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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟗

never in his life did jaime think that the first person he'd really open up to would be his neighbour, but hey, new friendships are formed.

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– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author’s note: i wont lie this chapter was one of the more fun ones to write and i was excited :> disclaimer: i’m not of Hispanic or Aztec descent and used a translator for certain terms, so do correct me if im wrong!

translations: dios mío - my god ni siquiera me hagas empezar - don't even get me started

Time always passed faster than you ever thought it would, seconds turning into minutes, and minutes turning into hours within the blink of an eye.

The warm and radiant sun had begun to set, lowering itself closer towards the ocean as all the land beneath it was filled with a golden glow. 

Unaware of this change sat two young adults within an abandoned building, light filling in the lonesome domain, keeping the duo company regardless of the lack of electricity that passed through.

Only Jaime’s voice filled the air as the young woman across him listened intently, hanging onto every word, feeling a fraction of almost every emotion he went gone through, from the sheer panic of the scarab lurching onto his face to the excruciating pain of the scarab’s limbs digging into the bone of his spine, bonding with its host for life.

Pity and heartbreak filled her heart as the man across from her struggled to get through one of the toughest parts of his journey, and the most painful of it all.

The loss of a loved one wasn’t an easy part to handle. He wished for everything to bring him back.

Silently, she pieced the pieces together, her hand hesitantly, but gently reassuringly placed over his own, reminding him that he could keep to himself if he wasn’t ready to share. 

And he truly wasn’t ready yet.

Swallowing down his grief, he continued his tale, opening himself up to her about how he learned to protect those he loved, how he learned to handle this kind of responsibility, and how he barely escaped death with a different — but the good kind of different — approach on this strange, but exciting, new chapter in his life.

It was all so tough, but he had others he could rely on; his familia, Rudy, Nana, his Mamá, even Milagro. And perhaps Jenny, although currently, he was having a little trouble communicating with the latest name on the list after her rejection.

But he faced it all, and even though he still grieved the loss of his father, he came out a stronger person, heck maybe an even more loving person, and nothing was stopping him from keeping the people he loved safe — his home — safe. After all, home is where the heart is.

So here he was, spilling his guts out to a woman he first called a stranger, a threat. But now, things changed, and she started to change into his neighbour, maybe even a friend.

“And after everything her aunt did, she still volunteered to make our neighbourhood better. She helped rebuild our house, gave Rudy a new ride, which he’s practically attached to but won’t admit out loud, and was there for us in our toughest times,” He bobbed his head up and down in thought, Drea humming as her cheek rested in her hands, elbow placed on the armrest while she crossed her legs.

A cheeky smile grew on her face, eyes turning playful at the sight of Jaime’s dazed eyes.

“Jenny, hm? Sounds like quite the keeper,” She chimed, tilting her head playfully.

“Dios mío, ni siquiera me hagas empezar,” He muttered with a dreamy smile growing on his face. “Everything about her, it’s just so… perfect! She’s extremely intelligent, kind and caring, and so, so beautiful. What else do I even have to say?”

Chuckling, Drea leaned back in her chair, suggestively raising an eyebrow.

“Ever tried telling her that? Maybe it will sweep her off her feet, who knows?”

And just like that, Jaime’s smile fell, eyes downcast as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, picking at loose threads from within. He let out a sad sigh, head leaning back as he stared at the vine-filled ceiling.

“Funny thing, it didn’t work. After everything, I thought maybe she felt the same way, but it was probably the adrenaline getting to me…”

“Jaime, I’m sorry,” Drea began, glancing at the Mexican across her in concern. “I didn’t mean to pry–“

“It’s fine, Drea, really,” He replied smoothly, tilting his head to face her. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while anyways, and it’s probably better to let it all out, y’know?”

Slowly, Drea’s look of concern faded, a calm one replacing as she felt mutual about his feelings. She leaned her head back, staring at the little orbs of light that complimented the green of the vines that clung to the cement.

“Yeah, I get that.”

The two shared a look, gentle smiles all around as Jaime let out another sigh, this time, or relief, his eyes glancing back at the ceiling. Slowly, he let the thoughts flood through, one by one pushing them aside as he realised that all of his thoughts were just… thoughts. It’s all they would ever be.

“You know, if you ever want to talk, I’m always free to help out,” Drea began gently, Jaime, suddenly feeling grateful to have a friend around.

“Thanks,” He replied, the fiddling in his pockets slowing. “I’ve got your back too, if you ever need help. So is my family.”

