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haitanirindo · 1 year
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i personally deserve rindo/kazutora interaction after everything wakui has put me through for the past two years
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this simply isn't enough
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ make it with you | ben&ben [ 13. 10`19 ] 🥛 — mitsuya takashi
❝dreams, they’re for those who sleep. life is for us to keep. i wanna make it with you.❞
Mitsuya takes your hands into his, putting down your pen for you.
You groan. You love Mitsuya, you really did, but you didn’t have time-!
“Mitsuya-”
He hushes you, pulling you up with him. He puts your hands on his shoulders as he rests his on your lower back. A song playing on the radio, one you recognize from a distant memory but you can’t remember specifically which one was right. (Was it in SS motors? Or was it in Mitsuya’s living room almost six years ago, on your first time over before middle school started?)
Mitsuya lightly bumps his forehead with yours, snapping you out from your thoughts. You look at him with his eyes closed and a small smile on his face.
“Stop worrying, stop thinking.”
“Takashi, college entrance exams are literally a week away-”
Lilac eyes gaze upon yours, half-lidded as he leans forward to silence you with a peck on your lips, pulling you impossibly closer as he sways your hips together.
“Stop worrying, stop thinking. You’re not just going to make it, you’re going to do amazing, Y/n. I know it,” he whispers, quiet as if he was afraid to break the tranquility that descends in the room.
“Just dance with me for now.”
You slump on him, your weight on him as he chuckles lowly, dragging you around now rather than actually dancing. He could feel the smile on your lips.
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haitanirindo · 2 years
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i think we need to consider the possibility of rintora. kazutora couldn't fight before juvie and he had to learn bone breaking techniques from someone.
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ your universe | rico blanco [ 03. 10`06 ] 🥛 — imaushi wakasa
❝you can thank your stars all you want but i’ll always be the lucky one.❞
Amethyst was his eyes, relieving all the stress and anxiety in your life with just one look—or at least, according to you.
Wakasa never really thought about it himself. He’s too busy looking at your own eyes that are way more calming and understanding than his.
Pretty was his smile, although rare it never failed to brighten up your day or night—you always told him so.
Wakasa never really looked at himself smiling in pictures. How could he when you easily catch anyone’s attention with that summer smile of yours?
And his touch? His touch was gentle though his hands were rough and calloused from all the years he put it through. His touch was what you seeked for when in need of solace and silence—and you always made sure he knew when you rub your thumb on his hands.
Wakasa never really thought that his hands could be anything but destructive. It was yours that was the softest. Your touch on his skin, when you caress his face, when you put the ointment on his wounds, when you press the ice on his bruises, when you graze his lips right before kissing him.
He never really understood how you always told him that he was the best, that you were so lucky to be with him.
Because when Imaushi Wakasa looked at you, as he holds onto the camera whilst frozen in time; looking over your shoulder with the afternoon sun lighting you golden just right, your eyes twinkling like a million stars, your smile prettier and sweeter than honey, the way you held the bouquet he brought you as if it was cotton…
He thinks he's the one that’s the luckiest in the world.
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the whole song is beautiful, fight me.
istg when i spun the wheel of names, it landed on a different name but katie’s posts has been on my mind nghsdf i just wrote this [ like, in a lot of hurry since i wanted to sleep already but couldn’t because again, katie’s post HAHAHAH ] so i hope you understand if it makes absolutely no sense
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ come inside of my heart | iv of spades [ 05. 10`10 ] 🥛 — sano manjirou
❝come inside of my heart if you’re looking for answers look at the stars, go a little bit faster.❞
He catches you by your waist, picking you up easily and putting you on the seat behind him, grinning cheekily as you hurry to grab at him and hold on tightly.
“Ready?”
“Will you let me down if I say no?”
You catch his gaze through the sidemirror as he shakes his head, long blond locks framing his face beautifully. Sighing, you burry your face on his back, taking in his scent and trying to hide the fact that your cheeks were too warm.
“Then, just go.”
Mikey laughs and it’s so clear even through the roar of the engine as he starts up his Babu dutifully like he did a thousand times prior. Tonight was different. Tonight, Manjirou wasn’t going out for a late night ride to clear his head and listen to what the wind was telling him—trying to convince himself that it was Shinichiro’s voice.
