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Level of respect a class of teens I have to teach art to have for me when I walk in: 0%

Level of respect after I draw sasuke from memory on the whiteboard: beyond anything you could possibly imagine

via @indiarosecrawford

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Takumi chibi I drew for the lovely @ryusuisloveinterest! 💕

Thomas helping me do laundry 🥰

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12:13pm — haitani rindou

rindou feels distraught. 

you were acting weird, and he couldn’t point his finger on it. 

sure, you still indulged him in his music jamming hours, his nightly kisses and cuddles, even picking out which top he should wear, even if it was the same shade of beige (“the other is cream!” he’d argue.) 

but lately, you seemed to stop initiating touches with him. and he hates it. 

he would understand if you were having a terrible day, he’d even encourage you to share how it went with him, so that you can vent it out. 

but it seemed like something else was bothering you and he couldn’t help but think it was because of him. 

by the fourth day of you acting strange, he forces you to sit down on the couch with his arms wrapped around your frame. 

“uh… rindou?” you asked, breaking the silence that enveloped the both of you for the past thirty minutes. 

“hm?” “can you let go of me now?” 

rindou shook his head. “not until you tell me what’s wrong.” 

you blinked in confusion. “come on, baby. we both know something’s worrying your pretty little head.” you sighed, not even bothering to hide it. 

if your boyfriend was anything, it was stubborn. and neither of you would be moving from the couch until you’ve opened up. and you can’t even lie about it, rindou would always know. 

“i’ve been thinking…” “about?” 

“...about how one day… you might uh… you might… find someone better than me and leave me.” you say, voice progressively going quieter. 

you felt rindou’s arms around you still, a tense atmosphere surrounding the both of you for a solid fifteen seconds before rindou lets go. 

“seriously?” was all he said, and he makes you face him. you let out a small nod, not wanting to seem over dramatic. 

you were waiting for a response from your boyfriend, not expecting a bellowed laugh to escape him as he drags his palm down his face, not believing the situation. 

the next thing you know is rindou taking your cheeks into a hand, squishing them together, your lips puckering up as he pecks them quickly before letting go and standing up. 

“baby.” he breathes in, readying himself for the message he was about to deliver. 

“i’m even lucky that i have you!” the shift in his tone was enough for your eyes to widen in shock as you sat frozen while your boyfriend stood infront of you. 

“i’m literally built like a twig, my hair looks like a fucking wig that kids thought it would be fun to color with a blue highlighter and my glasses are scratched.” you watched as he slowly started flailing his arms around to emphasize his point. 

“you’re probably going to be the first and last partner i’ll have and i love that you have confidence in me that i can pull.” he continues, “i really do, but i really can’t.” 

your lips were subtly quirking into a smile but rindou pays no mind as he proceeds with his rant. 

“no one’s going to look at me and go ‘bro, i wanna date him’. i don’t even know how you put up with me half the time!” the hand movements rindou was making looked ridiculous but you couldn’t even get a word in because he wasn’t done yet. 

“i’m lucky that you even looked in my direction. literally, what do you mean ‘leave you’?” his fingers bent to imitate air quotes before he rolls his eyes sarcastically. 

“where the fuck am i gonna go? fucking 7/11?” with the last comment, you bust out laughing.

rindou softened up once he hears the laugh that he loved so much escape your lips, your eyes were closed as you let out those sounds of joy.

you yelped once you feel rindou’s body weight on you once more, the force of it made you take a lying position on the couch with his head on your chest. 

“i’m not leaving you, you’re stuck with me and i am never letting you go, okay? so stop that shit. i love you and only you. okay, baby” 

“okay.”

“fucking 'leave you' or shit, bro, you’re the only one who actually wants me.” 

“okay, rindou, i get it.” 

“you’re lucky your ass is cute, because that brain of yours doesn’t function well sometimes, huh?” 

“RINDOU!” 

note: haha. simp!rindou. i love simp!rindou so much... i love rindou... haha.... (i need help)