Tsukishima Drowning Me Bc I Can’t Swim

@stockholm1996

kaiser gives me pretentious filmbro, and everytime u watch smth of his choosing, ur sleeping with ur face pressed against his shoulder in ten minutes top. he only huffs out a little laugh, pulling you closer.

When Itoshi Rin tells you he’s got a dentist appointment, you don’t question it.

Even when he’s gotten back a few hours later, you don’t question why he’s so quiet, thinking he’s in one of his sulky, brooding moods. Sometimes you see his lip twitch slightly, as if he wants to say something, stopping himself just short of opening his lips–before turning and abruptly walking away. 

You finally realise why later on when you ask him what he wants with his Ochazuke, the steaming ceramic bowl gently set on your marble table. Rin sits hunched on the couch, a pervious match of his playing on the big screen of your TV. He doesn’t look away from his notebook, devotedly scribbling into the paper as he absent–mindedly replies,

“Sthalmon.”

Theres silence.

You pause what you're doing, and you could see Rin's body immediately go stiff. 

He had a lisp. A heavy one at that.

It was only then you noticed the flicker of metal in his mouth, a dash of blue that matched his eyes. You blinked, watching him. “Rinnie, did you get your brac–”

“No.”

You giggled at his deadpan expression, his neck to the tip of his ears flushed red, almost as if he was expecting you to coo over him. Any more overly sweet comments from your lips and it’s ‘lukewarm’ this and ‘lukewarm’ that, whatever that means. 

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Credit for theme: dollbrbie

it hasn't been long since rin rejected you. actually, it's been precisely two hours, twenty five minutes and... thirteen, fourteen, fifteen seconds. yes, he's been counting.

a silent sigh leaves his lips as his arm falls limp against his bed. he's checked his watch too many times, and now it feels like time is running slow. usually he wouldn't mind but... with you being his last prominent memory, he doesn't enjoy the bitter taste in his mouth. thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three seconds... and...

he finally breaks his gaze away from the ceiling, sitting up with his head hung.

maybe it was a mistake.

no, isn't it weird to say he started liking you after he saw you cry? the tears brimming in your eyes, the obvious cracks in your voice, and the smile you tried to put on... all because of him. he should be guilty, if anything, yet there's an overriding sensation in his heart. one that he shouldn't be experiencing.

it's not a big deal. his feelings will fade soon enough.

soon.

i am a painter.

maybe one day i will feel somewhat inspired to write for haikyuu again.

magnolias u will alwahys be special to me

i love watching liberty love on yt she’s my baddie she gives me motivation not to be a funky ass bitch

"we're breaking up" texts with bllk boys

ft rin itoshi, sae itoshi, nagi seishiro, alexis ness, chigiri hyoma, shidou ryusei

(twst version)

bakugou the king of just watching you like this 👁️ 👁️

mina says something abt him being down so atrociously bad and he goes "fuck you. you don't know what the fuck you're talking about" 👁️ 👁️

happy birthday isagi yoichi. you put the stars in the sky. i love u so much.