Tonight, you were with him.
He smoothly pulls out of the sidewalk, your hands tightening on his sides before he grabs at them and forces you to lean even closer by wrapping your arms around his stomach. A small little squeak but Mikey doesn’t pause even when he tries to glance at you.
You didn’t know how long you were on that bike, heart beating in nervousness but your mind blank in serenity that came with Mikey’s docile presence that evening. But when you looked up, you didn’t see the tall buildings and its city lights that decorated the main district of Tokyo.
What you saw was the stars that shined as bright as Manjirou’s eyes once did.
When he slows down, your cheek on his back and your eyes closed as you try to search for the same brightness inside him, Mikey lowers his hand to yours and he holds on so tightly.
You held him back. Like a silent plea, let me help, just tell me what to do, anything, and I promise I’ll try.
Just let me in your heart.
But he squeezes your hand once before letting go once more. Turning around to drive back home.
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ falling out of love | banna harbera [ 27. 10`28 ] 🥛 — hanma shuuji
❝don’t wanna play pretend. i’m falling out of love again.❞
Regret is unavoidable if you live your life recklessly.
For Hanma Shuuji, living his life recklessly was what made it fun. Running around, causing trouble, finding joy in the red of the night, adrenaline pumping in his veins until he drops down tired. Always in the seek for something better, something more.
So when you fell for him and he to you, you knew that he would fall out eventually.
You knew that you were just the temporary escape, something that can always be surpassed. Hanma was insatiable.
“I’ll stop here.”
It was all he said. He’ll stop here. No explanations, no other words, not even a glance at your eyes. The usual carefree grin gone from his face and there wasn’t even a spark of interest in his eyes.
Hanma wasn’t one to play pretend; when he was done, he was done.
So why? Why do you still look for him in the throngs of people you pass by everyday? Why do you still wait for him in your favorite places? Why did you still want to talk to him, to hold him so intimately?
Hanma wouldn’t have hit rewind to be with you again, but you would have.
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suggested by: katie
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ varsity crush | pixie labrador [ 25. 10`24 ] 🥛 — kawaragi senju
❝oh if only all my pining leads you to me.❞
The smile on her face as she reads the letter while chaos resumes around her.
You try to not make it obvious that you were glancing at her, keeping a casual conversation with your seatmate who was too occupied in her rant to notice that you weren’t fully listening anymore.
Senju lets out a silent giggle and you can’t help but smile, watching her cute reaction.
You look away, class is starting. That was enough for you. It always has been.
You try to fool yourself so.
Isn’t seeing her smile enough? Isn’t seeing her happy enough? Isn’t seeing her keep your letters and your notes enough? Isn’t seeing her touch said notes gently before her games enough?
What if you want to be the person she’ll meet in staircases before her games? What if you want to be the person she’ll kiss in an empty classroom? What if you want to wear her varsity jacket just so that her last name will be yours even temporarily? What if you want to be the one who’ll tie her short hair into those cute twintails? What if you want to hold her hand?
What if you wanted to be something more?
With Kawaragi Senju nothing seems to be enough because you always want to be something more.
The bell rings and you realize that you were out of it the whole class. You sit there, staring at your desk, yearning for something more even though it was impossible.
Senju stops by the classroom door, bag in hand. She looks over her shoulder and gazes at your still form, preoccupied with your thoughts. She held the surface of her bag, the letter was still inside.
And she hopes that it was from you.
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suggested by: katie
this song is so effing cute. will write a full fic about this one day, i swear i’m adding it to my list.
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ rainbow | south border [ 23. 10`22 ] 🥛 — arashi keizo
❝can you hear me? there’s a rainbow always after the rain.❞
“Death isn’t the end, right Benkei?”
He remains silent, staring at the name on the monument, on the gravestone. He doubts it. Death may have been the end of everything.
He glances at you from the corner of his eyes and he clenches his fist, you were staring at him with wide eyes, a little shaky as if trying to pull yourself together. He couldn’t lose you to death as well.
But then you held his clenched hand with that smile of yours.
“I know what you’re thinking but death is a part of life, Benkei. Winning and losing, staying and leaving, beginning and ending, living and dying. All of it. It is life. And everything will be alright.
