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oren-aneesan · 8 months
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Hisahito 'Monster' Mizuki ❤️
1. Behind his dense and foolish tendencies, he is very romantic person.
2. When he loves someone, physical contact is he likes the most. *since he doesn't know how to convey his feeling throught words*
3. He cares deeply for Seiseki and his teammates.
4. His soccer teammates respect him as realiable captain and extremely serious player in the field.
5. You flushed when he hugs your waist with his strong hands. *doki doki* 😜
6 He just bluntly asked you for a kiss which made you refused every time. *when you were still dating*
7. He loves you dearly. The most loyal boyfriend/husband in the world. *proud* 😌
8. Always tried to be by your side when you need him. *except when he was leaving for training/matches*
9. Be careful! He tends to hold grudge to whoever defeats him in wresting. *he obsessed with sumo tho* 😆
10. Apologize thoroughly to the team when he makes small mistakes but always ask them to let him try once again.
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So excited for all the new content coming our way!! Can I please have Kominato Haruichi, Kuroko Tetsuya and Mizuki Hisahito... how the boys react when noticing their s/o is wearing their missing track jacket? 🥺💙
One day, I will be finished posting them all! Sorry about the delay!
I love me some s/o wearing boyfriend's clothes XD
Kominato Haruichi
When he realizes his jacket is missing, he’s annoyed.  He’s usually neat and meticulous with his things (learned, painfully from sharing a room with his big brother), he doesn’t lose things.  He can’t figure out where he left it and it frustrates him greatly.
Thus, he’s grumpy during morning practice and definitely snaps a couple of times at Sawamura.  Earns silent stares from Furuya.
It’s not until after school that he figures it out, and that’s only because you flag him down wearing it.  His brows furrow and he frowns.
On one hand, it’s annoying that you disappeared his jacket, it was cold that morning.  On the other hand, you look ridiculously cute and his heart beats faster.  Ducks his head to avoid letting you see the warmth in his face.
He has to admit, it makes something feral twist in his gut and he has the overwhelming urge to grab you by his jacket and yank you into him.  He resists because you’re in public and he doesn’t want anyone seeing the faces you make for him.
Instead, he slides into the space in front of you and whispers in your ear, “Next time, tell me.  Why should I have to miss such an adorable picture?”
Probably steals a kiss from your cheek, trying to ignore that the fact the increasing burn in his face.
Mizuki Hisahito
This one, honestly, doesn’t even realize the jacket is missing.  Even when he looks for it and can’t find it, he just shrugs and assumes its somewhere in the piles of his clothes.
He’s surprised when he sees you wearing it, he can’t remember giving it to you.  Again, doesn’t consider it for long and just accepts it.
He likes the way it looks on you, and has a tendency to stare whenever you wear it.  His teammates tease him mercilessly, but he’s so lost in his own world he doesn’t even notice.  Really, he’s imagining up a million scenarios, most filthy, of you in his jacket.  It becomes his new favorite thing on you.
If you give it back, he’s always putting it on you.  Even at times when it’s inappropriate, like the middle of class lol
He’s pretty cuddly normally, but he gets even more so when you wear his jacket.  He’s forever wrapping his arms around your waist from the front so that he’s partially under the jacket with you.  It’s the best.
Kuroko Tetsuya
He knows you took it before it’s even missing.  He’s sharp, this one, especially since he watches you a lot.  He’s probably more aware of your habits and ticks than you are.
Is tempted to say something, because he doesn’t really like people messing with his things, but decides not to, just to see what you do with it.
Has to admit, you look adorable in it, better than him anyway.  That being said, he’s not going to say anything.  He’s kind of a troll, and you took it without asking, so it’s his punishment.
You will definitely break before he does, unless you just keep it without acknowledgement, then he demands it back and tells you it’s rude to borrow things and not return them.
The truth is, he doesn’t mind you wearing it, and he likes looking at you in it, but he has to set boundaries it comes with being invisible most of the time.
He has a way of making you apologize before you even realize it.  His disapproving stare is real.  Once you do though, you get treated to one of his rare smiles, and maybe even a hug.
Totally wears it after you, soaking in your warmth and scent.
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vintageanimeseller · 6 months
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licenselesswriter · 2 years
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Tsukushi got the armband.
Again.
Tsukushi got the armband!
Again!
Tsukushi got the fucking armband from Mizuki and he is now, for the last 5 minutes, captain of Seiseki.
