I Really Hope That They Try Coding And Absolutely Fuck Up Their Website BUT IM SO EXCITED HEHE YOU AND

is this you way if saying u wanna go on a lego date w me… 😊

HIII I FREAKJNG LOVED THE TAMAKI X PREGNANT READER SMM CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE MORE IT WAS SO CUTEEE MAYBE LIKE AFTER THE PREGNANCY AND TAMAKI JUST BEING OVERPROTECTIVE AND A GREAT HUSBAND

hello anonn! i'm so glad you enjoyed the tamaki x readerrr :DDD i apologize for the LOONG WAITT, i hope this satisfies what you were seeking! :D

❀˖° — suneater's sunshine, track 02

pairings : tamaki amajiki x fem!reader

warnings : none! :)

➤ masterlist!

“Tama, just hold her!” You chuckled softly, watching as your husband trembled while his eyes were fixated to your little daughter now snuggled in your arms. 

Himari was what he muttered out when you held her, his hand shakily touched her cheek, pulling it back rapidly as if she was going to disintegrate. You kept on nudging him to hold her himself, but he just kept refusing, scared that his hands were too sweaty to hold the small baby. Eventually though, he did cave in, nervously opening his palms as you gently handed the small bundle to him. 

A soft sigh of relief escaped his lips as he held her, softly rocking her as he shushed her. A small smile crept up his lips as he giggled softly while his eyes gazed oh so lovingly at her.

“...She’s beautiful,” He mumbled softly, a hand coming up to move the cloth out of the way of her face. All that while his finger brushed upon her soft little cheek, earning a small whine from her. He smiled, the same smile you've seen him with at your wedding day. 

You could only chuckle at the sight, Tamaki kept on softly mumbling praises to the small baby, something along the lines of, ‘I’m so happy you’re here, hm?’ or ‘You did such a great job, I’m so proud of you.’

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Time never did know rest. It felt like yesterday you were still swaddling Himari, shushing her cries and waking up in the middle of the night because she was hungry. Now, here she was, hair still damp, tied into a small ponytail with small clips adorned her hairline, her elementary uniform still a little bit too big on her. She smiled widely while Tamaki carefully adjusted her collars, on his knees.

“Don’t be afraid to talk, a-and make new friends, okay?” He smiled, tidying up Himari’s bangs.

She nodded, “Yes, dad!” 

“And if anyone is being mean to you, tell the teacher, okay?” 

“Yes, dad!” She nodded again, jumping on her feet. 

Tamaki smiled, kissing her forehead gently as he stood back up.

“Can we go noww?” She pleaded, clutching her bag strap while her other hand tugged at Tamaki's arm.

You chuckled softly, walking over to press a long kiss to both her cheeks, earning a whine from her as well as a small giggle. As you stood up, a gentle tug was calling by your waist, pulling you to your husband’s embrace. He smiled, brushing his knuckle over your cheek before softly doing the same as he did to Himari, then muttering a soft goodbye. “I’ll be off, angel.”

dworkism | do not repost!

ngl i love the fact that kirishima was lowkey inspired by mina when it comes to becoming a hero (or like taking charge). i just feel like so often in media everything has to be the girl looking up to the guy and then aspiring to be like him and then they forget to give her like... any other traits and its so bad. but with mina and kirishima they established the both of them and then explained what they mean to each other and how they inspire/inspired each other in different ways

aot fans be prepared to feel my wrath !!

if i don’t draw krbk everyday i die

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EAT MY DUST .ᐟ

tokyo is a bustling, sprawling city, containing passions and hatreds and anything—everything—alike. it just so happens that F1 driver hajime iwaizumi and you, actress Y/N L/N, happen to cross paths. a one-off coincidence at first, but it proves to be more significant when you are plagued by spirally rumours and the curse of the internet.

smau & written hybrid series feat. h.iwaizumi

contents fame au, f1 driver iwaizumi, actress reader, fem reader, iwaizumi is a gentleman but wow he needs to bite his tongue sometimes, instigator oikawa, likely substance usage, crude humour and language, tba . . .

status upcoming — second in line to my ongoing series taglist open (0/50)

introductions supa fast, too furious . . . extras united

take one : tba . . . take two : tba . . . take three : tba

extras tba . . .

a fushiguruuzzzz™ film. copying, sharing, etc without permission will result in the haunting of your bloodline.

