about why Seungkwan seemed to be hauling your ass to the front door, and how Seokmin suddenly got food poisoning less than half an hour after I called him,” Wonwoo said flatly, glancing over at Mingyu, who was staring outside of the window, pretending to be interested in the empty and clear night sky.

“Oh that? You know Seokmin has IBS, he’s really sensitive about it,” Mingyu replied a little too quickly.

“Okay…” Wonwoo dragged out. He very well knew that Seokmin did not have irritable bowel syndrome, having eaten many meals with him. 

Mingyu turned back around to face him. “Why did you only ask Seungkwan and Seokmin to go with you?” he asked in return.

Now it was Wonwoo who was caught off guard. “Well, they’re uh… they’re the most entertaining people to roadtrip with.” The words left his mouth a little too quickly and Mingyu responded with an unconvinced nod.

“Oh, I’m sure Soonyoung would be happy to hear that,” Mingyu teased. Wonwoo rolled his eyes with a huff. 

“What are you doing right now?” Wonwoo asked as he noticed Mingyu rummaging through the glove compartment of his car.

“Looking for snacks,” Mingyu replied, as if it was obvious. “I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner.” As if on cue, Wonwoo’s own stomach began to rumble. He hadn’t really had the chance to eat all day, choosing to spend all of his time planning this surprise rather than making meals. He was slightly annoyed, but saw that they managed to make up for some time and had a bit of lee-way before they needed to be at the airport.

Without looking down, he reached down and handed his phone to Mingyu. “Look for a fast-food place and we can grab something to eat.” Mingyu hummed in response, unlocking Wonwoo’s phone.

“Uh, Wonwoo,,” Mingyu announced, looking up from the phone with a hint of panic. “You have a lot of missed messages and calls from your roomie.”

“Shit,” Wonwoo cursed under his breath. At the next stoplight, he grabbed his phone back to check the messages, and sure enough, there was a slew of notifications all from you. 

neighbor 💩 (8:10 p.m.): wonu where r u rn

neighbor💩  (8:10 p.m.): if you’re out can u pick up mcdonald’s pls, i’m craving chicken nuggets

neighbor💩  (8:13 p.m.): nvm, i think i actually want taco bell

neighbor💩  (8:15 p.m.): OR ACTUALLY, isn’t it guy’s night? Can u bring home some of the soup jun makes? it’s the only thing keeping me sane rn

neighbor💩  (8:35 p.m.): Why is my dad calling and asking me where you are

neighbor💩  (8:37 p.m.): Why is Seokmin saying you’re not at Joshua’s house and that you and Mingyu are taking a roadtrip together

neighbor💩  (8:39 p.m.): if you are with Mingyu tell him to answer his phone before I find him and leave him stranded in the woods myself

(3) Missed calls from neighbor💩 8:40 p.m.

Neighbor 💩  (8:50 p.m.): wonwoo i swear to god… i can’t believe you didn’t tell me my dad’s coming in!!

Neighbor 💩  (8:51 p.m.): u better be driving safe… that’s precious cargo

Neighbor 💩  (8:52 p.m.): anyway i haven’t decided if i’m mad or happy that you planned this whole thing without telling me… find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z

“By any chance,” Mingyu started sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his own phone. “Is this supposed to be a surprise?”

“That’s correct,” Wonwoo confessed, setting his phone down as the light turned green once again. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Well, not anymore,” Mingyu said sheepishly. 

Wonwoo looked at him, eyes wide with panic. “You told her?” He asked loudly.

Mingyu raised his hands in defense. “I didn’t know! You know I’m terrible with secrets,” he pouted. 

Wonwoo took a deep breath, calming himself down. “It’s fine,” he said. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s fine. It’s fine right?” 

Mingyu nodded back. “It’ll be fine,” he echoed. “At least we’re almost there.”

After a half an hour, the boys finally arrived at the airport.

They were greeted by the familiar figure waiting at the curb with an excited smile and a friendly wave. As Wonwoo pulled the car into a stop, he took a deep breath before getting out of the car to help his guest load into the car.

“Wonwoo!” your dad exclaimed as he pulled him into a warm hug that Wonwoo wasn’t really expecting. “Nice to see you.” He peeked over Wonwoo’s shoulder to see Mingyu waving to him from the passenger’s seat.

“Mingyu, is that you?” He asked with a cheerful smile as Mingyu nodded sheepishly. He too received a hug through the window, before entering the car himself.

As they headed home, the three boys in the car found themselves in pleasant conversation as they caught up on life.

“How’s your application going, Mingyu?” Your father asked from the back seat.

Mingyu hesitated, looking out the window as he finally answered. “I uh, I sent it in last month. Just waiting to hear back from them.”

As if noticing a shift in Mingyu’s demeanor, he switched his focus to the boy in the driver’s seat. “What about you, Wonwoo? What are your plans for next year?”

Just like Mingyu, Wonwoo hesitated before answering. “I think I’m going into education,” he exclaimed, as if the words surprised him as well.

“Oh education?” Your dad hummed thoughtfully. “Your dad always thought you would go into engineering or something science-y. What made you decide on education?” 

Wonwoo smiled as he replied. “A good talk with a good friend.” He didn’t miss the way Mingyu looked at him with an eyebrow raised, but decided not to mention it.

An hour later, Wonwoo pulled into the driveway and put his car in park. He hadn’t even opened his door before the back seat passenger door was being swung open and he heard your voice ring in his ear.

“Dad!” you called, pulling him out of the car and into a warm embrace. As Mingyu and Wonwoo got out of the car you immediately latched on to both of them as well, surprising Wonwoo. Maybe hugging runs in the family? He thought.

“Wonwoo,” you said firmly, now pulling away from him. Your eyebrows were furrowed together and your eyes looked glassy and— were you mad?

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m— I thought it would be a cool surprise and I—” 

“Why are you apologizing?” You asked incredulously. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Now you had wrapped him into another hug, but Wonwoo let himself relax, relieved that you weren’t pissed off at him.

Before he could say anything else, you had already moved on to Mingyu, joking with him about how he sucks at keeping a secret, and inviting him to stay just a little bit longer before heading home. Mingyu nodded sheepishly, even after seeing the 11:57 p.m. blare at him from his phone screen as he checked the time. 

Wonwoo bit the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself that it was weird for him to find your mix of emotions and giddy excitement so endearing. However, he found himself still leaning against the car, in awe that he managed to pull this surprise off. Part of him felt like the protagonist of a Hallmark Christmas movie, moving heaven and earth for the girl he lo– 

Wonwoo let out a cough, not letting himself finish the thought.

As he watched you drag Mingyu into the house, Wonwoo found himself alone with your dad who was still gathering the last of his things from the trunk.

“Oh, let me get that for you,” Wonwoo insisted as he grabbed one of the bags. 

Your dad thanked him as he shut the trunk, turning to face Wonwoo but making no effort to move toward the door of the house.

“Wonwoo,” he called, his voice much softer than it was at the airport. “I’m guessing she’s the ‘good friend?’” he pat Wonwoo on the shoulder as he nodded sheepishly, looking down at the ground.

“Let me give you some advice, kiddo. Don’t think too much, life is so much better when you don’t.” With that, he also made his way inside, leaving Wonwoo alone in the icy chill of the night. 

What did he mean by that? Wonwoo thought. I think a healthy amount, no more and no less, in fact, if I wanted to stop thinking right now I could. See? I did it. For a whole 5 seconds I stopped thinking. Or maybe he—

“Penny for your thoughts?” Wonwoo’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. You walked over to where he was leaning against the hood of the car, looking into the night sky. 

“I’m not really thinking about anything,” Wonwoo shook his head. “At least, nothing important.”

He looked down as you handed him a blanket. 

“Well if you’re gonna sit here and think about nothing important, you should at least stay warm,” He unraveled the blanket, placing one side around his shoulders and extending his arm as an invitation.

“Join me for a bit?” Wonwoo surprised himself as he asked the question, and had to resist the urge to tense up when you shifted closer and allowed him to wrap the other side of the blanket around your shoulder. 

Thankfully, the silence that followed was peaceful, and when you broke it with a quiet voice, he found himself leaning closer to hear you.

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

“For what?” He asked, giving you a gentle nudge, inviting you to speak up.

“For everything,” you answered. “For every late night study session, for bringing me back tea and croissants when you go to the cafe, for bringing my dad here. I feel like you’ve done so much for me, and I’ve just been kind of… a parasite since the beginning.”

Wonwoo felt his heart lurch at your words. A parasite? How could you think of yourself that way?

Your father’s words echoed in his head once again. Stop thinking so much, he told himself.

So he turned to you, and told you exactly how he felt. “You’re not a parasite, you’re a catalyst.”

You scoffed out a laugh, playfully punching him on the shoulder. “What does that mean?”

Wonwoo rubbed his arm, pretending to be in pain as you rolled your eyes at him. “It means,” he began. “That the moment you walked through that door, everything changed.”

“For the better, I hope,” you added.

“Well, for reference, I was finally invited to one of Seungkwan’s exclusive karaoke parties. He said I’m a lot more fun these days. I even sang a song.”