“Death is not the end.”
“Even if it is, I don’t want you to get there faster,” he complains, facing you now and a hand over yours that was still on his.
It was frustrating. To lose people to death is something irreversible and unstoppable. It’s messy, it’s nasty, it’s painful as if something is pulling your whole heart out in one move and making sure to do it slowly for you to feel every single agonizing movement.
You laugh, the tears in your eyes never seeming to drop. “There’s always a rainbow after the rain. Sadness is always temporary and it will bring something good in the end.”
How? Shinichiro is gone and someday, you will be too. How can anything good come out of this? 
“If I do get there first, just look for me when it’s your time. And I’ll be waiting.” Even in death, I will be.
Death is eternal. And if you find each other there, you can spend that lifetime and more together. Every rain will always have a rainbow, even death.
That is the good in death. 
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ leaves | ben&ben [ 15. 10`20 ] 🥛 — akashi takeomi
❝wounds of the past will eventually heal, and all will be alright in time.❞
When you lose your best friend, you feel as if everything around you is crashing and you’re unsteady, feet shaky as you try to make sense of the world you were used to seeing with another that is now gone.
When you lose your best friend, you touch your chest and feel that gigantic piece in your heart now missing because another person was once on it.
When you lose your best friend, your very best friend that you thought you could live forever with, you feel as if it’s the end and no beyond. You stand on the edge of the iceberg, just standing there.
When you lose your best friend, you forget that there are other people who will be willing to catch your hand just before you slip and fall.
He was twenty three but he felt like a young teenager all over again when you pulled him back just in time, looking at him with wide eyes filled with tears upon realizing what he was just about to do.
The car whizzes past him, honking one more time before disappearing off into the distance in no time with its speed. The street was empty, the night cold, but you sweat buckets when you hold him.
“Omi…”
He holds your hand back, gripping tightly, breath leaving him as you crash around his arms, pressed onto his chest. The both of you stumble down on the hard pavement and Takeomi shudders, head lowered on top of yours as you sob.
Black Dragons was his everything, Shinichiro was his best friend, but you… You are his lover.
Through your tears, you pull back to hold his face in between your hands, your lips quivering and yet you try to smile, just relieved at the fact that he was still alive right in front of you.
“I’m sorry,” he croaks out, getting teary-eyed as well.
You nod and you say nothing more but Takeomi pulls you back and you feel like a bundle of warm blankets in the cold winter, solace and tranquil, lulling him to sleep and whispering words of comfort as the season’s end draws near.
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ overdrive | eraserheads [ 26. 10`25 ] 🥛 — tachibana naoto
❝magda-drive ako hanggang buwan. please, please lang turuan nyo akong mag-drive. gusto kong matutong mag-drive, kahit na wala akong kotse.❞
If there was one thing Naoto did not know what to do in his multiple skills and talents, it was driving.
Tachibana Naoto wasn't one to drop anything, no matter how hard or how less he worked, and just leave whenever he wanted. He's much too dedicated to his work.
But if given the chance, with no consequences waiting for him at the end of the line, Naoto would like to get in a car one day and just drive to nowhere and everywhere.
He was sixteen years old when the thought first popped into his mind.
He was sixteen when he first stood in front of you with the intention of asking you out to be his.
He was sixteen when you accepted.
And he was sixteen when he started saving up for his first car.
However, he was eighteen when you taught him to drive. He remembered reaching the end of Japan, gas at the lowest, fed with cheap convenience store meals, and having his phone filled with missed calls from his family; but he was holding your hand and in that moment, that was enough.
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❝i will drive until i reach the moon. just please teach me how to drive. i want to learn how to drive, even if i don’t have a car.❞
do you ever just want to get in a car, drive, and disappear for two weeks and only come back home when you're finally out of money?
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ dulo ng hangganan | the itchyworms [ 12. 10`19 ] 🥛 — sanzu haruchiyo
❝binibigkas tanging pangalan mo, hinahanap ang mga yakap mo. pag-ibig ko, bakit lumalayo. pag-ibig mo, tila naglalaho.❞
What hurts more than letting go is doing so whilst knowing that you’ll never love anyone else for the rest of your life.