Sketch Redraws: where I pick at random to redraw screenshots saved on my phone lol

Note: I’m considering doing sketch commissions for the summer but I’m still unsure I’ll have time

if it was denki in this scenario he’d be like “can i have ur two lips in exchange for these tulips?” 😜

MORE KIRI STUFF YOU WRITE HIM AMAZINGGGG

⋆˚࿔ an orchid’s pollen

just as you find your artistic inspirations running low, a sweet flower boy sweeps in and gives you a new perspective on things.

contains: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, fluff, written + smau!!

authors note: thank u sm for the request AND compliment?? omg ur spoiling me 🤗 anywho i love kiri and i’ve had this idea for a minute now i’m soo happy i finally came around to writing it. this is for all the students or artist that are struggling rn :) u got this !!

word count: 2.8k

wandering. that’s what you were doing. wandering and pondering. 

the new school semester had left you with a fresh start; a clean canvas that you could fill however you wanted. the question was, what did you want?

even though you didn’t want to admit it, the evidence was there; you were slowly dwindling into an artist block. your motivation was low, school assignments being the only thing encouraging you to pick up your paint brush everyday. 

you groaned, your feet heavy on the pavement. anyone passing would undoubtedly see your pained expression. 

some ancient reddit post you’d read this morning said a change of scenery could “spark your creativity”. what a load of crap.

though you couldn’t deny, it was a pretty nice day out.

you found yourself in a boldly decorated plaza that you somehow never knew was so close to your campus. there was a slight breeze, but it was a warm, comforting one. fairy lights hung from the tall rising lamp posts, lighting up the smooth stone path under the soles of your shoes. beside the lights were mini pink banners printed with flowers, which you knew represented the spring flowers blooming. most shops had large windows, showing whatever it was they were selling on the display shelves. 

you scanned the side of the street you are on; a cafe, an antique shop, a bakery, another cafe. yeah, you weren’t feeling inspired. if anything you were feeling hungry. 

you moved your gaze to the other side of the street. more cafes, a clothing shop, and—.

a glimpse of a colorfully embellished shop caught your attention, managing to stand out on the already brightly decorated street. 

you picked up your pace, trying to get a clear view of the window. 

exploding with color were flowers planted on the window sill. there was a fair arrangement of different types of flowers with delicate shades of every color you could think of. roses, tulips, lilies. baby blue, lavender purple, golden yellow. 

your eyes widened, maybe that reddit post wasn’t lying after all. 

you quickly ran across the street.  

now, in front of the shop, you could see how pretty the flowers really were. their petals were shooting towards the sky, clearly having been grown in amazing conditions. 

you stared at the plants in awe for a moment. the petals seemed to speak back. your breath hitched and something sparked. you moved to pull out your phone, wanting to ensure you wouldn’t miss this perfect canvas opportunity. but before you could, a soft voice spoke up. 

“hello! could i help you with anything?” 

your body stiffened at the sudden disturbance. you looked over to where the voice had come from.

your eyes locked onto red ones.

the pair of eyes belonged to a boy who seemed to be around your age. he had bright red hair that stopped right below his chin though the back seemed to be longer, grazing along his nape. he had a sharp toothy grin plastered on his face, complimenting his soft eyes. you took notice in how he look just slightly disheveled, dirt speckled on his elbows and a thin line of sweat coating his forehead.

the green apron tied around his waist— which seemed to just barely wrap around his large figure —read: “daichi’s flowers”. the pockets of his apron seemed to be stuffed with hand tools; a white pair of what you assumed were gardening gloves, a scruffy towel, a pair of pruning shears, and a pack of seeds that you couldn’t quite make out the name of.

you realized how weird you must i’ve looked gawking at the flowers from outside the shop. 

“sorry! did i scare you?” the red haired boy brought his hand to the back of his hand, rubbing it awkwardly as he smiled apologetically.

you then realized you hadn’t replied to his first question. 

“oh— no! i mean— it’s fine.” you sputtered stupidly. nice going. “i was just browsing..” you attempted to justify.

“would you like to browse inside?”

your eyes narrowed, “welll…”

the inside of the shop smelt like heaven, a mix of pollen and a fruity incense hanging in the air. it only made sense but there were flowers everywhere. hydrangeas in mini clay pots, shrubs hanging from the ceiling, even lotus flowers floating around in little glass bowls. 

the shop glowed with a fluorescent yellow undertone, courtesy of the lantern shaded lights. music from a japan pop band you didn’t know the name of played softly from the speakers above. the excessive amount of flowers led to simple decor, just a couple of paintings and photographs hung up on the walls. your shoes clunked against the white oak floor. it was really nice.

the employee hovered close behind you, not-so-subtle observing your every move. 

you shrugged it off and made your way to the right wall of the store— which was right beside the window display. there, they had different types of flowers neatly organized into wooden crates. taped onto each crate was a piece of paper with the name of the flower written and a short description. you leaned in, reading the script for the first crate of flowers lined up against the wall. 

chrysanthemum — for fidelity, joy, and long life. 

you tapped your finger against your hip. flowers have specific intentions?

you read on.

ranunculus —- for radiant charm and attractiveness.

dark center poppies — for beauty, magic, and eternal life. 

