Because I Love This Face He Made He Looks Like He's About To Fuck Krillin Up

꧁✬◦°⋆⋆°◦. 𝓗𝓸𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓪 ◦°⋆⋆°◦✬꧂

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Winter had settled in rather quickly, the air still and cold. It had yet to snow, but the painful chill in the air made you think it would start sooner than later. You pulled your coat tighter, gloved fingers still warming up slowly. The wind nipped at your cheeks, at your nose, and you held the thermos in your hands, balancing it with the bag of snacks. You had someone waiting for you— you couldn’t let the weather make you late. 

The sidewalks were nearly empty, save for a few people tidying their store fronts, and the park was completely empty; save for one person sitting on one of the swings. Sakura was bundled up, clad in proper winter gear that his friends had given him, claiming them as hand-me-downs. Snowflakes clung to his hair, as he still refused to wear any hats. You understood, but you still worried about him catching a cold.

“Hey,” You called out, the frozen ground crunching under your feet.

He looked up, squinted eyes softening when he saw you. “Took you long enough,” His voice was gruff, though it lacked bite.

You rolled your eyes, holding the thermos forward like a trophy, “Hush, I come bringing gifts,” You shook the plastic bag for emphasis. 

He frowned, eyeing the items in your hands, and you could have sworn you saw his cheeks grow more pink, “I didn’t ask you to bring anything.”

“You didn’t need to,” You said, sitting in the swing next to him, “I wanted to get you something to keep you warm before you went back on patrol.”

He turned away, making a noise of disbelief, “You’re impossible…”

“And you love it,” You teased, unscrewing the top of the thermos.

He made a face, but made no move to argue with your statement. 

He took it, his fingers brushing against your glove clad ones, and even through the fabric you could feel the little tingles from where you touched. He took the lid, staring at the cocoa like it was some alien object, before bringing it up to his face, taking a small sip.

He looked almost surprised, “It’s good.” 

You smiled, feeling a little smug, “I know, it’s my specialty.”

He scoffed, no bite in the sound as the two of you sat in silence, him sipping the cocoa and you watching him. You were glad you two had gotten to a point in your relationship where silence like this wasn’t unnerving or uncomfortable, and you knew part of that showed you how far he’d come since first arriving to town. 

When you two had started dating he’d been closed off, as expected, his walls so high that you worried you’d never be able to see what was on the other side. Bit by bit, though, you climbed them, his defenses and hackles lowering as he grew to trust you more and more. Now you felt you saw parts of him no one else ever had the chance to see, and you loved every part of him, even if you loved to tease him on occassion. 

“Why’d you bring me this?” His voice was quiet, breaking through the silence as he stared down at the cocoa. 

“It’s cold,” You shrugged, thinking that was enough of an explanation.

“But… why? I mean, yeah it’s cold but,” He paused, as if trying to understand why he was even asking you this, “But you should be at home, not out here giving me hot chocolate. It’s not worth it.”

I’m not worth it, he didn’t need to say that part for you to hear it, and your heart clenched at the question. No matter how much you and his friends worked to gain his trust, to show him you all loved him, he still had such an overwhelming feeling of lonlieness attached to him.

“Because I wanted to,” You turned to him, still seated on the swing, “Because you’re my boyfriend, and you’re out patrolling when it’s below freezing, and I wanted to give you something, to show you that I was thinking of you, that I care about you.”

Because you’re worth it, to me, and always will be. 

He scoffed, but refused to turn, and you knew he was trying to hide how easily his emotions could be seen on his face, “You’re… way too good at saying crap like that.” He flailed one of his hands around, as if trying to wave away the flustered feeling, “Saying crap that…”

“What?” You kicked one leg out, nudging his foot softly, “Makes you feel all soft inside?”

“Oh shut up,” You laughed, mentally imaging a cute little cat, hackles raised as it grew flustered.

“You’re cute when you’re all flustered.”

“I’m not cute!”

“Alright, alright,” You raised your hands, fake surrender, “Whatever you say.”

He huffed, bringing the lid back up, taking another little sip, trying to hide his embarrassment behind the cocoa. His shoulders relaxed, though, the edges of his lips turning up with the faintest of smiles on his face. 

“Thank you,” He muttered, quiet, as if worried his thanks would ruin the mood, “For this. And… everything else.”

You smiled, kicking yourself on the swing a little bit, swaying gently, “Anytime, Sakura.”