A soft and appreciative look appeared on the woman’s face as she hummed, “I know.”

A comfortable silence grew between them, the two friends basking in the calm, enjoying each other’s company. Until a low rumbling noise was heard, and Jaime’s eyes snapped open.

When did he last eat again?

As his stomach rumbled again, Jaime pulled his phone out in embarrassment, swiftly checking the time. 

6:30 pm.

Huh… he didn’t recall time passing by so quickly.

“It’s about time we head back anyways,” The woman across him stood up, Jaime doing the same as he hurriedly shoved his phone back into his pocket.

“Yeah, it’s for the best,” He let out a breathy chuckle, hands in his pockets once more.

As he took his next step, Jaime hadn’t realised that his left foot was trapped beneath a loose vine, his weight shifting as he tried to lift his leg. 

“Jaime, watch where you’re–“

His eyes widened at his sudden error, hands darting out of his pockets to help him regain his balance, but the ground seemed closer by the second, and he braced himself for impact.

But he never felt himself land on the solid concrete.

Instead, he felt a slight jerk that pulled him away from the ground as strong arms darted to catch his frame, a hand clasping the cloth of his hoodie, another around his waist as his arms flailed to his sides. 

“–Going…”

Blinking up at her, Jaime felt his face flush at the proximity between them, light brown, almost amber, pools of concern staring at him as he felt himself getting lost within them.

Who knew that her eyes were so pretty? Did her hair always look this soft? Wow, under this light she looked so peaceful, so calm, and so beautiful—

“You alright?” She whispered, and the gentleness of her voice almost sent another wave of heat to his cheeks.

Being so lost in the moment, Jaime swore he was hallucinating the moment he felt a warm, soothing glow surround them. And he was certain his mind was messing with him the moment he thought he saw pink briefly dust her cheeks.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m all good,” He muttered quickly, pulling his feet from beneath him as he regained his balance. 

It was then that he realised their slight height difference, his heart pounding at the thought of being able to encompass her completely if they ever decided to hug. Or cuddle. Or kiss—

No! Jaime, you’re friends. You’re just hungry, and you’re thinking these thoughts because you’re lonely and you were rejected, that’s all. Don’t mess it up.

“The vines here are a little pesky now and then, but hey, a little pruning might be needed,” She giggled, and Jaime fought his thoughts once more, almost hissing out loud for them to shut up.

“Jaime, you’re staring, again. You need to answer Alejandra or she will think that you are weird.”

“Yeah,” Jaime blurted out, silently thanking Khaji for the reminder. “Uh, yeah we definitely gotta cut those. Anyway, shall we? I think I’ve left my Mamá for too long and any longer, she might file a missing person’s report. Again.”

“Again?” She narrowed her eyes with a sly grin. “That must’ve been fun.”

“Eh, not so fun when you’ve been considered missing after crashing through your childhood home and flying all over the city without a clue on how to control it,” He joked back, her elbow nudging his ribs as they shared a laugh.

Right as he saw her smile, he felt himself go soft as he saw how radiant she was when she was truly happy, and his stomach rumbled once more, breaking the moment between them.

“Alright, c’mon big guy, let’s get you home with some food,” She chuckled, snapping her fingers as the citlaltontli hovered back in her hands.

The little glowing beads lost their radiance, their surroundings fading into the shadows as Drea grabbed Jaime’s wrist gently, pulling the male towards the large double doors of the building.

“Using up this much energy for light has worked up my appetite too.”

He chuckled, eyes glued onto their conjoining point, swallowing the lump in his throat as he felt how soft her tan hands were.

“Yeah, food,” He chimed. “Wanna join us for dinner?”

“Only if you don’t almost expose me before your family.”

There was something about the playful glint in her eye that made him want to know her more, to know more about her childhood, her hopes, her dreams. Everything.

“Deal.”

Yeah, he was just hungry.