“they’re pretty cool right? mr daichi works really had to make sure all the flower bloom properly.” the boy chirped from behind your shoulder.

you straighten your posture and turn to face the boy. when you saw his grinning face— the way his smile hadn’t seemed to falter since you first encountered him —you felt something strange curl up in your chest.

 “…yeah.” you simply replied, too stifled to say much more. 

he didn’t allow silence to take up your interaction, quickly adding, “these are my favorite.” he pointed to a crated full of pink heavily petalled flowers. 

peony — for bravery, honor, good fortune, and self-expression. 

“i bring them to the gym.”

a smirk curled onto your lips, “you bring flowers to the gym?” you ask, tone just barely brushing the boundary of being teasing. you didn’t know the guy, but the idea of a big guy arriving at the gym with a blushing bouquet of peonies made you feel..  intrigued.

“yeah man! i gotta motivate my community somehow right?” he grinned, making large gestures with his hands as he spoke. 

your brows furrowed but the smile on your face remained. “does it work? like, encourage your gym members?”

“for sure! i know the guy at the front desk likes it! oh and last time bakubro loved them!” he stopped to scratch his cheek, “well.. he didn’t crush them like he usually does so i’d consider that a win.” the employee placed a thinking finger on his chin before nodding confidently and you laughed. suddenly your day felt a lot more hopeful. 

“okay well, do you have any flowers that could … get me out of a tough situation?”

“oh, trouble in paradise?” the boy grinned. 

you almost laughed again. painting and university was basically your entire life at the moment, leaving no time for relationship. (unless you consider your on and off time in the studio a relationship) “not quite..”

“then i’d suggest…” he walked further into the shop, skimming the shelves. you followed him until he stopped in front of a smaller crate. 

there laid a generous collection of reddish pink flowers with dark, glossy green leaves sprouting from their stems.

camellia — for desire, passion, and refinement. 

“these babies are absolutely gorgeous.” he carefully picked a flower from the crate and placed it out towards you, offering. “they should help you feel brand new.”

you took the flower, spinning it between your fingers to really examine it.

“they’re a type of bush, evergreen. so we sell them as singles.” 

you nodded at his words but really all your attention was on the camellia. 

you traced a delicate finger atop the petal. there was something so beautiful, so simple, about a single flower standing strong and still. the view pumped a familiar feeling through your blood; inspiration.

the employee must’ve taken notice in your admiration because not too long after his voice rose, “sooo, want me to ring that up for you?” he pointed back towards the register, a cheesy grin still on his face.

snapping out of your trance, meeting the red eyed boy's gaze for the second time that day. though now the sweetness had melted away, his eyes full of smoldering fire.  

and thought you wanted to do anything but douse that flame, you were a very broke art student. “i.. wasn’t planning on buying today. sorry.” you said sheepishly.

you began to put the flower back but he stopped you, gripping a firm hand on top of your wrist. “don’t!“

before you had time to react he pulled his hand away. you watched as he attempted to stuff it into his pockets but found they were full, so he just hid it behind his back. he brought his other hand to mouth and let off an awkward cough, “i mean, you seem like use it. to brighten your day, yaknow?”

you shook your head, confused.

“it’s on the house.”

“wha— are you sure? i could just leave it, it’s no big deal.” 

he nodded persistently, “i’m sure.”

you felt your cheeks grow warm. you weren’t sure if you were flattered or just embarrassed that this guy felt you needed handouts. 

you clenched the flower in your hand. “okay then,” you searched his apron for a name tag to no avail. “thank you..?”

thankfully he took the hint. “oh! kirishima! eijiro kirishima. and you’re..?”

“f/n l/n.”

“f/n l/n,” he repeated easily, the syllables rolling off his tongue. “l/n with the sticky situation, got it.”

you giggled. “well, thank you kirishima. for your help and—“ you carefully waved the flower, “this.”

“‘course! no problem at all.” he nodded.

you both stood there for a moment. you considered leaving then but for whatever reason the conversation felt unfinished. 

and like he read your mind, kirishima spoke up, “we get new flowers every friday.” you surveyed his face, his attitude seeming to have changed into a persuading one. “roses, sunflowers, sedums…” he trailed off. “um i guess what i’m trying to say is, you should stop by often! i swear these flowers bring good luck or something.” he chuckled, large hands finding their way to tangle up with his hair once again. 