You raised your eyebrow at him in curiosity. “Oh? What song?”

He shook his head, refusing to tell you, until you poked his side and he all but fell. “I am the Best by 2NE1,” he admitted in embarrassment. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing, I didn’t laugh,” you said with your lips pursed tightly together, trying hard to fight a chuckle. “What did you score?”

“100.”

“No way.” 

Wonwoo nodded sheepishly as you finally let out your laughter.

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” you relented. “The Wonwoo I met in August would have vomited at the thought. I guess I may have rubbed off on you a little.”

“See? This is a symbiotic relationship.” Wonwoo chuckled.

“Alright, alright,” you relented, pulling the blanket off yourself and turning to extend your hand to Wonwoo. “Now let’s head inside so we don’t freeze.”

A cozy meal and a few board games later, the clock read 4 a.m. and everyone was starting to lose it. Your dad had turned in two hours ago, after the first round of Monopoly ended with you claiming total domination and Mingyu and Wonwoo going bankrupt. After you begged your father to stay up, he promised he would only take a nap and that he’d be up by seven a.m. to get breakfast with you.

Still full of energy from the day’s excitement, you forced Mingyu and Wonwoo to stay up with you to play a round of Catan, only for you to be falling asleep halfway through it. 

“Mingyu,” Wonwoo groaned sleepily as he lazily dropped the dice out of his hands. “Make us more coffee–”

He was cut off by Mingyu slapping his hand over his mouth. “Shhh.” Wonwoo sat up and slapped his hand away. “She’s finally knocked out.”

Sure enough, your soft snores were coming from the couch as you lay there peacefully, giving Wonwoo and Mingyu time to finally escape. Mingyu got up first, trying his best to move silently.

“I’m gonna make a cup of coffee before I head out,” Mingyu whispered to Wonwoo who nodded.

As Mingyu headed to the kitchen, Wonwoo tried to stand up carefully from his spot on the floor in front of the couch you were on. He didn’t make it very far before he heard you.

“Stay?” your voice came out with the softest puff of air, and he wondered if he imagined it.

If Wonwoo had any more self control, he would have walked away.

But when you reached your hand out in search of his, how could he bring himself to leave?

So instead he knelt back down beside you and decided that once again, he would stop thinking and let himself be in the moment. And in that moment, he was well aware of how his heart hammered against his chest and how his lips were quirked into a smile. Have you always been cute, or was the lack of sleep finally getting to him? Chalking it up to his sleepy deliriousness, he allowed himself to be just a little reckless. 

He looked down at where your hand was still in his, and with his free hand reached up to brush a hair out of your face, his hand freezing when he felt your hand twitch in his. Your face grimaced just a little bit at the disturbance and he finally let out a breath when it settled back into a look of peace. 

“Sleep well,” he whispered out before giving your hand one final squeeze as he pulled away, taking note of how cold his hands suddenly felt. He balled his hand into a fist and quickly opened it again, aware of all the blood rushing back into his fingertips. 

As he stood to drape a blanket over your sleeping figure, he noticed Mingyu had returned from the kitchen.

“She’s out,” Wonwoo informed Mingyu who nodded back absent-mindedly, not quite looking at him. “Do you want a ride back to Joshua’s?” 

“Hmm?” Mingyu hummed before finally turning to Wonwoo. “Oh, no it’s fine, it’s a short walk and the weather is nice tonight.”

“You sure?” Wonwoo asked with his hands in his pockets, stifling a yawn.

“Yeah,” Mingyu nodded back with a small smile. “The coffee woke me up.” 

Wonwoo relented and walked Mingyu to the door before finally making his way into his own bed. Against his better judgment, he found himself replaying the few minutes you sat outside with him, looking at the stars. 

He let out a sigh, reaching for the book that rested on his side table, Pride and Prejudice, untouched since the day he read it at the cafe. However, he did not grab the book itself, but rather the bookmark that kept his page – a pink envelope still sealed, addressed to him. 

Maybe one day I’ll open it, he thought to himself. But not today. 

And with that, Wonwoo slipped into a deep slumber. 

Maybe I’ll dream of you.

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[hi-im-greenjunipertree]

His Fetchers were playing Mario Kart and one of them threw a banana peel off the track. I wonder who did that... (Maybe Chet secretly did that)

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[adazzlinggirl]

A basic introduction to Genzuki Tojiro (Nijisanji Vtuber)

*DISCLAIMER: this is just a silly little post to introduce more people to my recent hyperfixation, so all opinions are my own and are silly jokes based on the few months I have been a fan. Also I don't own any of the videos I have hyperlinked, all credit goes to their publishers. I have tried to find clips with eng subs. Also I have used he/him pronouns for Genzuki in this post as this is what I see him referred to most often in English. However, he has stated in videos that his gender is simply 'Genzuki' so they/them is also probably appropriate? If anyone has any insight into this let me knoww*

Genzuki Tojiro (弦月藤士郎) - debut: 4th April 2020 Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGw7lrT-rVZCWHfdG9Frcgg

Genzuki Tojiro debuted with 2 other Nijisanji members, Kaida Haru and Nagao Kei, to make up the unit 'VALZ'.

In general Genzuki is a chatty, hyperactive cutie. Although sometimes compared to Kaida and Nagao it can seem like he is fairly "normal", he has his own brand of chaos - such as turning his mic to the lowest sensitivity and screaming for an entire stream.

Genzuki most often does chatty streams, plays video games or sings covers (especially Vocaloid).

Genzuki is a musical genius - he can sing really well and play many instruments - on streams he has played piano and the recorder! He also composes music and has written and mixed songs including for other livers.

His voice range is incredibly impressive: he can speak and sing very high pitched and also very low pitched. His high pitched voice often surprises other livers (Kuzuha, general livers). Because of his voice range, he is really good at impressions of other livers and fictional characters.

Genzuki says fuck gender norms. He openly talks about how he likes cosmetics and clothes ("I'm going to become Mr Underwear" haha). Earlier this year he created an "idol group" with Ryushen and Aiba Uiha called 'Gojira Harrassment' and released a really good song called 'Full Power Boomerang' where he sung in a very high pitched voice and wore a jump suit dress and afterwards talked on stream about how people should be able to wear whatever they want regardless of gender (we stan)

Some more random clips I like a lot are: -"IT'S GENZUKI TOJIRO. NOT GENTSUKI TOSHIRO. OI KENMOCHI SAN". -Slowly losing his mind playing Mario Kart doing funny voices when he goes below 6th place -Getting a full combo in a rhythm game.... With his eyes closed -Him talking in English (his English is so cute!) -Talking and singing in falsetto voice for a whole stream -Playing Apex with Akina and Mayuzumi

Thank you for reading this long post about Genzuki! Genzuki has less English clips compared to the other members of VALZ which makes me sad because my boy deserves all the love. If I’ve made any mistakes, or you have any questions or things to add, feel free to let me know!! This completes my brief introductions of VALZ, my favourite vtubers, but I will probably do a few more for some other Nijisanji members (e.g. I have Kuzuha and Kanae ones planned but since those 2 are way more popular and have been active for longer than VALZ I have a lot more videos to work through to decide which would be best for a brief intro).

#vtube #vtuber #nijisanji #genzuki tojiro #valz #virtual youtuber

[starglossie]

HINAYACHI NATION WE RISE!!! [ read here: we make a sunset, you and i ]

Summary: Yachi loves highlighters. They're perfect for when she's taking notes. But her one orange highlighter just doesn't sit right. It's not the right shade of orange. And she can't really place what shade she's looking for until she spots Hinata. And when she does, she thinks:Yes, that's it. That's the perfect shade.

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Yachi loved highlighters. 

Especially the pastel kind! They were the right shade of pink and blue and purple and yellow. A soft brightness that sat well on her paper when she dragged the felt tip across a certain word to make it pop. 

She’d always been into color coding her notes. Colors were a great way to organize things. Blue for definitions. Greens for important takeaways. Pinks for material that will definitely be tested on an exam. Colors made sense. 

Every so often she’d start vibing with a certain color. Some days her reading notes were more baby pink than sky blue. Or dewy green compared to lilac purple. Now, she found herself leaning towards her orange highlighter more. Though she quickly discovered, as she highlighted her notes in class and frowned deeply when the shade of orange wasn’t dark enough, that the shade simply wasn’t… right.

“Yachi!” 

Yachi looked up from her notes. Hinata sat in the chair in front of her desk, resting his elbows on her desk. The sun was streaming boldly through the window, illuminating Hinata’s face and making his hair extra prominent in Yachi’s eyes. A fiery mass of orange. So bright you could never miss it. 

That’s the right shade , she thought. Looking down at her orange highlighter that paled in comparison. If she could find a highlighter like Hinata’s hair. She’d be golden. Or, ha, orange . She laughed at her own little joke. Hinata scrunched his face in return. 

“Whatcha laughing at?”

“Oh! Nothing,” she kicked her feet under her desk. A soft, rosey red bloomed on her cheeks. She could never share that joke. She’d combust from the embarrassment alone. “Is everything alright, Hinata?”