“I’ll love you even when the world burns.”
He was a liar.
But when he took his bags, hair dyed pink and that tattoo on him, marking him for the rest of his life and sealing his future…. When you said those words…
“Will you miss me?”
Matching his grin, you replied. “Of course not.”
You were a liar as well.
And because you were too busy trying to keep yourself grounded, trying to hold all the strings together and desperately trying to blink away any form of sadness that could have shown, you missed the way he did the same.
The same scars you used to kiss; the same lips that would whisper sweet things into your ears; the same eyes that stared into your soul, breaking you apart and stitching you back together. His picture on a television screen, a member of Bonten, a criminal. 
Sanzu didn’t just ruin his possible good of a future when he chose this path, he ruined yours as well.
When he left, he left with a part of you. That one piece that was so important, you never felt whole again. Your heart.
And now you sit there, years later, tears on your palms as you crumple like fallen leaves on the autumn you first kissed him, reminiscing of the boy you no longer know and the heart you no longer have, and his name that is no longer yours.
Your capability to love anyone else, gone with him. Because he will always be the one.
And if there was one thing you will always regret, it was not telling him that and putting your all into making him stay a little longer.
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dulo ng hangganan means the “end of forever”.
❝still saying your name, still looking for your embrace. my love, why are you leaving? your love, why is it disappearing?❞
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ torpedo | eraserheads [ 17. 10`20 ] 🥛 — shiba hakkai
❝pasensya na kung ako ay ‘di nagsasalita, hindi ko kayang sabihin ang aking nadarama.❞
He swallows the lump in his throat, desperately avoiding your gaze.
You had your hand on your hip, staring at him with such intensity in your gaze, Hakkai was sure that you were already starting to burn holes through his very being and he wasn’t imagining the stinging sensation after all.
“Seriously, when are you ever going to actually tell me?” You question, gnawing at your gums. It has been weeks since he tried starting a conversation, obviously wanting to say something, only to cut himself off.
You had let it slide the first few times but it gets annoying the longer it drags on.
Hakkai was keeping you on your toes; when one is kept on their toes for too long like some wannabe-ballerina, they get tired and pissed and fall down on the floor before stomping off in anger, lashing out at everyone because they did all that and instead of doing well, they just broke a nail.
He looks down, brows furrowed and fumbling with his hands.
You sigh.
It has been a major development that was the fruit of such care and persisting, he was finally talking to you. Your current problem now is to get him to say what he wants to say instead of just opening his mouth.
“Fine,” you murmur. “I’ll let it go this time but I swear this is going to be the last time, Hakkai.”
He meekly nods.
“I’m telling you. The next time you do this again, I’m going to have to force this out of you because you can’t keep on leading me on like this only to stop abruptly.”
He knew that you didn’t mean it that way. Hakkai was no player. If anything, he’s the actual opposite.
“Okay…”
You wave your hand at him, walking away to get to the mall before the premier of the movie starts. Having already wasted too much of your time.
He stands there, fists clenched and cursing under his breath, directed at himself. Why can’t I just tell her that I love her?
Hakkai sighs. One more chance. He has one more chance.
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torpedo is from the word torpe which is “a person who doesn’t have the courage to express his love for someone”.
❝i’m sorry if i don’t say anything, i’m not capable of saying how i feel.❞
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sie-rui · 3 years
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❀ kahit maputi na ang buhok ko | rey valera [ 08. 10`18 ] 🥛 — inui seishu
❝ipapaalala ko sa’yo ang aking pangako, na ang pag-ibig ko’y laging sa’yo kahit maputi na ang buhok ko.❞
“Seishu, would you still love me even when I’m not as beautiful as I am now?”
Inupi stops, peering at you as if you had committed the worst crime in the whole world. “Wait, what do you mean?” He puts down his book on the coffee table, shifting closer on the side of the couch where you sat—staring blankly up as if that was where you’re going when you pass.
You glance at him when his fingers find yours, hand wrapping on them tightly, Seishu not willing to let go. “No, nevermind.”
He tugs at your wrist, leaning over to rest his head on your lap. His blond hair is soft when your hand lands on his head gently, immediately brushing through the strands with no thought in your head.