“oh…” you blushed. was he flirting with you? “i’ll be really busy this semester...”

that was true. with your final project coming up you had to be super attentive to your work. 

“that’s fine!” he waved his hands frantically. “how about i text you whenever we get a new shipment? if you like the flowers we got then you could stop by.”

you were taken aback by his request, “you’d really do that?” you asked, but for some reason you felt like he wasn’t lying. he had such an honest, charismatic aura that you could clearly see when he first approached you at the front of the story and you were sure anyone else could spot from a mile away. 

“if it makes your day better than totally!” he proved, glowering in hospitality. 

“okay then. sure, why not.” i couldn’t hurt. occasionally text about flowers? yeah that couldn’t hurt at all. 

“awesome!” he pulled his phone out from his jean pocket and handed it to you. 

you typed your number in and gave it back. 

“kirishima!” the voice of an older man called from out of sight. “i need you out the back!”

“that’s my cue. guess i’ll see you when i see you, yeah?” he jogged off towards the back of the store, giving you two thumbs up as he did.  you shook you head and smiled, “yeah, yeah. see you.” you gave him one last nod before you walked out of the glass doors, the start of a new inspirational era for you in hand.

“kirishima.” 

the red haired boy, who was facing the opposite side of the street, spun around. “hey! there you are.” 

you had taken the same walk you did three weeks ago, ending up at the exact spot where you first noticed daichi’s flowers from across the plaza. “the shop’s on the other side of the street, you know that right?” you joked, gently nudging his shoulder.

he let out a playful laugh, “of course. i just wanted to walk you across the street.” he said, nudging you back.

“oh..” you bit the inside of your cheek, praying that the slight burn you felt wasn’t showing on the surface of your skin. “thanks.”

kirishima smiled and looked both directions before tilting his head towards the road. you both walked across the street together, safely making it to the entrance of the flower shop. 

“we’ve been pretty busy recently. with the season change and all that.” kirishima said as he opened the glass door for you. 

when you walked in, you felt a rush of calmness wash over you. the plants were in the same place they had when you last came— as a matter of fact there were even more —and the smell of the strawberry incense still flurried in the air. you could definitely get used to this. “i’m glad we could find time to hang out.” 

“me too.” you said. you ogled at all the new additions, taking notice of the ones that kirishima had been texting you about for the past weeks. 

kirishima walked ahead of you and ducked behind the front counter. “i actually have something for you.” 

“you do?” you gripped onto your bag, which contained a mini 4 by 4 canvas. on the canvas, you had painted the camellia kirishima had given to you and a pink rose, which you remember him telling you meant appreciation.

it wasn’t your best work. it definitely didn’t take the most amount of time. but it had a deeper meaning, a strong feeling behind it. and wasn’t that what art was all about?

“yeah, it’s not much but..” you could see his hair— which was styled in big, tall spikes today —poke out from behind the counter as searched for your gift. when you heard rustling that sounded like paper you immediately knew what it was.  

kirishima pulled out a beautifully paper wrapped bouquet. twine and white ribbon circumstanced to lower stem, coming up in the front with a perfectly tied bow. the greenery consisted of boxwoods and yew that surrounded the main flower.

“they’re—“ 

“orchids.” you finished. within the brown paper held delicate pink orchids, their soft petals brushed with faint streaks of yellow. “representing love and.. confession” you said softly.

“you know.” kirishima spoke, almost breathless, like he couldn’t believe it. he came around the counter to be face to face with you and handed you the bouquet. “how’d you know?” he spurred stupidly. 

you took it bouquet, connecting your fingerprints to the vevetly speckles of yellow. “i may or may not have been touching up on my flower knowledge.” you confessed. you peered up at him, catching the way his expression went from and intrigued to radiant. he was practically glowing; his signature boyish smile on his lips, his pupils dilated and shining. and it was an absolutely precious sight. 

“that’s—” he let out a happy sigh. “awesome.” he swayed back on his heels “i mean, i was looking towards to telling you myself but,” he raised his hand towards the bouquet. “looks like you got it all figured out.” 

“thank you.” your smile was wide. you could feel how prominent your blush was but you felt no shame. “i have something to you too.” you reached for the canvas in your bag, almost hesitant, but when you glanced up and caught kirishima blazing eyes again, you felt at ease. “since my main piece isn’t done yet i made you this.” 

kirishima, who already had his hands out, accepted the gift. “y/n.” he only looked at the painting for a moment before meeting your gaze again, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off you. your heart fluttered in your chest. “you didn’t have to.” he uttered, voice as soothingly as a lullaby.