“No! We have a test coming up!” Yachi couldn’t but smile despite Hinata’s clear distress. Tests were not Hinata’s strong suit in the slightest. Though he was incredibly determined with his studying-or he tried to be, Yachi would give him kudos where kudos were due.  

“Ah right...” she opened up her planner. It had bright sunflowers on the front and her name engraved in white. She flipped to March’s calendar where, two weeks from now, she had circled in bright pink EXAM TODAY! “I was going to text you about when you’d like to meet and study! I already started compiling a notebook for you…” 

“Really?” Hinata’s eyes widened. They were so bright, Yachi thought they could have been covered with stars. “ Yachi, you’re incredible!” 

Heat rose under her cheeks. She wanted to say this was nothing special. That the word incredible shouldn’t be used for something that, to her, was the natural course of things. Of course she’d make a notebook for him. She’d been doing that for years. And she enjoyed the little rush she got when she placed the tabs just right and when she created the perfect outline that aligned with the way Hinata best broke down information. 

But for Hinata to think she’s incredible, all the same, a pleasant heat pooled under her skin that mirrored the baking warmth you get sitting under the sun at the beach for a few hours. 

“Oh it’s nothing, really,” she said, popping the cap of her highlighter up than clicking it down. “We can review during lunchtime? Or maybe after practice if you’re not too tired?” 

They were third years now. And every time Yachi thought about how two years had passed since she joined the volleyball club, awe and a little bit of sadness washed over her. She never pictured her high school life surrounding the sport and now, she couldn’t imagine what her high school life would have been like if she hadn’t joined. 

She would open her journals sometimes. The ones she kept to write down how her day went, to give gratitude, to scribble down little prayers when they popped into her mind-for good health, for a meteor to not crash into her roof, for her mother’s happiness, to maybe fall in love-and read back over what she wrote. She’d grown so much and to just see that progress was sometimes unbelievable. But in such a good way. Like watching a plant go from a bud to full bloom. 

She felt like she had bloomed, or well-was in the process of blooming. And she had to thank volleyball for that. For bringing her to the people that helped her grow. 

“Hmmm,” Hinata hummed. He rubbed at his nose in thought. “Let’s do it after practice! ‘Cause I can’t eat and study at the same time. I’ll be way too focused on eating. Not so much on studying, haha.” 

Hinata and Yachi had grown close over the years. They’d been in the same class all three years, while Kageyama got placed in class with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima (much to Tsukishima’s unbridled annoyance and Yamaguchi’s unashamed delight). Hinata’s response made Yachi smile. She expected that to be the answer. And opened her planner so she could write down Studying with Hinata!! In her favorite blue gel pen. 

“Yachi you have so many pens and pencils and highlighters. Aren’t you overwhelmed?”

She slid her gel pen back into her pencil pouch purely for gel pens. “Oh! No not at all. I like having so many colors. I find it’s fun to pick and choose which one I want to use for notes.”

“Oh yeah! They’re kind of like, a mood ring, but not really. More like, mood… coloring? Something like that!” he finished with a laugh. And if it were anyone else in the world, Yachi might have felt like they said that just to humor her. But Hinata never said something he didn’t mean. He always spoke purely, from his heart. And that always made Yachi feel comfortable being her whole self. Illuminated in the glow that was Hinata Shouyou. 

I wish I could find an orange highlighter that’s the shade of his hair, she thought. “Mood coloring! Hm yeah, that makes sense! Because sometimes I really want to use a pink highlighter because I’m feeling that particular shade!” she pulled out a soft, rosey pink highlighter. The color of cotton candy and then slipped it back into the pouch. “Or sometimes I’m in a minty green kind of mood!” she pulled out another highlighter for reference. 

Hinata looked at her as if she was pulling out magical wands that sparkled and created starlights at their tips. “These are the coolest colors!” he reached for her hand, their fingers brushed. And as if she were shocked, she gasped. Dropping her highlighter to the table. It clattered softly onto her open notebook. “Ah, I’m sorry Yachi.” Hinata frowned, looking apologetic. 

“N-No!” she was quick to correct. He had to know that he wasn’t at fault. That the electricity generated that shocked her fingers and made her pulse quicken was a newly crafted design that had, like her blooming, steadily grown over the years to this moment. “It was just a little static shock as all! It happens, haha.” she reached for her highlighter. Her cheeks burned. 

In her journals, she had started writing out a name. And sometimes, that name had a few hearts beside it. 

She was terribly infatuated, she realized every time she stared down at the suddenly not so blank page covered in that name with so many hearts . 

Hinata fixed her with that same look he got when he was picking someone apart and wasn’t ashamed for you to realize he was doing so. It only lasted a second. Then, he was smiling again. A slow smile, and he leaned forward, his voice softer. 

“Can you show me where you get those highlighters? Maybe after school before we start studying?” 

Oh goodness is this a date? Her mind conjured with a swiftness. No! Hitoka! Do not jump to such conclusions! He’s your friend-one of your best friends. It’s just a friendly thing. And sure it’s happening on a date of the week but that doesn’t mean- 

“Yes!” she tapped her feet on the ground with excitement, nodding fervently. “Yes that’s perfect!”

“Great! Sounds good then!” 

Hinata jumped up just as his name was called. Kageyama was at the door. Hinata pointed a finger at him. “Kageyama! You came early! I’m ready to kick your ass if you’re ready to get your ass kicked!” 

“Stupid, I’m gonna win. Hi Yachi,” Kageyama waved at Yachi. Yachi beamed, waving in return. ”I’ve been stretching all morning during class. My long jump is going to beat yours hands. No. Legs down.”

Another thing Yachi had gained over the years was the ability to understand the secret language that was Hinata and Kageyama’s dynamic. Honestly, once you understood that they made a competition out of everything, filling in the gaps came easily after that. 

“What’s the competition this time?” Yachi chuckled, putting her planner back into her bag. 

“Kageyama and I are gonna see who has the best long jump!” Hinata explained. “I won last time but Kageyama’s a sore loser so we gotta do it again.” 

“I’m not! My legs weren’t at maximum stretch, that’s all.”

“What are you, Luffy? Are you going to try and find One Piece next?” Hinata asked, running through the classroom to get to Kageyama. Waving by to the students who called out to him as he did. 

The last thing Yachi heard as they left the classroom was Kageyma ask, “The fuck is a One Piece?” 

  /

  After practice, Yachi had a routine.

First, she gathered up all the balls with the help of her volleyball players and put them all away. Then, she took down the nets and rolled them up to be carried into the practice shed. She liked to imagine they were giant pieces of dough she was rolling up for cannolis. Afterwards she liked to clean the gym floors. She didn’t have to, but she wanted to. It was a nice feeling. Getting the giant mop and pushing it through the gym, up and down. She would pretend that she was in Mario Kart and her car was a giant, turbine-powered mop that could zoom lightning fast down the track! 

After she finished mopping, she would go through every single volleyball and squeeze it exactly six times (one for every letter of her name) to check the air pressure. If a volleyball was flat, she’d pump it up until it was all full and no flat. Sometimes, when she thought no one was looking (and she always checked her surroundings three times) she’d try to hit a few balls over the net. Over the years, she’d gotten better! And could not do a solid overhand serve with little to no effort. Her hand always tingled after the ball connected with her palm. But she rather liked the feeling. And she always clutched her palm tightly as if she were holding a fallen star in her hand. To make the sting hold on a little longer. To keep the moment from fading away… 

She threw another volleyball up in the air. Just to feel the tingle again. 

“YACHI, YOU’RE STILL HERE!”  

The ball dropped onto her head, sending a brief bout of pain down her neck and spine. “GAH!” the ball bounced onto the floor two… six… eight times before it rolled all the way to Hinata’s feet. “Ow! Ow! Ah… H-Hinata?” she felt heat swarm her neck and dominated her cheeks. Aw man.. She had hoped no one would have been around! 

Hinata leaned down and picked up the ball. Holding it out with one palm, grinning to himself. He walked over to Yachi and held the ball with two hands. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya! Were you practicing your serve? I can receive some if you want!”

“No! No no I was just… playing around, haha.” Hinata’s receives were really something to witness though. They were beautiful in their own way. How he moved with a sharpened, feral precision to meet the ball wherever it was aimed time and time again without fail. Yachi could never tear her eyes away from Hinata once he stepped on the court. 

He was her favorite player to watch. 

“Ah, another time then. Are you almost done here?”

“Almost! We’re still going to the store, right?” 

“Yeah! To get those highlighters you use! I wanna get like, thirty .” Hinata dropped the volleyball and started dribbling it with his knees. “Um wait. I should check my allowance first. But thirty would be nice.”

“We can do ten to start,” Yachi offered with a smile, watching Hinata play with the ball like it’s a part of him - a piece of his energy. “I already have a pack of mind.” 

She hoped she could find an orange highlighter while they were out too. One that was as bright as Hinata’s hair in the late afternoon sunlight that crept into the gym through the windows. Hinata smiled at her wide and the wind got knocked out of her. Her heart clenched fiercely and when Hinata put the ball away in the ball crate beside Yachi, she inhaled sharply. 