Seishu kisses your stomach before nuzzling into it as you shudder at the intimacy. He mumbles sleepily, hand finding yours once more as the sunlight from the afternoon sun kindly lights his features. Ethereal was he but Seishu’s eyes only find yours.
“I’ll love you until my hair turns white, until I can’t even speak nor move anymore, until I’m in my final breaths and even the next life past the one after this.” He brings down your hand to press kisses on your knuckles, daring not to break eye contact. “Y/n, I will always love you; time nor appearances can never change that.”
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kahit maputi na ang buhok ko means “even when my hair turns white”.
❝i will remind you of my promise, that my love will always be yours even when my hair turns white.❞
i remembered listening to this song on the radio on lazy afternoons as i lay around and i just missed those times so badly. written for seishu’s birthday.
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❀ pelikula | janine tenoso (ft. arthur nery) [ 21. 10`21 ] 🥛 — kokonoi hajime
❝parang isang pelikula. ilayo man tayo ng tadhana, bumabalik sa bawat eksena. ikaw at ako, wala nang iba.❞
“They look like a movie, don’t they?”
He whistles, settling beside you with his usual sly look. His hands were in his pocket, uncaring of everything as usual but his looks were as sharp as ever.
You only shrug, looking at the couple slow dancing in the middle of the room and catching everyone’s eye. It was supposed to be a school dance but it felt as if everyone here were just extras and those two were the main characters of a cliche story, staring at each other’s eyes as if nothing else mattered. Like some kind of romance movie that everyone digs.
You sat there because you can’t dance for shit and he sat there because he doesn’t give a shit.
“Wanna be in a so-called movie state like them, then?” You tease but Kokonoi only snorts, looking at you.
“The person that I would want to be in a movie with doesn’t know how to dance.”
The lights shine on him so perfectly, hair swept to the side, and you fear that the heat on your face or the way your heart beats is too obvious. He doesn’t look away and you admit defeat by leaning back on your seat, clearing your throat.
“Do you want to be a movie like them as well, then?” He shifts, one of his arms over the back of the chair and his leg over his other. He was completely facing you now, cheek on the hand propped up on the plastic chair.
You hum, not needing to think about your answer. “Nah… The best love stories… aren’t made to be movies. They were between two people who genuinely wanted each other without a care if people were watching the story unfold or not.”
You glance at the couple. They were beautiful but they weren’t perfect. And that was okay. Movies, on the other hand, made things seem easier than it was. Flawless. You didn’t want a movie.
“I don’t need a movie. I want a realistic love story where we don’t have to pretend to be perfect and where we’ll have our ups and downs but still find each other in the end because of the amount of love we continue to have for each other and our refusal to give up on each other.”
Your gaze finds him once more.
Kokonoi had never once looked away from you.
He smiles, a genuine one this time and your heart is ready to give up and burn from the way he makes you feel.
“This is exactly why I fell in love with you.”
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pelikula means “film; movie”.
❝it’s just like a movie. even if fate separates us, we keep coming back to each scene. me and you, no one else.❞
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❀ gitara | parokya ni edgar [ 19. 10`21 ] 🥛 — matsuno chifuyu
❝aawit na lang at magpaparinig ng lahat ng aking nadarama.❞
Sometimes, he can’t believe how lucky he is to have you. Endlessly trying to pinch himself to see if it was real, if you were real when you take his hand among the many many people courting you, begging for you to look their way.
Sometimes, he can’t believe how lucky he is to have you.
Sometimes, he can’t believe how shameless people are.
He sees you across the cafeteria, brave schoolmates approaching you with gifts and chocolates and flowers since it was that one day in the year that just had to be a school day.
Valentines.
You were smiling sheepishly, accepting each one with a friendly disposition. It had almost grown monotonous, the gifts, the people, the praises. But you never did.
No matter how much you smiled, how much you repeated the same words of gratitude every single time for basic courtesy, you still looked colorful. A wonderful splash of colors, a masterpiece painted by a devoted artist with deft hands and deft heart who knew how to express himself through his work.
Kazutora elbows him and he almost falls off his chair, having become too occupied in his thoughts. “Just do it,” he whispers harshly before going back into making amiable talk with Baji who flashed him a grin.