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⇢ ˗ˏˋƧΛM [ 18, genderfluid, SEA ]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ dreamer, infp, into many, many fandoms & simps for fictional characters (sue me)

likes ! ☼ anything with my favourite hyperfixations/kins, angst & fluff, doodles, one-shots, writing canon x oc, talking with my mutuals, talking about my hyperfixations and long convos! i love compliments and feedback on my works is always encouraged. feel free to reach out cuz id love to chat!

dislikes ! ☼ negative comments, overall negative vibes, mosquitoes, loud noises and busy-bodies.

my favourite shows and movies ! ☼ the owl house (toh), metal family, jujutsu kaisen (jjk), fionna and cake, dr. strange, guardians of the galaxy vol. 3, blue beetle, avatar, avatar: the way of water, encanto, the greatest showman, sherlock, httyd, howl's moving castle (or anything studio ghibli) !

my kins ! ☼ [ jjk ] itadori yuuji, [ toh ] hunter, amity, luz, [ metal family ] glam, dee, [ mcu ] america chavez, rocket raccoon, [ avatar ] neteyam & lo'ak sully, [ dcu ] jaime reyes, [ adventure time ] simon petrikov, fionna campbell

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[papamin au 🐅] waiting room 🏥

So I saw American Born Chinese on Disney. And honestly the things I thought I wouldn’t like about it were valid, but they had nothing to do with its objective quality. I was upset that this was supposed to be a big step for Asian representation in mainstream media but it was just another kung fu/Chinese mythology flick. But then IT WAS KIND OF THE POINT. They actually TALK about the part where Hollywood will only cast Asians as ninjas or as bit parts and how hard Hollywood is on Asians in particular and how harmful it is to representation. They talk about how growing up we wanted to see ourselves as the hero - not necessarily some superhero but just someone who went out into the world with hope and courage. They talk about how people are dismissive and condescending to us because we’re different. They talk about how we’re hard working and achievement driven because we have to be or risk never being seen at all. And they talk about how sometimes hard work isn’t enough if it’s never seen or heard (sometimes).

Look, I am always hard on Disney for a lot of things. Like how their priorities are real mixed up and it meant we had to wait this long before the Asian community could get to this point. But honestly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for finally getting there - for finally giving us a voice. For saying the things I’ve been trying to say. For making me finally feel like I’ve been seen and heard.

thanks for the tag @tinkerbelle05 !!

top 5 songs im listening to right now are:

no pressure tags! @kesshavx @littlekidsteve @shzmluvrs @george-fabian-weasley @imagines--galore

tagged by @dandysnob to list 5 songs i've been listening to lately. tysm for the tag, hon! 💞

tagging (no pressure!!): @nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos @briars-glenn @silver-psychopath @evilvvithin @mutsuowo @n3on-graveston3s-calling @kenslilove

NOOOOO 😭😭😭😭

bkue beetle’s finally in hd!! i dont have to take scenes from the trailers for editing anymore!! and i cant wait to see jaime in hd again!!

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒

"after they leave, it's just the voices and i."

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–pairings: itadori yuuji x oc

– warning: mentions of death, fluff, canon divergent, pre-shibuya arc

– author’s note: more lore!! i swear ill be getting into the action soon but uh,,, this series might end up longer than expected

disclaimer: i’m not of japanese descent and am unfamiliar with japanese honorifics, etc. feel free to correct me!

“Well, we should be off.”

My gaze snapped up to meet honey-brown eyes once more, those two little marks underneath Itadori’s eyes, as if they were another set of eyes, stared back at me. His pout was evident, expressions freely displayed in contrast to Fushiguro’s poker face. Yet even with his judgemental gaze, I plastered on a smile.

“Ah, is it that late already?” Nobara sighed, and I lightly shoved her shoulder.

“It’s late enough,” Fushiguro, grabbed Itadori’s sleeve. “We should leave you to unpack.”

“I almost forgot about that, but thanks for the reminder.”

I walked the two to the door, Nobara getting a headstart on cleaning up the mess – considering that she did make the most of it – while Itadori continued to pout at the lack of time spent together.

“Dang, I was hoping to get to know you better,” He huffed, before letting out a radiant smile once more. “I’m sure we’ll meet tomorrow though! When will you be free?”

I glance behind the door, seeing a big thumbs up from Nobara, and I turn back to Itadori, sucking in wince.

“I mean, I’m still pretty busy unpacking, so uh… no, I’m not free. Sorry.”

“Oh, uh, that’s alright. What about the day after– OW!”

A fist was lowered on Itadori’s head, and I couldn’t help but let out a genuine wince, seeing how hard he was hit on the head.

“Leave it at that, Yuuji,” Fushiguro sighed. “She’s busy, so leave her be.”

“Alright, alright, no need to get violent,” He huffed before turning to me, letting out a little hopeful smile. “Well uh, hope to see you around then?”

“Yeah,” The twinkle in his eye set off a little feeling of nausea in me. “Around. Sure.”

“Great! See you around!” 

“You said that twice, idiot,” Fushiguro sighed, pulling Itadori away by the back of the collar of his shirt.