“Yachi, has anyone told you how you’re so... ?” Hinata’s not looking at her. His hands were deep in the ball crate as he put away the remaining volleyballs Yachi hadn’t finished storing yet. “What’s the word? Not just kind-which you are. But you’re so… oh!” he turned his head and it was like daybreak bloomed in that very moment. “Thoughtful. Like, the most thoughtful person I know cause you’re always considering and thinking about others-even for the smallest of things.”

The blood in Yachi roared. Her heart squeezed something terrible. Hinata was going on about how Yachi had so many thoughts about other people he wondered how anyone could ever feel lonely or forgotten when Yachi was there. To consider them and acknowledge them and give them space. He went on about how her brain must be so big because it carried so many thoughts and how her heart must be so large because it cared for people without hesitation. 

“It’s why you’re such a good manager!” Hinata said with a sense of finality to his words. “All these years you’ve been taking care of us and I speak for everyone-even Kageyama but he’s shy so he’ll never admit this-when I say you’re irreplaceable. One of a kin-are you crying?”

Yachi was, in fact, crying. Hot pools of tears that were flowing down her face without stopping. “Ah! I’m crying!” She gasped. No no no. Why was she crying? No, no her tears weren’t hormones going wild. Or from her usual bout of a fifteen minute stress cry followed by a forty five minute power walk that concluded with a ten minute ice cream break after. 

No, her tears were from the praises of sunlight Hinata had basked her in. 

She wiped at her face furiously, sniffling as she did. Hinata was fussing. Waving his arms around wildly. His face was as red and maybe as scorched as hers felt. 

“I’m sorry!!! I didn’t mean to compliment you to tears!”

“No it’s okay!!! I didn’t mean to cry from your compliments!!! They were very nice!”

“Do you need a tissue? I have a pack of two with cats on them that I use for Natsu sometimes!”

“Yes I’d like one of your packs of tissues you use for Natsu sometimes I also like cats!”

“Ok!” Hinata pulled out a pack of tissues, the ones with the cats on them, and handed them to Yachi.

She took the pack and a tissue to wipe at her eyes and blow her nose. She put the pack in one pocket and then the used tissue in the other-that she’d throw out later, of course. A beat of silence passed between them. Yachi glanced up shyly at Hinata. Hinata glanced down shyly at her. 

They both bursted out in laughter. 

“Let’s go to the store!” Hinata said. 

Yachi nodded, “To the store!” 

  /

“So you use post-it notes to take notes…”

“Sometimes! Or I’ll use it for book marks or to tab important sections to go back for review.”

“Huh,” Hinata said, holding up two packs of post-it notes. One had a stack of green, orange, and yellow. Another had a stack of blue, pink and purple. “I’ve always used them to make little paper frogs.” 

Yachi snorted. “Well that’s definitely a good use for it…” they had spent about an hour or so at the stationary store. 

Their game plan was to buy the highlighters so they could use it for their study session. But then Hinata got distracted looking at all the notebooks with designs on the cover. 

“A purple tiger! Wait, that’s Mahou Ranger Blue! WAIT A MINUTE IS THAT A COW?” 

And Yachi, of course, followed along. She pointed out some of her own favorites from the stack. A sunflower cover. A panda cover. And one special notebook that you could design the front yourself that came with a small pack of markers attached. 

Hinata then discovered the wonderful world of stickers and now, in the little basket Yachi had the sound mind to grab once Hinata started pulling object after object from the shelves, was filled with seven sticker packs, two notebooks, and three rolls of washi tape. 

“This place is so cool…” Hinata was awestruck as he dropped the post-it note packs with orange and yellow into the basket. “Do you come here often?”

“Sometimes,” Yachi tapped her fingers on the top of her knees. “When I need to restock. Or when I need to self-care and indulge. Or uh, when I’m bored.”

Hinata nodded several times, “I don’t even know where I’m going to put all those stickers… maybe on Kageyama and have him freak out about where they came from.”

“That would be very chaotic.”

“Hehe, right! Oh yeah, the highlighters. We didn’t get the highlighters!”

“They’re over there,” Yachi pointed at the aisle with a sign saying HIGHLIGHTERS written in bright colors. “There’s a whole section for them.”

“A WHOLE section,” he sounded like a kid in a candy store who was given permission to go wild. “Let’s go!” 

They went through every section of the highlighter aisle. Hinata was enamored by all the colors. “There’s ten shades of purple how is that even possible !” and “Wait this is literally the color of the sky I love this shade of blue!” and “Oh my God why would they make a highlighter that’s turd colored aren’t they ashamed? Don’t their parents love them?”

Yachi laughed so hard her sides hurt. Hinata was enjoyment incarnate. Being with him was fun, always. She never got bored or tired or felt like she had to work hard to fill in a space of silence when she was with Hinata. He made it feel like gaps were easier to fill. Like moments were more memorable. Like conversations just held more weight when Hinata Shouyou was on the other end of the line. 

She kept glancing at Hinata’s hair as he tested every single highlighter he could on the test paper. The bright mound of orange that looked like untamed fire. She wondered how soft it was. If he used any special type of shampoo. If he could tie it into a pony tail now because it had grown much, much longer since they were first years. She wondered if he would let her put it into a ponytail. She wondered if the gaps between her fingers would be wide enough for his hair to slide through as she curled her hands into his hair while they-

“Yachi look!” Hinata was holding up a yellow highlighter. He put it close enough to her face and stuck out his tongue in thought. Eyes narrowed in concentration and zeroed in right on her. Making Yachi stand a little straighter. “Oh yeah… this is the perfect shade.”

“The perfect shade for what?” 

“It matches your hair! This yellow, I mean.” Hinata explained. He took one of the test papers that was blank and ripped it out of the notebook. With a flick of his thumb, he uncapped the marker and drew a thick, bold line of yellow onto the page. “See? It’s just like your hair. Don’t ya think?”

Yachi’s fingers found themselves to the end of her ponytails. Pulling slightly so she could get a better look. She did a double take. Her heart skipped double beats. “Oh… it does. It does!” 

“Hehehe, I’m gonna get it.” he dropped the highlighter in the basket. The only highlighter out of all the ones he tested out. “Ok. Did you find a color yet?”

“You’re only getting… this one?” Yachi’s not sure how to take that. But then, it’s Hinata. He’s simply complicated sometimes. 

“Mhm. That’s the one. I like it the best.” and her mind filled in the blanks that weren’t there. Put in the puzzle pieces to fit so the conclusion was he liked that highlighter the best because it reminded him of her (hair color, her mind provided. Not you specifically. Does the distinction even matter! ). 

“Ah for me… I…” slowly, she kept walking down the aisle. Hinata trailing behind her. Head turning on either side, searching and gazing until-”Oh! That one!” she pointed at an orange highlighter at the top of the shelf. She stood on her tiptoes but her fingers were a few inches short. 

“Here,” Hinata was behind her. His chest to her back. His heat a warm blanket that drowned her in the fantasy of the shelves replaced by a kitchen counter and a cabinet. Their own little apartment instead of the stationary shop. Intimacy and familiarity humming between the small distance between their bodies. And Yachi would turn. Turn around and look up at Hinata and see the curve of his chin. See the slope of his collarbone that would slip into the crook of his shirt collar. And when Hinata would tilt down, and their eyes would meet, and Yachi would swoon because being so close she can drown in his scent. And she’d reach up onto her tip toes to-

“The highlighter,” Hinata’s heat was gone. The highlighter was now in her face while Hinata grinned. “My super reach was able to grab it no problems! Here ya go.”

An orange the color of Hinata’s hair. Where she could use it whenever she felt a yearning in her chest and could reach into her pencil pouch. Pull out the highlighter. And find words in one of her novels that made her heart twinge the same tune and level of longing she felt whenever she overheard Hinata’s laugh or had his smile directed at her. Her Hinata orange. 

She reached out to grab the pencil. Their fingers brushed briefly. A warm spark that went right to her toes. 

“Thank you,” she said, curling her fingers around the highlighter in a silent prayer before dropping it into the basket. “I’ve been looking for a shade like that for a long time. The right kind of orange!” her throat feels dry. Her chest is throbbing something horrible. 

“Oh? Why’s that?”

She thought about the yellow highlighter laying underneath the orange one in her basket. How Hinata said this is perfect - because it’s like your hair. She swallowed past the nerves in her throat. 

“It reminds me of… you. Your hair,” she quickly tacked on. 

Hinata doesn’t move. And that put her on alarm because Hinata was always moving. His stillness was a sign of the unexpected coming. 

And when it came, it stole the last remnants of her heart that was untouched by this feeling, taking control of her body and conquering it in the name of Hinata Shouyou.

His smile was bold and brilliant and bright. Wide as a watermelon. As dazzling as star bright. His face was red. Red to his cheeks and his chin and the tip of his nose-all red and covered in a blush. He laughed, and it was a little off kilter. A little high pitched in the middle but leveled off at the ends. 

“Yeah?” he rubbed at the bottom of his nose. “Heh...hehe…”

“Hehe...hehehe…”

“Hehehehehehe.”

“Heheheehehhee.”

  / 

  Yachi set down a tray of juice and some snacks on the table made after Hinata had pushed aside their revision materials to make space. She laughed, finding Hinata with his cheek smushed against the table. His eyebrows knitted so deeply together they’d probably become a blanket. 