“you didn’t either.” you held up the bouquet.

“it’s just—“ he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips together to desist his growing smile (which wasn’t working at all). “you’re like the coolest person i’ve ever met. and i’ve only know you for a couple weeks!” his eyes then abruptly fell to the floor. his next words were barely audible as he professed, “id love to get to know you more.” 

you giggled at his sudden feel to get shy.

hooking an arm around his, you proposed, “want to get stuffed on cafe pastries?” your tone clear of your intentions. 

he soften at your touch, “only if it’s a date.” he pressed, watching your lips quirk up into a smile, leading to his own doing the same.

“of course it’s a date.”

my little things

۶ৎ ─ skatentines!

pairings : kaminari d. x gn!reader

warnings : swearing, mutual pinning, cheesy, SO AWKWARD, a bit slow-paced, reader is kinda flirty :P

a/n : FIRST SMAU I'VE EVER WRITTEN SORRY IF ITS BAD :(

“Siiiigghhh…”

Today had been slow in the skate shop, and nothing bores the blonde boy more than a slow day in the shop. Kaminari huffed, glancing his golden eyes to the clock, watching it tick by slowly. The faint electric guitar riffing the melody he had grown to know every high and lows already had repeated for the fifth time that day, and all he had to say was a groan as he threw his head to the counter as he peeked at the time again, wishing his shift was magically over.

Ring! The door opened, a small bell rang from the top of it, as you walked in, your eyes darted around the shop as your hands clutched a skateboard by the trucks of it. Then, you spotted him, walking over slowly.

“Hey, um…” You spoke, fidgeting with the wheels of the board.

“I’m here to get some wheel change…” 

Kaminari stood there for a moment, his eyes wide and his lips parted just slightly as he seemed to eye you up and down. Then he spoke up, clearing his throat.

“Oh! Uh… yeah, w-we can help with that.” He smiled sheepishly, nervously rubbing his hands to the side of his jeans.

You handed your board, carefully placing it on his hands as he reached out. The board clacked softly against the counter as he placed it down, wheels facing up. He hissed in the air from his teeth.

“Nice board.” He grinned at you, which slowly turned into pursing his lips from his realization of his awkwardness.

You nodded your head, “Thanks,” 

Silence fell between you two, broken only by the faint melody of Avril Lavigne singing from the speakers; something about skater boys, and the sound of him rummaging through the counter’s cabinets, taking out a wrench, and a new set of wheels, as well as a piece of cloth already dirtied by oil.

“So uh,” “Just the same set? Streets?” He made sure, pausing his hands just before he opened the packed wheels.

You nodded, “Yeah, streets.”

Damn it, this is so… awkward… He thought, biting the insides of his cheek, pursing his lips with slightly furrowing brows as he nodded to your request. He cleared his throat, maybe louder than he had to. His hands opened the wrapped wheels, white, solid, and smooth, with small designs at the sides. He glanced at you from beneath his hair, meeting your eyes maybe a little bit too precisely. He darted his eyes back down, clearing his throat again. The familiar feeling of heat creeped up his neck. 

“S-so uh…” He croaked, “How long’ve you had this board for?” 

You stammered for a second, caught off guard by his sudden question. “Around… two years?” 

He hummed in response, nodding his head. “Nice,” “You took nice care” He smiled, tilting his head up from his work to look at you.

Much to his surprise, he was met with you smiling back so sweetly as you nodded. “I don’t really skate that often.” You admitted, chuckling as you softly swayed your body back and forth to get rid of the nerves. He laughed along, screwing tight the bolts before he lifted the board up, turning it around to check it from below.

“That should do it,” He grins, handing the board back to you.

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?” Receiving the board on your right hand, you reached into your bag to take out your wallet.

He stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly to be considering something in his head as he eyed you up and down from your face to your board. Then, he grinned, turning to the cashier, tapping on a tablet before looking back at you. Seeing your confused face, he giggled. “For someone as cute as you? Free.” He said, his grin turning to a small smirk. 

“Are you sure?” You chuckle lightly, tilting your head to the side to study his face, I guess he’s kind of cute. His eyes stayed fixed, nodding as he gestured to you to be off on your way.

“More than sure.” 

“...Okay thenn…” You smiled, shrugging off.

As you left, he waited for a moment, listening until your steps had receded, before he hit his head, slapping himself on the cheek because what the hell was that, Kami?! He mocked himself, reenacting the way he said his flirt to you, and cringed. Groaning loudly as he dropped his head on the counter.