You meant it too, and you didn’t have to say it, not anymore. He knew, he grew to know, that you truly adored him, that you’d brave freezing weather to bring him hot cocoa and snacks. Hell, you’d do almost anything for him.

i cannot explain the feelings trigun stampede makes me feel all i know is i feel them so intensely i feel like i may vomit

once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see

so I took it upon myself to start writing this into a one shot

I am not done yet and nearly at 2,000 words

but here’s a little sneak peak at what I got :3

“Is… everything okay?”

Luckily, neither boy looked worried or upset. Rather, they looked happy. Nireri looked about ready to burst.

“We’re going to throw Sakura-san a birthday party!”

She blinked, placing the cup of coffee in front of him, humming as she handed Suo’s cup of tea over.

“Oh? Is his birthday coming up?”

She moved, listening as she tidied up, readying the cups and plates for when some of the neighboring members showed up.

“Hm, no.” Suo placed his drink down gently, “Rather unfortunately, we’re still not sure when it is. We only know it’s already passed, and Sakura-kun hasn’t ever celebrated his birthday before.”

That… was a sad thing to learn.

Sakura, no matter how hard he tried to remain prickly and unapproachable, was one of the most genuine people Kotoha had met. He was naturally kind, but so afraid to be so.

It wasn’t surprising that he hadn’t ever celebrated his birthday before but it was still…

“Alright,” She turned to the two, hands on her hips, “What do you need me to do?”

okay but when the class learns when sakura’s birthday is they ask what he did for his bday before school started

and when he gets all confused cause like? he’s literally never celebrated his birthday?

and everyone is just basically heartbroken to learn that sakura has never 1. had his birthday celebrated or 2. been invited when others have celebrated their birthdays

even though it’s LATE and other birthdays are near they agree that they’re gonna throw a sakura birthday party on the rooftop

hiragi is in charge of making sure umemiya doesn’t get so excited he foils the surprise

tsubaki is in charge of decorations

kotaha is in charge of food

suo makes sure they remember that this is sakura and he wouldn’t want a “balloons, streamers, party poppers, big blow out” party

nirei is in charge of spreading the word without spreading the word to sakura— it isn’t hard but he doesn’t want to admit that

kiryuu is making a playlist that fits sakura and fits the party

just—

everyone buying him these meaningful gifts and they’re a bunch of teenage boys so their wrapping skills are subpar (except tsubaki and suo)

i just *clenches fist*

and imagine sakura’s lil face when he shows up and learns what everyone did and jUST DO YOU SEE MY VISION???

please someone add to the thoughts

me, when classes are started: god i can’t wait till classes are over!

me, when classes are over: i’m so bored, i can’t wait till classes are started!

lowkey as an oldest sister who often turned our mom’s anger towards myself whenever my siblings got in trouble… i’d kill a man for the kiryuu siblings

“Eww don’t ship them ! They’re just friends, they hate each other and they barely have any interaction !”

Pussy. Back in my days, we shipped Elsa and Jack Frost to hell and back because they were both ice themed.

you have to outlive donald trump

"haley actually changed unlike..." SHUT THE FUCK UP

SHANE HAS AN ACTUAL REASON BEHIND HIM BEING AN ASSHOLE UNLIKE MS I WAS A MEAN GIRL IN HIGHSCHOOL

HES LITERALLY DEPRESSED, SUICIDAL AN ALCOHOLIC AND WORKS A DEAD END JOB!!!! YEAH ID BE AN ASS TOO!!! THE REASON HE DOESNT STOP DRINKING AFTER MARRIAGE IS BECAUSE NUMBER 1

ADDICTION IS HARD TO BEAT

AND NUMBER 2

IT CAN FUCKING KILL HIM!!!!!!!1!1!1!1!1

HE GOES FROM BEING A RAGING AND RUDE ALCOHOLIC TO BEING NICER AND DRINKING LESS UNLIKE MS HALEY WHO WENT FROM HIGHSCHOOL BULLY TO A NORMAL FUCKING PERSON WITH DECENCY

I HATE EVERYONE WHO IGNORES SHANES VERY OBVIOUS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT BECAUSE HE STILL DRINKS??? ARE YOU FR JUST GONNA IGNORE ALL THE PROGRESS HE MADE??? BECAUSE HE CANT FULL ON BREAK HIS ALCOHOL ADDICTION THAT HAS BEEN THERE FOR (PROBABLY) YEARS?? yeah okay YOU FUCKING IDIOT

my children 🥹

FURIN HIGH SCHOOL FIRST YEARS