“Hi. Are you tired?” she asked, kneeling on her pillow. 

“When I close my eyes all I see are multiplication signs and equal signs… it’s horrible!”

“Have you tried opening your eyes?”

“It’s no difference cause it’s right on the page!” 

They’d been studying for a good chunk of the evening. Nearly everyday after school they’d come back to Yachi’s place to study. Their exam was at the end of the month. And they had about another week or so to prepare. Yachi, thankfully, had notebooks organized and compiled by subject and tabbed accordingly by the topic of said subject ready to go for revision. Hinata had to play catch up. But Yachi had seen this coming. So she made brief, outlined notes for Hinata that he could use as a foundation to fill in the gaps. 

“Yachi…” Hinata had sniffled, clutching the review materials to his chest. “Yachi I’d die for you.”

“Please don’t!” Yachi waved her hands in front of her face frantically. “My 27th fear is being the cause of someone’s death!” 

The sun sat heavy and rested in the middle of the sky. After doing four rounds of twenty-five minutes on, they now could spend thirty minutes on a break. Something Hinata was incredibly happy about reaching. 

Yachi wiggled her toes in her socks, staring down at the crown of Hinata’s hair. I want to touch it. 

“Is it making sense?” she asked instead. 

“Mmmmm, slowly.” Hinata yawned. “I dunno if I have another twenty-five minutes in me though.”

“We did study a lot,” wiggle wiggle. “We could call it a day after we review that one problem you were struggling with?” she glanced towards her window. “So you can go home before it gets dark.” 

“Ughhhhhh,” Hinata pushed himself up to a sitting position. Raising his arms high above his head. Yachi caught a bit of his stomach peaking out from under his shirt and immediately shot her gaze back to their work. “Ok. That sounds good. Teach away, Yachi!”

So she did. She broke down the problem into walkable steps. And demonstrated the method for doing so. Hinata watched with the same intensity he had when he was watching someone pull off a move before he replicated it with near perfection shortly afterwards. He followed her pen strokes. Her pointing. And when she capped her orange highlighter to make an emphasis on one of the steps, he grinned. 

“Oh hey. Nice highlighter,” he reached behind him and pulled out from his back pocket his yellow highlighter. He tapped his highlighter against Yachi’s. “They look kinda cool together, don’t ya think? Like they compliment each other.”

We do, don’t we ? 

“Yeah,” Yachi replied dreamily. She snapped herself back into focus, though, before her thoughts went ahead of her. “Do you want to try the problem? If you get stuck on a step you can use your highlighter to mark it.”

“Good idea!” Hinata went to work. Face molded in concentration. His shoulders hunched. The hum of Yachi’s fan played in the background to the sound of Hinata scratching his notes down. She reached out for her drink. Hoping the sweetness of the lemonade would cool her thoughts. Of how often they were alone together. How her friends were always asking Hinata-san’s going home with you again, huh? And how many times she’d laugh it off and dimississ it saying We’re just studying! We’re just friends . 

Even when her heart would roar loudly in defiance: You want more. You’ve always wanted more. 

But how could she? 

They were graduating soon. Hinata was definitely heading into a world where their paths wouldn’t collide. Where they wouldn’t sit in adjacent rows. Where their friends weren’t down the hallways. Where they couldn’t grab lunch together and sneak out onto the roof. Hinata would surely go pro. There was no other option. And Yachi was going to college. This moment, in her room, where it’s her and Hinata and the fan buzzing and the drink in her hand with the ice slowly melting and the sun slinking lower and lower into the sky, this moment wasn’t forever. It was a finite piece of a giant vacuum that would swallow her whole at the idea that her days with Hinata were numbered. 

Numbered and disappearing at an alarming rate. 

“Am I right?”

Hinata’s question pulled Yachi from her thoughts. She blinked back the stinging in her eyes to glance down at his work. He had gotten it right. And her heart leapt with joy and pride at the sight. 

“Yup!” she held up her hands for a double high five that Hinata returned with a holler. 

“YEEEEEES!” 

“Just do that for the exam if you see a problem like that and you’ll be golden.”

“I will! You made it super simple to understand and do. If you weren’t such a badass with designs I’d say you could be a really good teacher, Yachi.”

“Ah, it’s nothing-”

“Hey. Don’t do that.”

“Huh?” Yachi stopped, mid tuck of putting a hair behind her ear. Wondering when she should get another trim for her split ends. “Do... Don’t do what?”

“Put yourself down,” Hinata pressed, leaning forward until their noses were almost touching. Yachi yelped and leaned back an inch. “You do that a lot. When I hype you up you hype yourself down. That’s not good.”

She knew she had a nasty habit of doing that. Of regulating herself to Villager B position. She’d been actively trying to not do that. And being in the club helped her cultivate a garden of confidence she could pick from whenever a new one bloomed. But every so often her habit came back. Innocuous and bitter. Never letting go.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize either,” Hinata said softly, yet there was a firm seriousness to his voice as he did.  

The fan whirred on and on. 

Hinata kept his gaze on Yachi. She felt sweat form in her palms. She watched as his gaze searched hers and then, for a brief second, fell to her mouth. She gasped. Her nails curling in to dig at her palms. Her eyes widening as the dangerous, mischievous idea that maybe he was considering what her mouth tasted like. Currently, she’s mad at herself for not reapplying her vanilla shea butter chapstick when she had thought about it. And currently, she considered how the humidity in her room is making her shirt stick in the most uncomfortable places. On her neck and under her arm and to her stomach. 

Their noses were inches apart. 

If she tilted her head, she could-

Hinata’s phone rang. The theme song of the newest Super Sentai- Mahou Ranger -blared through her room. Hinata and Yachi froze. Until Hinata cursed and got up to turn answer his phone. 

“Terushima!” Hinata said upon answering. “Hello? Can I call you back? I'm in the middle of something? Huh? Wait, what? Bokuto is doing what ? Wait wait! Send pics and I’ll call you later about it! That’s epic-let him know! Ok bye!”

While he was on the phone, Yachi had a moment to ground herself. Had a moment to realize that she was, in fact, very close to having her first kiss. She slowly raised her finger tips to her lips. Ran the pads of her fingers along her bottom lip and pressed down. Wondering what the pressure of another person’s lips-of Hinata’s lips-would have felt like. 

“Yachi, are these the tissues I gave you a few weeks ago? You still have them?”

“Huh? Oh,” she saw the packet of tissues that Hinata was holding up. “Yeah. They’re cute! So I’ve been saving them for special blowing occasions.” saying that out loud was a lot more embarrassing than in her head, oh Lord. 

Hinata, however, found it hilarious. He laughed and placed it back on the table. “You’re right. They’re meant for the most epic of nose blows. That’s why they’re super soft! Absorbs all the snot!”

“Oh that’s gross,” Yachi said between laughter. Her heart was still racing. Her fingers tapped on the table with loose, uncontained excitement. She kept thinking what if, what if, what if . 

Maybe one day, she hoped rather hopelessly, she could see what world lied beyond the what if . 

But for now, she contented herself with watching Hinata sitting across from her. In the small space of her bedroom. Where the moments before their paths would diverge were tucked away in tiny pockets of her heart. 

  /

  “What’s that? Hinata you own a highlighter?”

“I didn’t even know you took notes.”

“Hey! I take notes!” Yachi was not so subtly listening into Hinata’s conversation a few desks away. She had been reworking training schedules for the team to do next week. Conditioning should be bumped down back to two days, and three days for strength work and other drills. She was about to bring out the markers to color code when she heard Hinata’s laughter. 

Her heart skipped a measure. Her fingers twitched. His laugh was, perhaps, one of the best things she’s ever been blessed to experience. Even when it wasn’t directed towards her. 

“When? All your notes are drawings, man.”

“It makes sense to me .” 

“Right, right!” 

“Well listen! Maybe I just needed a cool highlighter to keep me motivated.” 

“Yellow’s the most basic color there is…”

Ah! Man… that should not have made Yachi as bummed as it did. Well, they weren’t wrong, she supposed. Yellow was a basic color. Especially when there were other shades like purple or mint green or sky blue. Yellow… yellow just didn’t-

“This is the best shade of yellow there is.”

And there was something in the way that Hinata said that. So sure, so strong, and with enough passion someone would think he was defending his favorite tv show character. Yachi felt her heart soar. Then immediately felt silly for getting so excited over Hinata being an advocate for something silly like a highlighter. 

She glanced up secretly. Hoping to see what Hinata’s expression was like. Her heart stopped. Her breath hitched. 

Because Hinata was looking at her, too. 

If this were a shoujo manga, and Yachi’s read many of them, this would be the scene where the world disappears and the only thing left are their desks. Their eyes meet and around them is a frame of cherry blossoms and starlight. Of sparkles and an intense, hushed moment that’s meant to translate a moment shared between two people and two people only.

But this is the real world. The moment fleets and passes like a train rushing for its next stop. 

“I like this color,” Hinata said. Looking at her still. His face broke out into a sunny smile that hit Yachi right in the chest. “I like it a lot.” Then he twirled his highlighter around his fingers like a drummer and turned back to his friends. 

