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omirice · 7 months
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happy birthday to omi fushimi the love of my life, the embodiment of warmth..
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thank you for always giving me comfort... 臣くんお誕生日おめでとう~!!
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omi-boshi · 2 months
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thinking of little omi wanting a dog but his parents tell him he has to earn it because it's a big responsibility for someone as young as he is. so, he sets up a piggy bank to save up for adoption fees. he doesn't tell his parents about it because he wants to show them when he's saved up enough money.
surely if he has the money that means he's responsible enough right?
in the following months, omi sets aside a fraction of his daily allowance to put into his piggy bank.
it's slow-going until his siblings find the piggy bank labeled with "dog savings" in omi's messy scrawl. they're so charmed by their baby brother's antics that they slip in their own spare change behind omi's back.
they never tell him of course because knowing their brother —their sweet and earnest little brother — he would want to do this on his own.
by the time omi's 10th birthday comes, his piggy bank is practically bursting at the seams. he holds it tightly in his little hands as his family sings him a happy birthday.
when it's time to blow out the candles and he has to make a wish, he lifts up the piggy bank and tells his parents how he's been saving up the past few months. that he has enough to pay for the adoption fees. that he's 10, and he's a big boy now, ready for big boy responsibilities.
"i'm responsible enough for a dog now, right?" he would then ask, eyes bright with earnest hope he tries so hard to tamp down just in case they say no. his parents would exchange surprised looks followed immediately by shaking heads and laughter. lots of laughter. omi is rightfully confused. he frowns.
are they laughing at him? the thought makes him flush in embarrassment. his dad leaves the room, still laughing. when he comes back, it's with a box that's almost a little too big for omi. the birthday cake lays forgotten, candles melted, as omi looks curiously at the box in front of him, then to his parents, and then his siblings, and then back to the box.
his older brother nudges him to open it and when he does, omi doesn't know what to do with himself. the akita puppy yipping at him in the box was too much for 10-year-old omi to bear that he starts bawling.
he's hugging the puppy to hide his tears, and in the background he hears cooing and more birthday wishes from his family.
see, his parents had always intended to give omi a dog the moment he asked. omi rarely asked for anything so whenever he did, his parents were always more than ready and excited to give it to him. however, this time, they waited until his birthday because, admittedly, they had a hard time thinking of what to get him.
it seems they made the right decision watching their son pet the akita in quiet awe. they're happy that their little boy loved his birthday present but when they see his dejected little pout a little while later followed by a sad, "i saved for nothing then..." they knew they had to make right with him (not really but what is omi if not their precious youngest).
and that's how omi ends up with not one but two puppies for his 10th birthday.
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Kiyoomi scrunches her nose. She’ll never get Motoya’s obsession with plants. It was fine when it was just succulents, those are easy enough to take care of, but flowers fucking reek. It’s not a bad smell per say, but it’s stupidly strong in this shop, even with her mask up.
They’re pretty at least, she’ll give them that.
She’s debating between the pretty blue flowers and the silly, warm yellow ones. Motoya should have never trusted her judgment, how’s she supposed to resist the urge to tease her for always being in a yellow coloured team? At least Kiyoomi can say she’s escaped it in the Black Jackals cause gold isn’t yellow.
“Is there anythin’ I can help you with?” A pretty blonde girl in a red apron asks. Kiyoomi nearly jumps out of her skin, where’d she come from?
“Um, can I get these?” Kiyoomi points at the two, ready to bolt out of here because Employee Girl is way too gorgeous for her to not make a fool out of herself. Her palms are sweaty and she’s so grateful her mask is covering half her face.
The girl leans in way too close to Kiyoomi’s space and reads the labels, “Cornflower and fressia? I can put them together for you but d’you wanna check out the white freesia’s instead? They’d be real pretty together.”
“Yeah, sure.” Kiyoomi could be asked for her credit card information right now and she’d hand it over no questions asked. What did she ask her for again?
“Great, they’re over this way.” Employee Girl walks away and what else is Kiyoomi supposed to do but follow?
The flowers they stop at all look the same to Kiyoomi but she holds her breath as the girl talks about a few different ones, pointing them out and saying stuff about how pretty things look prettier together. Her name tag reads “Miya O.” A pretty name for a pretty girl. She wonders what the O stands for.
“That sound good?”
Kiyoomi nods, Miya’s voice sounds great in fact.
“Well you’re in luck! We finished our orders for today so I can put it together for ya right now but please submit a request a few days in advance next time. We’re pretty busy during the afternoon so ya picked a decent time to come in.”
Miya picks a few different flowers and the blue ones from before – the cornflowers – and heads to the back. Kiyoomi wants to protest but she’s just a customer and Miya’s an employee doing her job.
Miya peeps her head out after closing the door. She bites her lip before calling out, “Can I ask ya for a favour?”
“Uh, sure.”