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“Come o-on! It’s been months since we last hung outt!” Mina’s voice whined from the phone. You hummed as you contemplated, your hand lazily flicked down on your board’s wheels, the same free wheels from a month ago, now already scratched and dirty from use.

Sigh… “Okay, fine, meet me at the park.” You smiled, complying as you stood up and flicked your board to your hand. Mina’s cheer was heard, followed along by a repeating chant of ‘Let’s go!’. 

Winds of afternoon greeted you as you walked out the gates of your apartment complex, you zipped up your jacket, one hand clutching the board by the deck, letting it rest beside your waist. 

Upon arriving, Mina was sitting on the edge of a curb, her legs curled up against her chest while her head rested on her knees, lazily gazing down on her pink phone while her board lay idly beside her.

“Oi” You called out, snickering at her lonely form.

Her head snapped to your direction, grinning as she jumped up, greeting you. “Y/N!!” She chimed, skipping her steps to you. “I need to go to the skate shop down the street first, c’mon.’ She cheekily smiled, tugging by your hand to turn your body to the opposite direction.

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Ring! The shop’s door rang, jolting Kaminari awake from the nap on his hands, making him stand back up immediately. “Hey, welcome—”

Wait. He recognized… that smile, your face, your eyes, he remembered that. Of course he did, despite it being a whole month ago. He told Eijiro of your purchase that day, sheepishly admitting he gave away a 2000 yen worth of purchase to someone he thought looked so cute. Sure, he got some scolding, but it was worth it… he guesses. 

The world sure is small. You’re friends with Mina, a friend he had known even before he worked here. 

“Mina!” He greeted, grinning as he made his exit from behind the counter. Mina smiled, hugging him as she rambled about how she missed going into the shop, and how her injuries’ gotten better so now she can start skating again.

Kaminari smiled, glancing towards you, he mustered up the courage to greet you. “Hey, I remember you.” He said, grinning sweetly as if that was a normal thing to say to someone who you had met only the second time. 

“I remember you, too,” You replied a little too quickly. I mean—how could you not? The cute blonde who gave away a wheel set worth 2000 yen to you? And for a second, just one second, you swore to yourself you saw his smile tightened just slightly as you said that.

He quickly diverted his gaze away from yours, clearing his throat to push away that small blush creeping up his neck. “So uh…” He rubs his neck, glancing at you two from the corners of his eyes. “W-what brought you guys here?”

“Just wanted to get some spray paints.” Mina chimed, already making her way to the shop’s aisles, before shortly the sound of cans clanking in her hands were heard, muttering to herself as she debated on the colors she wanted to get, something about pink or yellows, while Kaminari stood awkwardly by your side, waiting for her to make her purchase by the counter as he swayed back and forth on his feet. “So uh… you wanna get anythin’...?” He spoke finally, a hint of crack was heard in his voice as he grinned sheepishly, puckering his lips to the side almost immediately.

“No…” You chuckled fiddly. “Just uh… waiting for her…” Your thumb pointed to Mina, who was still muttering to herself by the aisle.

It seemed like crickets sang between the two of you, and if this was a reality show, the narrator had probably commented ‘Awkward…’ towards your interaction. He opened his mouth slightly, a small sound came out from him like he was trying to say something… but then, Mina made her way back, rattling the cans in her hands as she grinned happily. “Got ‘em!! Let’s go!” 

And so you two walked out. You turned to look at him as you reached for the door, with an intention of waving to him. His smile greeted you. A dumb, silly, adorable smile, before he quickly snapped back to reality, waving back to you frantically.

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The first thing that greeted you as you opened a packet of bandages at home were Mina’s texts, chiming your phone.

You snicker at your phone, placing it beside you as you gently placed a bandaid on your scraped knee, patting it softly to secure it in place. 

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It’s February! What better way is there to celebrate the month filled with hearts then to make an event? Thundergrind, the small skate shop down the street near a skate park, had been busy from the night before, decorating their ceilings with little paper hearts and unpacked their valentines’ special uniforms. Kaminari and Eijirou half-heartedly did one last check of their shop, before nodding in agreement, iiitt’s ready!

The blonde stood by the counter, waiting for any customers to enter, his foot tapping the floor to the song playing by the speakers. His job today was easy; help people decorate their boards, and spray paint their shirts. 

He groaned, “Vaaalleenntiinness’...” dropping his head to the counter. 

He is convinced to the core that today is going to be the most boring day of his time at the skate shop, if not the whole week. He’s still got at least a week handling the same job, and probably witnessing some disgusting interactions between the couples in the shop. Eijiro snickered, “C’mon, lighten up a bit.” He smiled, nudging Kaminari’s shoulder.

“Don’t wanna,” Kaminari huffed, resting his chin on his palm.