Takemichi glances at him from the other side of the table, giving him a quick nod as he subtly passes the case that held his precious guitar.
Who had this brilliant idea to make him court the person he liked in the middle of Valentines by singing in the middle of the cafeteria, in the middle of the day? They deserve to be drowned.
Still, Chifuyu takes it from Takemichi’s hands, taking out the very instrument that he held close to him since his childhood. How could he not when it was given by you?
He traces his fingers on the body of the guitar, feeling as if all of the memories could rush into him at that very moment. Your shy smile, your elusive gaze, your soft hands, your lips on his cheek.  
Clearing his throat, he could already see some people giving him glances upon noticing his actions. Some had even caught up to his intentions and Chifuyu almost wavered.
His eyes met yours from across the room.
He strums the first chord and everything goes silent in the world that only had him and you.
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gitara means “guitar”.
❝i’ll just sing instead and let you hear all that i am feeling.❞
we had drummer!chifuyu before. today, i present guitarist!chifuyu. a little book of life reference because it’s almost the day of the dead.
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❀ minsan | eraserheads [ 09. 10`18 ] 🥛 — sano shinichiro
❝lahat ng bagay ay mayroong hangganan. dahil ngayon, tayo ay nilimot ng kahapon. ‘di na mapipilitang buhayin ang ating pinagsamahan.❞
“Sano Shinichiro! You absolute idiot!”
Your steps were heavy as you marched up to him. The boy had the guts to give you a sheepish smile, waving. Takeomi and Wakasa wore identical teasing smiles while Benkei rolled his fondly.
“Hey, Y-”
A smack and his head turns to the side with a snap, groaning in pain at the red now imprinted on his cheek.
“That hurt-”
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
“You idiot! You idiot! You’re an idiot. Stupid, selfish, brain-dead, jerk,” you curse at him, trying to push him away but also keep him caged in your arms simultaneously. “Your lanky ass could have gotten killed today.”
You pull away, hand still on his arm but Shinichiro was smiling, looking at you with a kind gaze. Other than the effect of your slap, there were other injuries on his face as well, including the bruise forming on the side of his forehead.
It was as if he couldn’t feel it judging by his smile. “And you’re stupid enough to just smile everything off, not knowing how close to death you were.”
He knew. Of course he did. Everyone knew.
But he holds you wrist, clicking his tongue playfully even though it had hurt to do so. “Stop nagging! Let’s go get dinner. Ramen! Takeomi is paying, of course!”
“Why me?!”
You scowl at him but Shinichiro doesn’t let go of you, already discarding his gang uniform somewhere in the base to switch it with his usual jacket. “C’mon, Y/n!”
You sigh.
From the corner of his eyes, Shinichiro could see the exasperated but genuine smile on your face.
“Wakasa, play rock-paper-scissors with me. If I lose, I’ll go and pay. If you lose, you pay instead.”
“No fucking way.”
“Benkei-”
“No.”
You look over your shoulder to see the three bickering but their steps don’t falter as they chase after you. The night was beautiful despite the injuries they hold on their bodies, for them being back home alive was enough.
*
You scoff, placing down a can of his favorite drink in front of the stone. There was no use to it, he wouldn’t be able to drink it. But it gave you a sense of normalcy, as if everything was fine when it was far from that.
His younger siblings are good and done for; the three are desperately holding onto Black Dragons, the only memory they have of him; and you… you sit there, wondering where all that time went.
“Stupid, selfish, brain-dead, jerk, an absolute idiot.”
Sometimes, some people aren’t lucky enough to spend the rest of their lives with their best friends.
“It was still too early, Shin. Too early for your lanky ass to get killed.” You stare at the gravestone like how you did every single day when you come to visit. “It’s unfair. I wanted to spend more time with you, with everyone. You were my best friend, the one I believed I couldn’t live without.”
And yet, here you were, alive.
And maybe, if we were given a chance, if we were given more time, we could have been something more.
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minsan means “sometimes; once”.
❝everything has an end. because now, we have forgotten yesterday. we can’t force to relive our memories together.❞
now, who was that bitch who researched on the whole eraserheads discography because a boy she has a tiny crush on liked them?
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