“What? Why were you looking at Yachi-san like that?”

“Haha, don’t worry about it!” Hinata turned the conversation onto asking if they’d seen the ending of Black Clover yet. 

There was a loud, pulsing sound. That roared and demanded attention. That swallowed Yachi’s entire body whole. She felt like one, large, heartbeat. Her cheeks were flamed and her fingers were jittery. 

She looked back down at her notes. Staring at the blue marker she was planning to use for color coding. She put it away and brought out the orange highlighter instead. The one she’d bought with Hinata. 

With a slow, measured stroke, she brought the highlighter across the first word on the page. 

CONDITIONING - LED BY HINATA SHOUYOU. 

  /

  Yachi felt like death. 

Madoka, her mother, knelt beside her bedside. “You’re so warm, dear. Are you sure you want me to go to work?” she frowned. “I can stay home.”

While Yachi would want nothing more than her mother to stay. To taste some of her mother’s food. To feel the continued cooling comfort of her palm pressed to her forehead. She couldn’t. Her mom had a project presentation coming up soon that had her working longer hours. Yachi knew how excited her mother was to show off her latest work. If she missed a day something could go wrong… and Yachi would feel even worse if that happened because of her.

“It’s ok, mama.” Yachi wiggled herself out of her blanket enough for her face to show. Her cheeks were red and flushed. Her body felt sluggish but she put on the best smile she could. “I just need to sleep some more. I’ll be ok! You go to work.”

“Are you sure?”

“Super sure,” she reached up to touch her mother’s hand. Gave it a squeeze. 

Her mom still didn’t seem convinced. But after a few moments she sighed and got up from the floor. “Alright,” she adjusted her bag and leaned forward to press a kiss on Yachi’s cheek. “Try eating the porridge I made for you if you can! I put all my love in it.” another kiss. “Text or call if you need anything, Hitoka!”

Her mom left for work shortly after. Yachi pulled the blanket back over her head. Oh, she hated being sick. It was such an unpleasant time. Not only was she unable to do work, but her body felt blegh all over. Her nose would keep running. Her eyes never stopped watering. And when she coughed she could feel her whole lungs shake like old rafters in an attic. 

She also hated being sick because she couldn’t see Hinata…

The other managers and a few of the players had sent her get well text messages once they found out she was out sick today. And memes, a lot of memes. She felt good, to be considered. It was nice when people remembered you in your absence. When you not being there meant just as much as you being there. That they even considered reaching out at all had made her all gooey! 

And then Hinata had texted her. And her heart exploded. 

  Hinata: YACHI WHY AREN’T YOU HERE!!

Yachi: I’m sick lol! But it’s just a cold tho!!! I should be better by tomorrow so no worries!!!! 

Hinata: OH NOOOOOOO Hinata: YOU BETTER FEEL BETTER SOON OR ELSE!!!

Hinata: I’m beating up your antibodies as we SPEAK!

Hinata: Wait Tsukishima just told me if I did that you’d die so I’m actually beating up your VIRUS 

  Hinata never failed to make her laugh. Even when it ended with a slight cough that made her more tired afterwards. 

She slept most of the day away. Getting up once to eat her mom’s porridge. It was yummy, because her mom made it. She checked in with her fellow managers. Seeing how practice went. They both told her it went fine, and that her main focus should be rest. 

  Miyuchan: [PICTURE OF HINATA MID JUMP] Hinata-senpai’s in good form today hehehe… Sorachan: [VIDEO OF HINATA TURNING TO THE CAMERA, WAVING] when i said your name he turned and waved!! Said it was just for you :) 

  Yachi’s entire face exploded with heat afterwards. She chucked her phone and ducked under the covers like a caterpillar. “Waaaaaaah! WAAAAAAAH! He looked so good today and I missed it!!! MUCUS DRY UP! COUGH GO AWAY!!!” 

She kicked her feet up and down and buried her head into the pillow. Ah, she really had it bad. When did it ever get this way, though? When had she even started to like him? When had that happened?

Maybe it was gradual. A steady rising. That just built up and up over time until she finally couldn’t ignore it anymore. Maybe it was the natural progression of things. When Hinata was so warm and open and understanding. When his sunlight was so attractive and welcoming that stepping to bask in its glow just wasn’t that weird of a thing to do. 

But now she thought about what wedding colors she’d have her bridesmaids wear at their wedding and what to do if Godzilla attacked that day and they had to get married within his stomach after being eaten and that was the thought that sent her back to sleep. 

When she woke up, the sun had set. 

She rose slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Ah, I slept for too long…”

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

“Morning Hinata…” . . . “HINATA?”

Hinata sat by her bed with the chair she usually had placed at her desk. He was all grins and laughter. “Haha, hey! Yeah, it’s me. I wanted to come see ya.”

“You… did?” 

“Yup! Your mom let me in. She wanted to let you know that she went OVERDRIVE with work today and finished enough so she could come back and see if you needed anything! We bumped into each other at the convenience store when I was getting you..” he reached into his bag and pulled out a pack of Fugashi. Her absolute favorite. 

She was going to cry. She’d blame it on the cold. 

“Hinata you didn’t have to get me anything! Just you here is uh,” she wanted to say that nothing was sweeter than time with Hinata. And nothing was more delicious than Hinata, in general. But instead settled with, “it’s good. It’s a pleasant surprise. Everyone really!” she quickly added. “I’ve gotten so many texts today from the team and our friends… feeling cared by you all made me feel a million times better!” 

Hinata still placed the bag of snacks on her bed beside her. And scooted the chair until he was right by her. He fixed her with a serious glance that made her want to fidget. But then he just broke out into his usual smile. 

“Well duh. Of course we’d check in on you! You’re important to us after all.”

“Hehe… yeah,” she rubbed at her cheek. “It’s nice to be reminded of that, I guess. You know?”

“Yeah, I get it.” he nodded several times for emphasis and then jumped as if he was struck by lightning. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot.” he reached into his bag again and pulled out a notebook. “I took notes! For you. Well, for me too but these are the ones I did for you specifically.”

She took the notebook from his hands. Flipping through the pages to find scrawled onto the paper notes. Organized and then explained why they were organized the way they were with doodles and boxes and arrows. It was all very Hinata. Yachi felt like she was getting a sneak peek into the inner workings of his brain. Which was cute. But what really made the notes was on the last page. Where he had written in big letters: KEY - IMPORTANT INFORMATION HIGHLIGHTED WITH YACHI YELLOW! 

This was the moment where she fell. 

If like was the diving board, love was the pool. And she fell into its waters. Got consumed by its waves. 

She liked him. Maybe even loved him. Infinitely so. The heat of her fever chilled in comparison to the overwhelming warmth and adoration she had for him in this moment. 

She pressed the notebook to her chest. Feeling the corners of her eyes sting. “These are the best notes I’ve ever received… thank you.” Yachi kept her eyes on Hinata. Who looked so pleased and elated and ecstatic-his entire face glowing from the praise. “And thank you for coming to see me.” 

“Of course, Yachi!” he reached out to grab her hand. Gave it a squeeze. And then ruffled her hair before he got up. “If you have any questions about the notes, gimmie a text! And I’ll see you in class tomorrow, ok? You better come! Or else I’m bringing you there myself!” 

“Yeah! Tomorrow,” she grinned. So hard her cheeks hurt. 

Later that night, after Hinata had left. Her mom came to find her later. Madoka sat at the end of Yachi’s bed. While Yachi sat propped against her headboard. Fingers running through every word Hinata had written for our. Making sure to linger extra long on the highlighted phrases. So much so her index finger had highlighter smudges on it. 

“I think he likes you,” her mom had said after a few moments. 

Yachi whipped up her head, “Did he say something? Did he! Mama you can’t say that and then not explain!”

Her mother laughed, “You didn’t give me a chance to! No, Hitoka. He didn’t say anything directly. But I know attraction when I see it.” she lowered her eyes, a sly expression on her face as she regarded Yachi. “Something tells me it’s not so one-sided on his part…” 

Yachi papped her cheeks, rubbing in small circles. “Ah… is it noticeable?”

“A bit,” she leaned forward to kiss Yachi on the forehead. “I approve, by the way. If he ever wants to come over for dinner let him know he’s more than welcomed! Also! Did you guys kiss? I hope you didn’t since you could pass your cold to him but if you did -”

“MAAAAMAAAAAA!” 

“Just teasing!” 

  /

  It was one thing to know you liked someone.

It was another thing altogether to act upon it. 

Yachi had definitely grown in her courage stat over her high school career. She didn’t hesitate to strike up a conversation. She didn’t question, as much and as aggressively, her place in the world. She raised her voice and led proudly during every practice session with her managers. She even looked forward to volunteering in class. 

But love? Romance? She had zero stats in that section at all.

Most of her knowledge came from otome games and shoujo mangas. And the occasional evening drama she and her mama would watch when her mama had a day off. 

Real life experience? Zero. 

How did people even confess to their crushes?