The day went on almost as he expected, straining smiles to the couples requesting cheesy designs, laughing a bit too loud at any awkward jokes, at least the shop’s lively he thought.

Ring! The shop’s door rang for the umpteenth time that day, and suddenly his job that day felt like lead weights on his shoulder. Watching you walk in with a blank white tee slung over your shoulder, making a bee line to his counter.

“Oh! Hey uh–... It’s you, hehe…” He smiled, then grinned, then just pursed his lips, running a hand through his hair.

You smiled nodding to him as a greeting while you slowly took the shirt from your shoulder, while your other hand fidgeted with your phone.

“I heard you guys… do shirt designs, for valentines'...?” You asked, raising your shoulders as you lifted the shirt in your hands.

He nodded fervently, smiling. “Mhm!” As his gloved hands already readied the spray paints on the counter, “I’ll do whatever you want—” 

Pause.

“...I- I meant the designs.” 

You snickered, handing him the shirt.

And for a moment, the small warmth from his gloved hand brushed against your fingers, a smile crept up your lips.

“I wanted a lightning bolt,” You said, shyly tilting your head to the side as you averted his nervous gaze. “Like your hair,” 

A moment of silence was there, and you looked up to see him silently stammering while his hand tried to translate what he was trying to say, the other sheepishly brushing his hair back.

“Cool, cool, I can definitely do that.” He finally manages while clearing his throat, a hint of shakiness in his voice while his hands scurried to find the spray paints again. “Y-yellow? Oorr…” 

You nodded, reaching your finger to the shirt to trace the design you had in mind. “Mhm, yellow, going from here to here,”

He smiled, nodding as he bent down to the shirt, putting on his mask while propping himself on his shoulders to get started on the shirt.

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Kaminari sighed, pulling down his mask while he brushed his hand under his nose. He smiled, satisfied with the work he’d done on your shirt, now decorated with a lightning bolt across it. He looked up to you, grinning.

“So, how’d you like it?” A proud tone on his voice.

You smiled, silently chuckling at his obvious pride. “I love it, Kami, Thanks.

“...You did a great job,” You added, even if it wasn’t even necessary. 

The blonde’s grin faltered to a shy smile, as he brushed his hand under his nose again, a smudge of paint perched on it, and without a single thought,

you reached your hand, gently wiping his nose while snickering, “You got something… there.”

WHAT THE FUUUUUCKKK I’m gonna die RIGHT NOW. LIKE. RIGHT. NOW.

“Oh! Uh– Thanks…y/n,”

Kaminari’s mouth opened and closed before he so very shakily said, “Y-you’re… so sweet.” 

His hands scurried to take off his gloves, as he turned his back on you, muttering stuff you didn’t quite catch, something along the lines of 'Why did you say that?!' or something. When he turned back around, he grinned again, it seemed strained, almost awkward as he reached for your shirt.

“H-here, uh–...” 

CLANG! TANG! Were the sounds the cans made as he knocked them over, hurrying to salvage them before they made too much noise.

“S-sorry, here..”

You giggled, gently grabbing the shirt he handed. As you reached for your wallet, he reached out, almost grabbing your wrist to stop you. “It’s… o-on the house.” He smiled, immediately pulling back his hand to his side, clenching his fist.

“Really now, again?” You smiled.

“...If it makes you think of me, theenn… why not?” He grins sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders as an attempt to get rid of his nerves. You couldn’t help but scoff out a chuckle, failing miserably to hold back a smile, then a grin. “I already do.” You mumbled, before your ears picked up on a thud, while he ducks down to grab some more paint, along with some more cans clattering. He stood up immediately, rubbing the top of his head with the stupidest grin he’s thrown at you. 

You still reached for your wallet anyway, grabbing the pen lying by the counter to scribble something on the cash you had, placing it on the counter before you turned away, throwing him one last smile. 

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Closing time had never felt so nice. Kaminari’s smile hadn’t faltered since you left. In his pocket (that he kept on checking in to) lies the cash you had given him, despite his words. He rummaged his pocket again as he locked the shop’s doors, unfolding the small ruffled up paper, as his fingers smoothed out the small numbers you had written messily on it, your phone number. 

He couldn’t help but let out a small squeak as he walked, his eyes looking at the Yen like it’s a treasure he had found in the middle of trash, which it is, in his opinion. 

“Spill,” Eijiro chuckled, nudging him. “You’ve sulked all day, but now you’re all jolly?”

Kaminari’s hand immediately pocketed the small cash, clearing his throat. “Nothin’” Yet his smile betrayed his ecstasy. “Just…happy that the day’s over, is all.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

Eijiro’s skepticism was obvious as he huffed, rolling his eyes. “Mhm, suuuuure.” 