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zibakman · 1 year
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The ball is round. Of course it will fly.
CLASSIC MIZUKI HISAHITO, DAYS EPISODE 3
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incorrectdaysquotes · 3 years
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Kazama: I give up. I am so tired.
Usui: Get the emergency supply!
Mizuki: [carries Tsukushi and places him in front of Kazama]
Tsukushi: [smiles]
Kazama: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO--
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icecream-4-brkfest · 3 years
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I love the relationship between Mizuki and Usui so fucking much I don’t think you understand
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They’re both beautiful first of all and they’re so close Usui can decode any and all nonsense that leaves Mizuki’s mouth. They just know each other so we’ll and trust each other so much
Bonus:
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mizukihisahito · 4 years
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i don't have a screencap rn but the scene in episode two when mizuki's telling everyone that it's tsukamoto leading the run up the mountain is my favorite because he is literaly the epitome of a proud dad literally bragging about his kid "oh didn't you hear? he started soccer in highschool and here he is faster than all of you" all with a little smirk ... i love him sm
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xoxomyseriesxoxo · 4 years
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get to know me: anime edition → (05/05) male characters ↳ mizuki hisahito
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oren-aneesan · 8 months
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Those arms...*melted*☺️
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airisu7425 · 4 years
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DAYS - Desktop figures (incomplete set)
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transterry · 3 years
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enbyboiwonder · 3 years
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He’s so precious
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hawq-s · 4 years
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Yall can't convince me that Mr. Buzzcut guy doesn't like bb Mizuki
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I swear I died at your floating heart "yukichi-kun"
BONUS:
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WHO YA'LL CALLING SHRIMP!?!?!?
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incorrectdaysquotes · 2 years
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Accidentally played dad instead of dead when I encountered a bear and now it can ride a bike without training wheels.
Mizuki Hisahito, probably
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d0llhousess · 3 years
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⇢ fandom: days ⇢ pairing: mizuki hisahito x f!reader  ⇢ genre: fluff  ⇢ warning/tags:  established relationship, sickfic, fluff, just...so much fluff, sick!mizuki,  proplayer!mizuki, he’s a little whiny in this but it’s just because he’s sick   :(
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⇢ summary: a sick mizuki never fails to behave like a stubborn toddler, yet you don’t find yourself minding taking care of him when he’s caught a rather nasty cold.
⇢ word count: 1.2k
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⇢ a/n:  ok finally I’m able to post day six! Figures I would be sick on the day to post an actual sickfic, but here we are! Thank you guys so much for reading and supporting me, and we only have one more fic to go. I hope you enjoy this <3
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You should’ve known something was up when Mizuki didn’t wake you up at the crack of dawn. 
Mizuki was a man of habit. His routine rarely changed, and when it did  it was usually because of you. So when you didn’t wake up to him shaking your shoulders, informing you that the sun was rising, you couldn’t help but worry slightly. 
You kept an eye on him through the morning, watching as he slowly moved through his morning routine. His normally swift and methodical movements were sluggish and a bit jerky. His skin seemed to be slightly flushed, and he was more scatterbrained than he usually was.  Yet,  you only spoke up when you saw him put fish food in his practice bag and nearly put his cleats in the small fish tank in your living room. 
“Zuki?” You called out, leaning against the kitchen’s doorway, brows raising as you looked over his slumped form. He didn’t turn his head, still staring blankly at the fish tank, cleats hanging limply in his hand. 
“Zuki?” You called a tad bit louder, and finally Mizuki’s head turned to face you. He blinked slowly, head tilting as he slightly wavered in his spot, but before you could step closer to him, he already steadied himself. 
“Yeah?” He eventually mumbled out, placing his cleats in his practice duffle bag, before taking out the fish food.
“Are you feeling alright, love?” You ask, stepping next to him. You took the fish food out of his hands, and began to go through his practice bag noting that he’d misplaced a multitude of items. He didn’t even have his practice uniform in the bag!
Mizuki hummed, hand rubbing the back of neck as he looked at you, “My head’s just feelin’ a bit heavy.” 
Glancing away from his practice bag, you reached up and placed a hand on his forehead. Your brows furrowed at how much heat he was putting out, and without a word, you turned on your heel and went to your shared bathroom. 
“Sit on the couch, ‘Zuki! I’ll be right back,” You called out, digging through your cabinets until you found the first aid kit. 