“I could write him a note,” she thought, sipping on her strawberry milk in class during lunch. “Or um… write him a song? I can’t sing well though. Maybe I should get someone else to sing it? But what if he thinks the person who’s singing the song to him is crushing on him and he falls in love with them and then they get engaged right in front of me I would have to simply pass awa-”

“What are you talking about, Yachi? It sounds stressful?”

“Hinata!” Of course he’d appear as she rambled herself into oblivion. So embarrassing. “Oh, nothing. I was just getting in my head a bit.”

“Well I hope you can get out of your head soon enough cause look!” Hinata held up his test score papers. They weren’t the best but they weren’t failures. He actually hit much higher than his usual exam results. With scores ranging well within the 60s and 70s. “I passed! Our study sessions worked!”

“Oh that’s so great Hinata! I knew you could do it! I’m so proud.”

“Hehehehehe, it’s all thanks to your wonderful teaching! Hey, as thanks. We’re gonna go out after school ok? Since we don’t have practice we can like, go get something to eat.” 

Like a date? Her brain supplied traitorously. “Something to eat sounds good. But you really don’t have to treat me. It was no trouble at all tutoring you.”

“I want to do this,” Hinata pressed. Firm and resolute. Once Hinata got set with an idea, it was hard to change his mind. Stubbornness was imprinted within his DNA-Yachi was sure of it. 

“Ok,” she agreed, nodding. Smiling, she added, “We can meet by the gym?”

“The gyms perfect! It’s a-” before he could finish Kageyama’s voice called out from the doorway. 

“Hinata! Melon bread is on sale today. Last one to the cafeteria sucks!” and then he booked it. 

“YOU DIRTY CHEATER, KAGEYAMA!” Hinata hollered. The classmates around them laughed. Yachi wondered what Hinata was going to say after that. But before she could ask Hinata turned to her, slapping his hands on her desk.

“The gym!” he pressed, looking her right in the eye. 

She nodded, “The gym. Go! Melon bread!” she stuck out her orange highlighter. Hinata blinked down at it for a second, then grinned. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his yellow highlighter. He tapped his against hers. 

“I’M COMING FOR YOU MELON BREAD!” Hinata roared before he tore out of the classroom like a hurricane on a mission. 

Yachi stared at her highlighter like it was a rare jewel. She clutched it to her chest, where her heart was beating madly. 

“Thank you so much for existing,” she whispered. 

The rest of the day went by in a blur. 

Yachi barely remembered what occurred in her lessons. But that wasn’t really important. What mattered was after school. It was rare that they didn’t have practice. But Ukai-sensei wanted to give the team a good rest after their last practice match with Nekoma.

“You guys aren’t even allowed to think about a volleyball,” Ukai-sensei had warned. “If I find out you’re even touching one? Laps! Laps for days!” 

Yachi was surprised Hinata wasn’t attempting to sneak off with Kageyama somewhere far, far away to go practice out of sight from their coach. But she’s incredibly happy he isn’t. 

“Yachi!” 

Yachi’s heart skipped a beat as Hinata stopped by her with his bike. She hopped off the steps to meet him. “Hinata! Hi! Nice bike!”

“Thanks! Wait check this out,” he rang the bell several times. It’s chime declared to anyone who could hear it. “It’s the Mahou Ranger theme song. I learned it last week with Terushima!” 

“It’s fine! Um,” she stared at the bike, looking left and right to find another seat. “Are we going on that together?”

“Yeah! Is that cool?”

Was that cool? She’s read shoujo manga after shoujo manga depicting this very scene and they still hadn’t prepared her for this moment. She swallowed thickly. 

“Yup! It’s cool. I won’t fall, right?” she attempted a laugh at the end. Something light to make her heart settle and her palms sweat less. (Do her armpits smell? Would he even notice if they did? No no, her armpits were fine ). 

Hinata grinned lopsidedly, “If you hold on tight you won’t even wobble.”

Oh Yachi’s gonna hurl. 

Once Yachi’s on the bike, and her arms are secured around Hinata’s middle, it’s a whole other experience. A thousand manga panels couldn’t capture the feeling of having her chest pressed to his back. Having her cheek against his shoulder. Seeing and meeting Hinata’s eyes everytime he glanced back to see if she was ok. 

“I’m a safe driver!”

“I think we broke the sound barrier a bit!”

“Yeah but safely !” 

She’s laughed more on the bike ride than she had all day. And she may have held on a little tighter. Squeezed and took advantage of the closeness a little more than she should. But she wanted to indulge in a little greediness. Take a bit more than what she usually would have. In case this moment was the last. In case she’d never get to feel him like this again. 

They ate first. At a ramen shop downtown. The noodles were soft and the soup was so warm! Yachi slurped up her entire bowl. Messily and all. They talked about everything. School and their current, favorite TV shows. They exchanged music recommendations and talked about the future. 

“I think I want to go abroad,” Hinata mentioned as they sat by the riverbank after dinner. 

The back of Yachi’s neck went cold. “Oh yeah?” she tried not to think about how abroad meant far away and not near here. Because these were his dreams, not hers. And above all Yachi wanted to support Hinata and his journey with every fibre of her being. No matter where that took him. Even if she couldn’t support him by his side. “That’s amazing! Do you have a place in mind?”

“A few!” Hinata hummed. “I’m still weighing the options. I wanna go somewhere warm though. With a nice beach… I’d love to play some beach volleyball!”

“I’d worry about the sand in my toes,” Yachi laughed. “I get sand everywhere when I go to the beach. It’s really unpleasant.”

The sun was beginning to set. Sitting heavy and content upon the horizon. A mix of oranges and yellows and quiet pinks and rueful purples. Yachi focused her eyes on the river. And made her brain think about how far it reached. How the river would probably go to the ocean. And how the ocean, despite being divided into seven parts, was really all connected at the end. And maybe, that could be them. Divided, but connected. 

“Ah yeah?” Hinata said. “Well, the sand would definitely need some getting used to. If you visit a lot though, you’d get used to all the sand, wouldn’t you think?” 

If you visit a lot . She had to know what that meant. Because the hope that rose in her chest and took root in her heart and was threatening to dominate her being was too much. Too great. And too burdensome to end in a deflation of a what if, or a failed expectation. 

“You’d want me to come see you?”

“Yeah of course,” Hinata was staring at the bank too. And then he turned to look at her. And she met him in return. As she always would. “I like you. So I wanna see you. Even when we graduate.”

“I mean of course we’d see each other after we graduate! I dunno if I could visit all the time because of college but maybe long breaks or something could work.” She’d completely blown by his first admission. Her brain was already trying to envision summer and fall and winter breaks and a trip. She had to balance finding an internship too. So maybe she could coordinate something with whatever company she ended up interning at. Hopefully they’d be lenient. She’s never traveled abroad either. So maybe she could call up Kiyoko-senpai or-

“Yachi get out of your head.” 

Suddenly, Hinata was in her space. Eyes intense and lips pulled into a frown. Yachi’s instincts told her to move away but her heart told her to remain rooted. 

“Hi,” she said quietly.

Hinata searched her face for countless seconds, “Yachi. Did you hear what I said? The first thing?”

“Yeah of course.” she responded. Then giggles. “Oh, that sounds like I’m responding to you but no I mean I’m just repeating.”

“No, after that. Think,” Hinata was so so close. And with the sunset coating him like a blanket, making his orange hair stand out even more, and his orange, golden eyes glow, she wondered if he’d keep his hair that long. Or if he’d cut it. And she wondered if she could touch it before they graduated. And she wondered if her mother was right, and he did like her. And she-

Oh. 

“You like me.” it hit her like a freight train. Her entire body was covered in a dawning blush. The electricity and tingling of the realization went right down to her toes. 

Hinata broke out into a brilliant smile. “Yes!” he laughed, head thrown back. The sound bounced all over the little world they were building of just her and Hinata. Only two. “Oh my God. I was worried you didn’t like me at first and that was your way of rejecting me. WAIT!” He whipped his head back, eyes wide with panic. “Do you like me? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t I’ll survive but if you did and I missed that you should say it again or if you haven’t said-”

“I like you,” Yachi blurted out. Because once the words had a reason to be alive. Had a reason to be born. Could be freed from the prisons of her mind and delivered safely with her heart to his hands-she had to say it. Here on the riverbank where the wet grass would surely leave stains on her skirt. But she didn’t care. Because she had to say it. 

“I like you so much,” Yachi continued. Flowing like the river below them. “So much it hurts. So much I really, really want to kiss you.”

Hinata took her lips in the softest kiss. One that made her sigh and her eyelashes flutter. One that made her feel so seen and heard and alive and broken apart and undone and melting all at once. 

It was her first kiss. And it made her want several more afterwards. 

Once they broke apart, Hinata pressed his forehead to hers. Yachi curled her fingers around the back of his neck. Allowed herself the blessing of playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. Biting her lip, she glanced up at him through her eyelashes. He was smiling at her. His cheeks flushed red-probably burning as much as hers were at the moment. He laughed, and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. 

“Me too,” he whispered against her skin. “I like you so much I'm gonna explode, haha.”

  /

   “Can I say something? It’s kinda cheesy,” Hinata started as they biked home. 

“Mhm,” Yachi hummed, nuzzled against his shoulder. 