…

“I got their number!!” Kaminari blurted out, clapping his hands over his mouth to hide his huge smile.

The red head’s eyes widen, along with his toothy smile. A cheer escaped his lips as he pushed Kaminari’s shoulder, laughing. “Text them, hello??” 

“I will, I will!!!” 

“...At home.” Kaminari stuck out his tongue, pacing up his steps to race past Eijiro.

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Kaminari immediately closed, locked his apartment door. Leaning against it while clutching his phone on his chest, he looked like those rom-com movie characters right now. His grin still graced his red-nosed face, as he slowly glanced down to his phone, his thumbs hovering over the keyboard before typing out his first message to you.

Kaminari’s smile tensed. His thumbs froze, and the typing… bubble kept on replaying the animation as he stared at your message. He speeds to his bed, screaming into his pillow while he giggles, but stops abruptly to slap himself.

“Be a man, Kaminari, be a man.” 

He huffed, slapping both his hands to his cheeks.

Never had a laugh and a scream escaped from his lips that fast, and that loud. Kaminari’s hand slammed his phone to the bed, as he covered his mouth with his pillow again, giggling while jumping all around his apartment. 

Handsome. HANDSOME. HANDSOME.

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The evening winds caressed his face gently as he rocked back and forth on his heels, one hand clutching his phone, one hand rubbing up and down on his bag’s strap nervously. In his pocket, lay a small letter he wrote himself after around ten times redoing, along with a small simple black bracelet he had bought just three days before, dragging Eijiro and Mina to find the perfect one. 

“Kami,” Your voice softly called, making him turn around to look at you. And if the shop’s LED’s weren’t enough to make your eyes look like the prettiest things he’s seen in the world, then boy did the setting sun and the skies do. 

Oh, oh. 

The first impression he had on you when you two first met was that you were so cute. But goodness the orange hue of the sun bouncing off your hair, your cheeks, oh my GOD he was ready to just kiss your cheeks.

“H-Hey! Uh…” 

“You look… n-nice…” He grins, sheepishly swaying his body right and left as you approach.

You smiled, running your hand back through your hair while you fidgeted something in your pocket.

“Thanks, Kami.” 

He smiled, grinning from ear to ear. His hands twitched—he wanted to pinch your cheeks. But he held back, obviously.

You two walked along the skate park, accompanied by the scrapes and the clacks of other skaters in the park, chatting and rambling about various things. He would beam up when you mentioned you also liked Avril Lavigne, or My Chemical Romance, and even Paramore. Awkwardly, he would tell you that he can do a trick, then landing on his bum after doing a small ollie. 

Then, you would giggle and snicker, and he finds himself purposely messing up his tricks just to hear those cuts of laughter from you. And every time he did succeed to earn your laughter, he’d give the stupidest, dorkiest smile ever, before standing up, brushing himself off. 

“You’re faking this,” You teased, between laughter.

“Naaaww, I’m just bad.” He grins, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes flickering between you and the ground as he smiles. “Okay, maybe I’m doing it on purpose.” He admitted, throwing his hands up in surrender while he walked backwards.

“...But only ‘cause I get to hear you laugh,” His smile immediately faltered when he realized what he had just said. “L-Like in the way that uh—...”

“You like my laugh…?” You chuckled, tilting your head.

“Yeah?” cough cough “Uhm… in a your-laugh-is-nice kinda way, y’know?” He chuckled nervously, shrugging off his nerves and his ever growing blush.

“...And I guess your face is nice too,”

“A-and your hair… your voice…” He muttered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. 

You blinked, smiling as you let out a huff. “You like me… back?”

He groaned, throwing his hands up to his hair, covering his face with his palms, “Fine, I guess I like you… a lot…”

Pause.

“W-wait— ‘back’?” He looked up to you from between his fingers, his voice muffled. You only smiled back, pretending to be clueless as his grin grew and he jumped towards you with laughter echoing in the air, hugging you tightly, before quickly remembering something, pulling back as he cleared his throat.

He reached into his pocket, taking out a small letter and a bracelet, handing it over to you as he looked to the ground. “For you,”

You smiled, “Aw,”

“Thank you, Kami” You said, admiring the small loop. 

You happily accepted his small gift as you reached into your own pocket, taking out a small miniature skateboard keychain. “My turn, for you, too.” Your hand handed over the keychain, and he nervously accepted it to his palm, smiling softly as he admired it. 

“It’s cute, thanks, y/n.”

“...Cute, l-like you.”

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