WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME FLOWERS? ｡｡｡

what’s in my bags <3

i so intensely crave this

someone needs to write a restaurant au where yn is a waitress and kyotani is a line cook

THE HELL WHY DO I CLIFFHANGER MY OWN DREAMS BY WAKING UP NOOOO

in the mood to make a sakris moodboard stay tuned

cant dm my mutuals like a normal person so i have to think of ridiculous things to post so i can maybe get an Interaction from them passivestyle

me and shoyo and suna and meeya’s wedding @kawoala

my moots younger than 17 block this tag underneath for this acc

and for my writing acc pomeloblush block melo’s club ty

─ ✦ Itoshi Rin who can’t stop drawing you.

It’s all he does. He sits in class, and instead of looking out the window at the football field right outside the classroom like he used to, he sits focused, paying attention to every detail that makes you, you.

From the back of the classroom, his pencil moves effortlessly, sketching the outline of your figure as you sit in the front row. His sketchbook is filled with you laughing, talking with your friends, and doing trivial things, but his favorite to draw is when you're listening to music. Because he can actually see when you’re lost in the music. By the subtle shifts in your expression, the slight upturn of your lips when a more happy song plays, or the way your body stills when the music turns somber. He notices how your fingers absentmindedly tap against your notebook, your focus shifting between the melody and the words you scribble down.

Now his sketchbook is filled with drawings of you, only you. So of course he has to get a new one, a new small black notebook that he can carry around everywhere.

After another long day, he walked to the bookstore in the city. He searched for the same model notebook he had, but he couldn’t find it, so he went for the last possible solution: ask someone for help. He approached the register with heavy steps and asked an older woman if she could help him. She kindly told him that her eyesight wasn’t always what it used to be, so she asked for a younger worker to help, and it was you.

You worked at this bookshop?

With a smile, pretending not to recognize him, you gently grabbed the notebook from his limp hands. His fingers remained frozen, too shocked by your unexpected presence to react and before he could stop you, you flipped open the notebook. Intending to find the model's name inside, but by opening it, you saw all the drawings. All the drawings of you, sketches on every page, not an inch uncovered. Some sketches were intricate and detailed, others rough and hurried, yet unmistakably you in every stroke. Rin just stood rooted in place, his expression pale and unreadable, his wide eyes fixed on you as if time itself had stopped.

Then, something seemed to snap him out of his trance. Because without a word, he lunged forward, yanking the notebook from your hands with more force than both you and him expected, he turned abruptly, bolting out of the store before you could even process it.