“I think of you every time I use that highlighter. The yellow one. It’s the only highlighter I’ve ever owned. And it’s probably gonna stay the only highlighter I ever have. Is that weird?” he looked back sheepishly and chuckled. 

Yachi laughed, shaking her head. “No not at all. I got that orange highlighter because it reminded me of you, after all. Or well, your hair specifically. But you, by extension.”

“What do you like more. Me, or my hair?”

“Hmm… that’s a tough question… Can you get back to me on that?”

“No! Yachi! You have to answer right now! Wait,” he stopped the bike by a lamppost. Hopping off, he held out his hands for her to take like she was getting off a carriage. She flushed, giggling, and hopped off with his hands in hers. “I forgot something.”

“Did you leave something behind at the riverbank?” she hoped not. They could go back and look for whatever he’d lost, but it was dark now. And any luck would be wasted right now. She’d try though, if that’s what- 

“Oh, no! No that’s fine. I just. I realized I didn’t-AHHHH!” he shook his head several times like he was scaring away the ghosts in the attic. “Yachi Hitoka! Will you be my girlfriend please?” he yelled for as loud as the neighborhood could hear. “I know I’ll be leaving and we’ll be far apart for a while but I like you a lot! I like you so much! I’ll call you every night! I’ll wish you good morning and good night! I’ll send you pictures of my sandy feet! I want to share everything about this new world I’m going into and I hope you want to do the same! So please consider me as your boyfriend, thank you!” 

Hinata Shouyou was a bag of surprises. When she thought she had him figured out, Hinata just threw Yachi for a loop. 

But that’s what made her drawn to him. That’s what made her like him. 

“Yes!” she yelled, just as loud. Surely the neighbors would wake up but she didn’t care. “Hinata Shouyou I want to be your girlfriend! I want you to be my boyfriend and show me your sandy feet and I’ll show you my not sandy feet! I want to call you all the time! I want to support you on your journey even when we’re oceans apart! I want to continue being with you for as long as I can! I like you! I accept! Be my boyfriend, please!”

Hinata cupped her face and leaned in for another kiss.

Under the flickering lamp post on a late, spring evening where their final days were drawing in. 

But their first moments, together, were only beginning.

#hinayachi #yachihina #hinata shouyou #yachi hitoka #haikyuu #my fics

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Fast Lane | Tomura Shigaraki x reader

Summary: You convince Tomura to go on a little outing outside of town, however Kurogiri is unavailable to warp you there, leaving the only option to drive. And ofc Tomura wants to be the one to drive...even though he’s never been behind a wheel before irl. You may have to give him some pointers.... (I had the idea while driving the other day that Tomura likely does not know how to actually drive a car, and then this lil ficlet popped out haha)

“Tomuraaaa,” you hugged Tomura Shigaraki from behind as he sat at the bar, “can we go here?” You thrusted your phone in front of his face. 

“Huh?” He took it carefully in his hand, liking the warmth that your arm brought draped around his shoulders. Displayed on the screen in front of him was an article about a festival outside of the city. “What’d you wanna go there for?”

“It looks like fun! C’mon, it’s summer, the weather’s great…let’s get outta here and go do something!” 

He blinked at you, turning his head to the side so he could get a good look as he put the phone down on the bar’s counter. Those puppy dog eyes in combination with the pouty lips gave him pause. It was a one-two hit combo that always k.o’d his resilience. “Look, I don’t mind going I guess. But Kurogiri’s out on an important mission.”

“We don’t need to bother Kurogiri! It’s not like we need a babysitter.”

“Uhhhh, then how’re we getting there, genius?”

You shrugged, slinking your arms from around his shoulders and going behind the bar, bending down and pulling out a chilled glass, filling it with some ice and soda. “We can just drive. I know that’s a more boring way than traveling via warp gate, but ya know it could be fun! A lil’ road trip and a summer festival. Can’t get much better.” 

“No. We can just stay here. Play some games, I dunno…fuck around.” 

“Oh, but we can do that any old time! C’mon, the festival’ll be fun, I swear!”

He deadpanned. “Gimmie an actual reason. Otherwise I got no reason to go. Fun isn’t tempting enough.”

You leaned across the counter to be nose-to-nose with Tomura. “If I promise to do whatever you want later, will that change your mind?”

Smirking, he said, “Now you’ve got my attention. Don’t regret it later.” 

Together you were walking down the street towards the car which was parked a few blocks down from the bar. Shigaraki was slinking next to you, hands deep in the pockets of his sweatshirt. You got out the keys from your pocket and were about to head for the driver’s seat when he said, “I wanna drive.”

“Okay, sure,” you tossed him the keys and he caught it, letting them dangle between his thumb and forefinger. 

You both got in and he started the ignition. And sat there. 

“Tomu…are you gonna go?”

“Yeah…gimmie a sec.” He was looking around, a hand tentatively on the steering wheel and the other on the shift. He looked out the passenger’s window and then fiddled with the rearview mirror unnecessarily, mind working, and then jerkily shifted the car into drive. Without looking, he pulled into the lane and immediately a car beeped at you as he cut them off. 

You began fiddling with the radio as you eyed Tomura. He cut off another car as he sped down the street, nearly blowing a light. His movements were jerky and the he hit the break hard. The hard stop made your hand fly out in front of you, gripping the dash. A sneaking suspicion began to bloom in your mind. Both of his hands were on the steering wheel, his knuckles white from the overbearing grip. He tapped the wheel with one finger as he stared down the light, willing it to change. And once it did, he floored the gas. Your hand was hanging onto the door handle as if that would keep you stationary as he took a harsh right turn, making the tires screech. 

“Tomu, you’re driving like this is GTA!” you laughed nervously, knowing how much he played the game in reference. 

He shrugged, his body visibly tense as he changed lanes, cutting off another car narrowly missing colliding with them and earning another beep. “Can’t you change the music? I hate that poppy radio shit, just connect my phone.”

As you unlocked Tomura’s phone and pressed shuffle on his playlist, you asked as nonchalantly as possible, “Did Kurogiri teach you to drive?”

“No.”

This brought pause, making you blink. “Then who the hell taught you?”

“Look, I know how to drive! Do you know how many hours I’ve put into GTA? And you can’t come close to me in Mario Kart.” 

“Please tell me that this is not the first time you’re behind an actual wheel?” You said slowly, your words very measured and even as your eyes went wide, staring at the congested lane ahead as he once again had to hit the breaks hard, bringing the car to a jerky stop. 

“So what if it is?” He said defensively. 

“Oh. My. God….and I’m the fool who gave you the fucking keys!”

“Why would I have ever driven before? That’s what I have Kurogiri for…and look, I wanted to try it!”

“That poor man has no life of his own.”

Tomura glared at you. “You’re the one that wants to go to this damn festival outta town! I could just dust this fucking car and we won’t go at all.” 

“Don’t take your eyes off the road! Look…it’s fine to try it out, but it’d be bad if we got pulled over or if you hit someone. Lemme just give you some pointers, okay?” When he glared at you again, his eyes narrowed to little lethal slits, you hastily added, “You’re doing really great! I just wanna help is all!”

“Fine whatever,” he spat out, eyes turning back to the road. 

“Okay, so put your hand a little lower,” you reached over and guided his hand carefully down the steering wheel, “it’ll be more comfortable that way. And when you change lanes, look out your side mirror, don’t just do it. You’ve almost hit two cars like that.”

“You’ve almost hit two cars,” he said in a higher-pitched, mocking voice. “They weren’t even close!” 

The GPS called out for him to turn. “Okay, you’re gonna wanna slow down and roll into the turn since you have the green light. You were taking the turns a little fast before,” you put gently. 

He rolled his eyes. “They were fine!” But he took his foot off the gas and the turn was smoother. 

“That was a lot better!” 

Smriking, his body seemed to relax as he leaned back in his seat. “I’ve been told I’m a fast learner.” 

“Mmmm, I’m sure by loads of people.” 

“Hey be grateful! I could just turn the wheel to dust and we’d be doing what I want.”

“You’re enjoying driving too much to do that.” 

“Semantics.” And he blew a red.

Your eyes popped. “I think you did that on purpose! You actually gotta stop at reds, Tomura!” 

He snorted, “Yeah, okayyy. You think I’m gonna follow traffic laws?” 

You shook your head, unable to contain a laugh. “It’s your way or the highway, I guess.”

“Now you’re getting it! Remember I can turn this party right back around.

“This is gonna end in a fucking car chase. Not sure why I’m surprised.”

“Where’s the fun if we don’t break a few rule?” As he said that, he cut off another car, but this time you did catch him checking his mirror. He just chose to be an asshole. 

Little victories had to be acknowledged. “I’ll admit you are getting better.” 

He turned onto the freeway, and swerved in and out of lanes until the road was clear and he could speed down, the speedometer pushing past 70, then 80, then began pushing close to 100. “Okay, this is kinda fun.” 

“I’m gonna have to close my eyes and brace myself when you try to park,” you sighed. “And forget reversing. We’re gonna get into a fender-bender by the end of the day.”

Tomura shrugged. “Semantics.” 

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #bnha #my hero academia #mha