Once you found the thermometer, you walked back into the living room, noting that Mizuki was now sprawled stomach down on the couch, eyes closed as he snored. His face was relaxed, yet his cheeks were flushed a deep carmine red, and occasionally his body twitched. 
Sinking down to your knees in front of the couch, you smoothed your fingers through his thick, messy dark strands of hair. You didn’t want to wake him up, especially when he looked so adorable, but you needed to know if he was running a fever or not. 
“Zuki,” You cooed, nudging him lightly in attempts to wake him, but he didn’t budge. 
“Hisahito,” You called once again, nudging him a bit more harder, causing him to slowly blink himself awake. 
“Hm? When did I fall back asleep?” He questioned you, voice heavy with sleep, brows furrowing as he pushed himself back up. You stood to your feet, ignoring his question as you reached out and gripped his chin in your hand. 
You tilted his head, chuckling at his soft noise of surprise, before you placed the thermometer in his ear, quickly taking his temperature. Pulling the thermometer away from his ear once you heard the high pitched beep, your eyes roamed over the high temperature that blinked on the thermometer. 
“Looks like you’re not going to practice.” You commented, watching as a pout immediately twisted onto his lips. You knew he was about to protest, about to deny your statement, yet you didn’t care about his protests. He had a fever through the roof and needed rest. 
“No buts, Hisahito.” You stated, taking the plastic off the thermometer before throwing it away in a nearby garbage bin. You helped him to his feet, ignoring his soft groans of protest. Pushing him to the bed, you helped him out of his hoodie, allowing him to keep on his loose sweats and muscle tank top. Once the hoodie left his body, he was back to the side of his bed burying himself under the covers as he shivered lightly. 
You left to go to your shared bathroom, grabbing the medicine you needed, opting for the liquid versions, because you knew Mizuki would probably bite into a pill in his fever ridden state of mind. Moving to the kitchen, you filled up the small tea kettle that rested on the stove. After you placed the kettle back onto the stove, you turned the stove burner on, mind racing trying to remember what else you needed to gather for your sick boyfriend. 
As you waited for the kettle to begin to boil, you reached into the cabinet to get down a mug, placing it on the counter beside the medicine. You glanced into the fridge, seeing if you had enough vegetables to make a makeshift vegetable soup. Yet before you could fully count the vegetables, the kettle behind you begins to shriek. 
You turned back to the stove, moving the kettle off the burner. Once you poured the tea into Mizuki’s favorite mug, you grabbed the medicine and made your way back to your shared bedroom. A soft giggle leaves your lips as you noticed that you could only make out  Mizuki’s messy hair from under the mass of covers that littered your bed. 
You placed the mug on the nightstand  before you sat down on the bed, nudging the mass of covers that was your boyfriend.
“Baby,” You called out, and Mizuki peaked  his head from the covers. He frowned at you, eyes barely open as he moved the cover under his neck, yet the confusion is clear on his face. 
“We have a baby?” He mumbled, eyes widening slightly as he fully woke up, “When did we get that?” 
A snort escaped you, and you shake your head, “No, you’re the baby, Silly.” 
“But, I’m grown…”
“That’s not,” Another snort leaves you but you know with his fever, there was no use in explaining things to him, “I got some medicine for you so we can break your fever,” You informed him, a small smile on your lips as you began to pour the medicine in the small medicine cup, checking the measurements on the back before you handed it to the male that was currently pouting. 
“Don’t wanna,” He mumbled out, pout firm on his lips as his brows furrowed. 
“You want to feel better, right?” You pause, brows lifting as you leaned in towards him. Mizuki nods his head, sitting up on his elbow.
“Then you gotta take it.”
“But-” He begins to say but you shake your head, fixing him with a stern stare. He sighed, taking the medicine cup from your hand before gulping the liquid down. He handed the cup back to you, flopping back down on the bed, as a deep exhale left him. 
You knew that he hated being sick, being still, and you were sure if he had the energy to stand, he’d be insisting on going to practice. Standing to your feet once more, you fixed the covers back in their previous position. You reached over, running your fingers through your boyfriend's thick hair before you placed a soft kiss against his temple. 
“Love you,” You whispered to him, sure that he was already asleep, yet to surprise his eyes fluttered back open, a tired and dazed smile on lips as he gazed at you. 
“Love you too.”
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