My Therapist Once Told Me To Do An Exercise Where I Drew My Emotions And Feelings Of Choice In Circles.

I try to draw more and better, but these rough lines are so awkward, ahaha

Sanemi Shinazugawa was born at the end of autumn, on the day when winter leaves.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was born on the day when winter stepped onto the land and kissed him on the top of his head, dyeing his hair the whiteness of snow.

Sanemi was born when the cold enveloped Japan, leaving no room for the weak, and little Sanemi, who did not even cry in his mother's arms when she could not feed him at times, survived. His thirst for life, for light, was stronger than any frost and bone-chilling wind when he was still a baby.

Sanemi Shinazugawa caught snowflakes with his little hands while growing up among the blizzard and cold, he was strong despite the frost.

Sanemi Shinazugawa - a man kissed by winter.

MY COLLEAGUE GAVE ME A POSTER MY BABY

I can't get over the fact that Obanai is almost blind in his right eye, and he relies heavily on Kaburamaru to navigate his surroundings. True, I can almost always see that the snake's head is on his left shoulder.

But there are times when his snake friend isn't around… And his right side is a little vulnerable.

Did Sanemi know about this?

Oh, I'm sure he found out about it in the most horrible and stupid way!

Simply bumping into or accidentally touching Obanai, exploding in a light curse about how inattentive he is, especially for a Hashira. But seeing, or rather, not hearing the response tirade, Sanemi falls silent, tilting his head to the side, trying to understand what's going on.

And only after learning about the blindness, he barely snorts in irritation, folding his arms over his chest.

"Is that the case? Your right side needs work."

Obanai himself would not notice at what point after that, Wind Hashira began to stay to his right, in meetings, in battle, just nearby.

His golden eye always caught the vague figure of his friend nearby, but Iguro himself never said anything about it.

Perhaps he was comforted by this presence, even if he would never admit it. Not even to himself.

I started playing Baldur's Gate 3 a couple months before I ran away from my mother's house.

Looking back on my first playthrough now, I understand why my favorite characters resonated with me so much...

Astarion, who wanted freedom and choice, who wanted to escape the supervision of someone he had to call a Master and whose orders he had to follow.

Karlah, who also wanted freedom and the ability to simply live, without fear, without orders, without having to fight for her life every day, wanting simple closeness, simple... Touch and acceptance, recognition.

Recognition that they were both not monsters and deserved to live.

I didn't know then how close they really were to me.

These two.

“Atleast they got reincarnated together...” I say as multiple tears rolled down my eyes.

I'm a little curious, and you don't have to spend time on this, but still

Those who follow my blog, where are you from? I'm curious from what corners of the world I meet such wonderful people

It's not like they thought it would happen.

Not with their pace of life and the fact that they could die at any moment.

But it happened.

Obanai was just relaxing on the tatami, stroking Kaburamaru's body in his hands, removing old scales, helping his little friend with the molt. It was a rather personal moment, which they usually spent alone, but this time everything happened a little differently.

Sanemi suddenly appears in the space of his room in the Corps, but he doesn't say anything.

In general, he tried, tried to be quieter next to Iguro, knowing that snakes don't like loud sounds, and disturbing Iguro at such a moment would be simply rude.

So with the same silence he approaches, glancing at the place next to Obanai, and, receiving a slight nod, sits down next to him.

The moments pass as Shinazugawa watches the unity between Obanai and his snake without disturbing the peace, and only when Kaburamaru crawls away from his hands does he hand Iguro a bento without looking at him.

"What is this?"

"Lunch. You haven't eaten in almost four days again, idiot. Are you trying to kick back or are you like Kaburamaru and eat once a week?" Wind Hashira grumbles, glancing at Obanai.

He doesn't respond to this reproach, simply accepting the wooden bento and opening it, tilting his head to the side in mild surprise, like a snake. A couple of onigiri, with salmon by the smell, vegetables, and shrimp tempura. Suddenly, his stomach rumbles faintly, only now letting him know that perhaps he really has managed to get hungry during the days when he skipped meals.

"Thank you." Obanai doesn't smile even under his bandages, but he can tell from Sanemi's grin that he's clearly pleased.

They don't speak any further as Iguro eats, bandages loosened and slightly turned away, more out of habit. It's not like there was any point in hiding his scars now, especially from Shinazugawa, who wasn't embarrassed by his own scars, but it made him feel better anyway.

But when he finishes, it's a surprise to him when Sanemi hands him a couple of bluish-colored mochi on parchment.

Obanai starts to say something, but Sanemi simply places the dessert on his lap without looking at him.

"You treated my bugs. Consider it gratitude." he snorts, grinning contentedly as Obanai bites into the mochi, tasting the blueberry filling.

He… He's never been given treats like this, and he's a little confused.

"You're a slob without bandages," Sanemi suddenly mutters softly, using his thumb to wipe away some of the berry filling from Iguro's scars, licking it off immediately, leaving Hashira Snake with wide, surprised eyes.

Damn Iguro, he doesn't even know how adorable he looks right now.

And how adorable and confused he is when Shinazugawa's lips touch his, a light touch, soaking in the taste of blueberries.

It's only then that Sanemi realizes that the damn blueberries leave marks on his skin, and so he pulls away, exhaling.

"Watch your damn diet, Obanai." he curses, standing up and leaving Obanai in shock. It's only when he leaves that Iguro's cheeks burn with realization, and he quickly pulls the bandages back.

I'm going crazy, please listen to the song Volchya Luna by Melnitsa and tell me it's not Sanemi

It's a Russian song, but I can provide you with a translation without any problems!

The reporters having trouble asking Pro hero Dynamight about his life because he makes everything about Midoriya Izuku somehow.

Reporter: So they told me you been working extra shifts lately. Is it because you want to rank up as a pro hero?

Katsuki: No. After buying Izuku his mecha suit, I kinda liked the idea of getting nice things for him, so now I'm saving to buy him an apartment.

Reporter: Right... So, what about your new driver's license? It must've been exciting to finally get it!

Katsuki: Not really, I only got that to pick the nerd up from the UA. He still works there.

Reporter: I see you redesigned your winter suit! Tell me, what gave you the idea for it?

Katsuki: Izuku likes it when I show my arms.

Reporter: Uhh... They have told me you like to cook in your free time! What was the first dish you learned to make?

Katsuki: Katsudon. It's Izuku's favorite.

Reporter: ... I see.