Tenya Iida Is Like The Perfect Man To Fall In Love With Like Are You Kidding

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im not putting in my fuck ass bottom retainers in anymore. My teeth get lose and still end up shifting FUCK THAT. crooked teeth for my bottom row until idgaf

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LOOK!!

is that bachi? i can’t tell who the blonde is😞

i am here w selfship questions!!!!!! for lowkey any selfship :3

↻ how do you guys handle miscommunication!!! who takes the first step to clear it up?

↻ what is like a habit u do that might be unusual but ur selfship finds cute? like whats something in u that you’re like hm but ur selfship likes about u?

↻ how did u guys celebrate ur first anniversary!!!

↻ do u guys have an inside joke?

↻ what is the most meaningful gift you’ve ever received from ur selfship!!!

omg yay hi sahri

how do you guys handle miss communication? who takes the first step to clear it up?

→ So whenever me and sakusa have a miss communication, both usually end up going up to each other at the same time to take the first steps to talk abt it, it’s not even on purpose we usually just wait a bit and come back to each other. if that makes sense

what is like a habit u do that make be unusual but ur selfship finds it cute? like what’s something in ur that you’re like hm but ur selfship likes about you?

→ So something unusual that osamu likes about me is how i look a mess when i wake up. I have TERRIBLE bed hair and he just adores my puff face and lips and my hair standing up straight. I think it’s weird but it’s whatever

how did u guys celebrate ur first anniversary?

→ me and shoyo celebrated our first anniversary in japan it was really all new for me because we met in brazil and i had never been to japan before we met. He took me out to a fancy dinner and then the next day we actually went to where he grew up and he showed me his life and it was so sweet i died.

do you guys have an inside joke?

→ me and kuroo have this joke about lev looking like the rat from the nutcracker and we genuinely can’t contain our laughs whenever we see him.

what is the most meaningful gift you’ve ever received from ur selfship

→ this is so hard, but it was atsumu’s gift to me, that he gave me when we were 15 (childhood sweethearts) it was a golden locket he spent 3 weeks working at some stupid pizza shop to buy me and i’ve kept it ever since, even though we didn’t start dating till after highschool i think we both knew then and there he would always be mine.

@dearru oh i’m crying…

It’s hard to argue with Suguru.

Not like it is with Satoru, who fights loud, two tempers crashing, both of you saying things you don’t mean but at least saying something. At least with Satoru, everything’s out in the open. Honest. Even when it hurts.

Suguru is different.

He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t combat your words. He just... tightens. Folds inward. Smiles a little too tightly, makes your coffee just the way you like it, overplans your days to “help.” He does everything for you, but never with you. He says he wants peace. Harmony. Love. At first, it felt like being cherished. Now it feels like you’re being caged. Never actually tells you what’s wrong. He’ll go passive-aggressive, clean the entire kitchen in silence, disappear into his thoughts for hours while insisting he’s fine. He’ll bottle everything up until you’re the only one spilling over. Until you look like the one who’s too much.

You try to bring it up - you try. That you feel smothered. That he never talks to you. That his silence makes you feel like you're the only one bleeding while he stands there pretending he’s not even scratched.

But he doesn’t respond. Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t even look at you. Just sits there, staring at the floor, leg bouncing, fists tight on his lap like it physically pains him to have this conversation. You hate raising your voice. But you feel like you’re screaming into a void.

And when you finally slam the bedroom door shut, frames rattling, it’s not because you’re angry. It’s because he stopped trying. He stopped meeting you halfway. Stopped seeing you.

He doesn’t follow, just sits there, biting back the tears. Biting down the words he wants to say but doesn’t know how. “Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. Please tell me how to fix this.” But nothing comes out.

Because if he lets the fire out, he’s afraid there’ll be nothing left.

Hours later, when the house is dark and your breathing’s turned soft in the guest room, he creeps in. Picks you up carefully, warm palms slipping underneath you. Carries you back to your shared bed. You stir, but don’t wake, and he thinks maybe that’s a blessing.

Pulls you close, tucks you against his chest, arms wrapped around you like he’s trying to glue the pieces back together without you noticing. Then, quietly, he cries. Doesn’t sob. Doesn’t shake the bed. Just lets the tears roll down his cheeks, one by one, into your hair. His fingers curl tightly into your shirt. His chest rises and falls with the kind of grief he’s never spoken aloud.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, again and again, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry I make it so hard to love me. I’m sorry I keep breaking things. I don’t know how to stop.”

You don’t move. Maybe you’re still asleep. Maybe you’re pretending.

He doesn’t mean to cry. He’s so careful, always so careful, with you, with the house, with the weight of everything he carries but never speaks about. But when he lays you down in the bed, when you shift just slightly and curl instinctively toward him even in sleep, something in him buckles. Brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingers. The pad of his thumb drags gently beneath your eye, wiping away the last of your tears, but his own are already falling.

His broad shoulders start to shake, just barely, like he’s trying to hold even his grief in check. A soft, broken breath leaves him, one he bites down on so hard it sounds more like a choke than a sob.

“I don’t know how to keep you,” he whispers, voice raw. “I don’t know how to stop ruining it.” Closing his eyes, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. Tries to breathe you in like you’re still his. Like he hasn’t already pushed you too far.

“I just wanted to make it perfect. I thought if I could just... if I could make everything perfect, then maybe you'd stay. That nothing would go wrong.”

He swallows another sob, muffles it into your skin. Every apology he didn’t say earlier pours out in pieces now, scattered and soft and full of everything he buried beneath that calm mask.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how to talk. I’m sorry I make you feel small. I just - ” his voice breaks again, “ - I was so scared. I’m always scared.”

He thinks you’re asleep. Thinks you don't feel the way his strong body trembles. Doesn’t know you’re awake now, barely breathing, listening to the truth he only speaks in quiet moments. You realize he’s not trying to control you out of malice.

He’s just a man surrounded by love, who never actually learned how to love.

strange…..vv strange.

me n samu are so j.coles love songs..

he’s too fine for this world😞

If he was real I am NOT leaving his dick unsucked fr