“If ya see a girl with my face try an’ clock in, tell her she’s s’pposed to be in bed right now. My sister’s a bit of a workaholic, I stole her name tag this mornin’ for her own good.”
She assumes Miya means that she’s a twin but that’s not fair to her at all. She’s just a girl. Kiyoomi only hopes she won’t have to see the two of them together. One pretty girl’s bad enough for her heart as is.
The time passes by in a blur. At one point she’s keeping a vague eye out for Miya’s clone to walk in while looking at the different flowers; the next she’s being given her bouquet, paying for it, and waving bye to the prettiest girl in the world.
Oh well, it’s not like she’s the main character in a yuri manga.
Kiyoomi drops off the flowers at Motoya’s. She’s supposedly too busy taking care of her sick girlfriends to make the trip herself. Kiyoomi wonders if that excuse is just bullshit since it’s been months and she’s still not met Osamu and Rin yet. Unfortunately, Motoya’s apartment’s stuffy and reeks of sickness so maybe there’s some truth to Motoya’s words.
Maybe.
“You got the flowers?” Motoya closes her room door behind her, thankfully right before a loud sneeze is released by one of her definitely real girlfriends. Well there goes that bet Kiyoomi had going with Yachi.
“Yeah, I still don’t get why you can’t have a normal hobby. These things die in like, a week.”
Motoya fusses over the flowers for a bit, making them nice and pretty in a clean vase that held her last bouquet. “One, Samu gets all blushy when I give her flowers and two, I just like them. It’s low stakes responsibility that forces me to have my shit together.”
Kiyoomi snorts. Motoya’s always had her shit together, even if it looks like a mess on the outside. Her cousin is one of the most ruthlessly competent people she knows.
“Hey Kiyo, where’d you get these by the way?” Motoya asks cutting the store tag off a stem.
“Doesn’t it say there?” Kiyoomi asks. “Miya’s Boutique I think.”
“Well whichever employee rang you up left you a little something.” Motoya tosses the label to her with a smug little smirk.
Kiyoomi wants to shove her hand into her face to wipe it off but Motoya would lick her first and she doesn’t want to think about where her tongue’s been, sick partners or not.
She takes a look at the what Motoya meant and pretends like the name and numbers aren’t sending a rush of blood straight to her face. She carefully tucks it into a pocket while maintaining eye contact with her menace of a cousin. Motoya can smell the smallest twinge of embarrassment in a crowd and she is not to be trusted to mind her own business.
She laughs at nothing, like the airhead Kiyoomi’s always known her to be, but there’s something unsettling in the knowing glint in her eyes. Kiyoomi firmly ignores it: if it isn’t acknowledged, it isn’t real.
“Oh this is killing me, Kiyo you’ve gotta come over next week. Please I think I’ll die.” Motoya abandons her flowers in favour of hanging off of her arm and giving her stupid puppy eyes. “You can bring whoever left you their number. Actually, please bring them, you’ve gotta.”
Fuck, how’s Kiyoomi supposed to say no to her puppy eyes.
“Fine, but fat chance I bring her over.”
Motoya sniffs hautily, like Kiyoomi’s doing her a great disservice. “You’ll regret it.”
“Doubt it,” Kiyoomi sighs, hoping future-her doesn’t give in to Motoya’s ridiculous demands.
She leaves with a halfhearted wave, feeling preemptive disappointment in herself because she knows Motoya’s not going to let her go so easily. Whatever. She’s got better things to spend her energy on.
How many i's in a “hi” is too desperate to send?
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gravity-what · 29 days
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Final chapter of re-written is officially up!!
The ending is left open to interpretation but, well, knowing my audience I’m sure I know what outcome most of you prefer 🤣
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levisforgottentea · 1 year
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[10:00]
It’s Mimi’s birthday today. 
You and Sakusa have had quite the rollarcoaster up the years. Well it’s  not weird when you have been together since you were 15. Young dumb teenagers with some stupid dreams. 
But here you stood. The both of you had pursued the careers of your dreams and you were where you wanted to be at 27. 
12 years is what it took for Sakusa to realize he had his dream right in front of him all the time. Don’t get me wrong. he loves volleyball and his successful career in it, but he realized that you were far more important than some sport.
The way Mimi loved, wasn’t ideal to alot of people. You however knew how much he adored and cherished you. Wether it be those loving gazes he couldn’t for the life of him get away from. he loved looking at you. admiring your every move, the way you did things with such ease or how he would silently pull you closer to him, snuggling closer to you. (I’m convinced he would live inside you if he could)
He loved seeing your towel next to his. He loved seeing your books and papers scattered all over your home office. He loved hearing the sound of the door opening and closing when you got home. He loved the smell your perfume left in the bathroom. 
He adored the small things in life and the feeling of being pulled back into reality that he was in fact dating pure perfection. Or so he would always say whenever someone asked. 
Mimi isn’t the type of person to celebrate his bitrthday, he did it mostly for you. It wasn’t a party or outing of sort. Most of the day you would just chill at home, enjoying each others company, probably go out at night. Like some adventurous teenagers. 
The amout of times the two of you would get ice cream or sodas and just run and walk around town, in alley ways and hidden spots. 
He wouldn’t trade any of this for the entire world. Even if you’re almost in your thirties, you are still in that sweet honeymoon phase all silly lovesick teenagers enter when they get into their first relationship.
Though now you two respect each other as people and not some silly crush and thats how you know this love will last more than a life time.
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ameiiik0 · 2 months
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I have no new art for Omi day,,, but I present a recent twt piece from when a mutual said “Omi with blue eyes” and my brain went Mer!Omi 🐠
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elenilote · 2 months
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Happy (early) birthday Ømi 💙💙💙
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cherryblossomssmash · 7 months
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Happy Birthday Omimi! 🥂✨
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drkmnms · 1 year
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Happy birthday Kiyoomi! ❣️
032023
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September 07: Happy Birthday Omi Shichijou (Gakuen Heaven)!!!!
He as born in 1993, which would make him 30 years old today!
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omirice · 2 years
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an excerpt from my omi essay doc because its his birthday
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...the fact that he shouldered everything when he was still very young, it was the reason why he’s like the “mom figure” of mankai and that's why he's so caring for the people around him.
even when he's at work, he constantly thinks about the guys in mankai and what he wants to cook for them. he rushes to the market to buy items on sale...these small things that he does for his family is so admirable.. he's always the one taking care of others, so he's not used to being taken care of. he's so selfless aaaaaa. omi deserves the entire world istg ❤️
he met nachi, they became best friends and joined a biker gang but when nachi d/ed, he quit the biker life. he's got nothing to do and he doesn't know what he's going to do with his life. he was afraid of looking back on the past because he felt guilty and felt bad that he survived. thats why he decides to live on for the sake of nachi.
he had no intention of becoming an actor in the first place, but nachi inspired him to pursue it, and as a result, he is where he is today.
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omi-boshi · 2 months
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pandapillow · 2 years
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Happy Birthday to our Reminiscing Carnation!
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emmyrosee · 2 months
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happy birthday to my Kiyoomi man (and my momma LMAOO-)
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When the side of the bed next to him is cold, Kiyoomi is immediately suspicious.
You’re never up and out long enough for your side of the bed to become cold, you hate the feeling of having to rewarm it under your body (though you assure him you don’t mind too much, as you warm up in his arms).
Regardless, he wakes up with a cocked brow and a small, sleepy scowl.
He makes his way out of the room, adorned only in his boxers, knuckling his eyes and smacking his lips as he searches for you.
He checks the bathroom, only to find the door wide open and dark. Then, he checks the kitchen, seeing it in a similar state, he feels a small sense of panic creep through his body.
Only to disappear when he enters the living room and finds you, sleeping. There’s countless black and gold balloons surrounding you, your body curled in on itself for warmth and a cup of cold tea resting next to you. He smiles and looks at the clock. 4 am. You must’ve been out here for hours, blowing up balloons by mouth alone.
“Hey,” he whispers, creeping towards you. He gently lays a hand on your shoulder and shakes you awake, “whatcha doin?”
“Balloons,” you barely manage, voice drunk with sleep and heavy with exhaustion. Your throat sounds raw, probably from so much energy going into the balloon blowing. He chuckles and looks around the room for more details.
There’s a small sign with “happy birthday” in black and gold still wrapped in plastic, black party hats and plates on the side table- you probably were planning on having the boys over for breakfast this morning.
“C’mon, baby,” he says softly, poking you with his toe. “Let’s go back to bed. You need it.”
“C’me.”
“Huh?”
“Carry me,” you whine.
He rolls his eyes with a smile before bending down and scooping you up in his arms, adjusting you comfortably before making his way back to the bedroom with you cradled in his arms.
“D’t tell ‘omi,” you slur, and he snickers softly.
“Won’t say a word.”
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xareios · 2 months
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Happy Birthday Omi 🖤
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tamayula-journal · 1 month
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With this move, I moved to a place that is a bit closer to Universal Studios Japan, and my husband and daughter gave me USJ tickets as a birthday present for me!🤩 I finally got to take my Seb and Omi plush toys to the Wizarding World, and became the chosen one for the Ollivander's Wand show (I was given a choice of a yew tree and a dragon's heartstring wand) and had the most fun day!😭💞
Below is a personal photograph of my family, although our face is hidden.
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As it was my birthday, I also asked my daughter and husband to dress up in Hogwarts! The three of us (and my beloved Seb and Omi) were able to immerse ourselves in the wizarding world as much as we wanted and I am so happy 🥹💓
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