“Thanks for lunch, by the way!” I called out before turning to close my dorm door, but not without Itadori gleefully yelling back ‘You’re welcome!’

“Busy, huh?” Nobara chimed. “I was hoping you weren’t too busy for me.”

“You’re always welcome, Nobara,” I sigh, walking over to help her clean up.

“So you don’t like them?”

“It’s not that I don’t like Itadori and Fushiguro. I just didn’t come here to make friends. I came here to become stronger, to fight for myself and others.”

“Sheesh, straight to the point,” She shrugs. “Can’t blame you for that. But hey, here’s to hoping we’ll be in the same class. I need another gal in my class, not sure how much longer I can tolerate those guys.”

“Hah! You handle them perfectly fine, Nobara, don’t take yourself for granted,” I pat her on the back as I take the two small plastic bags of trash, chucking them into my bin.

“Hey, you handled them well too, although it was in a silent, deadly-stare kinda way,” She muttered the last bit, before sighing and walking towards my dorm door.

“Heading out?”

“Yeah, unless you want me to stay on and help,” She then pointed at my eyes. “Though I can tell your social battery is practically dead.”

I let a smile slip onto my features, and that’s enough for her to know. She lowers her hand, reaching for the door as I hear it click open.

“You know me too well, Nobara. I’ll see you around?”

“Just text or call me, dork,” She calls out, the door closing behind her.

A soft laugh escapes me, and I’m left alone in the silence again. I look over to my suitcase, before getting up to lock my door. Once that was done, I seat myself back by my barely unpacked suitcase. 

I didn’t pack many clothes. It wasn’t like I needed anything more than my uniform and maybe a few casual outing clothes. I was here to learn, maybe hang with Nobara, but nothing more, nothing less.

As soon as my clothes were kept away in the cupboard, the photo in my bag caught my eye. It was enough to capture my full attention, and I closed my wardrobe shut, walking over to my case to take the paper image instead.

“Mama.”

Her eyes, shining like stars in the dark vast of space, were filled with such warmth, her arms wrapped around a much smaller version of me and my baby brother. My father stood behind her, a wide smile stretched across his cheeks.

We looked happy.

Never did I ever think I would see my father’s smile again. But it would always be there in my memories, in my pictures, reminding me of my wrongs – my mistakes; my actions.

My thumb rubs across the surface of the once-fond memory, swiping off the tears that landed on it. Couldn’t afford to lose more of what once was. I sit on my bed, feeling the mattress sink under me. The picture sits on my bedside table, but a feeling of longing and irritation nags me.

I suck my teeth in annoyance, and all that’s left is to face whatever’s eating at me.

I find myself standing in the middle of the room, taking one last look at us, smiling without care. I pull my phone from my pocket, scrolling through my notes before landing on a specific one. I’ve never cast this technique for a single reason, but I needed advice now more than ever.

Taking one last glance at the little text on my screen, I turned my phone off, returning all my focus to my newest technique.

“Beyond the grave and from the dead.”

It started with flickering lights. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t afford distractions, I couldn’t afford to mess up again.

“I beseech the knowledge within your head.”

The windows rattled and the rapid flickering of the lightbulbs worsened.

“I seek your guidance, oh passing spirit. Until my time has reached its limit.”

Silence. It surrounded me, everything deathly still. My eyes opened, and I was in darkness. A dim light glowed from the lights above, though I doubted that the lights were this purple before.

My back straightened, and I let out a sigh of relief, a weight lifting off my chest. I slipped a card out of my pocket, my thumb rubbing against the sigil of the Eight of Wands. I held it straight before me, upright, as I forced the next words out of my mouth.

“I now reveal Yamomoto Chizuru, wife of Shu Daichi, and former user of the Spiritual Technique.”

And there she stood, eyes warm as ever, despite the coldness they held in her dying moments. A smile rested on her lips, arms outstretched in welcome.

“Tsubame,” Her voice filled my ears, and my vision watered with newly unshed tears. “How good it is to finally speak to you.”

“Okaa-san.”

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dear non-spanish speakers writing spiderverse fanfiction (or anything with spanglish),

in spanglish you don’t switch by word, you switch by phrase.

it’s not:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [second part of the sentence in english], mi amor.”

“[full english sentence], querida.”

it’s:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [segunda parte de la frase en español], mi amor.”

-

also miles is boricua, miguel is mexican. they have two different accents and use different vocabulary for certain words.

also miles is “nyourican” - a puerto rican native to new york - while his mom is directly from the island, so there are differences there, too, because his spanish is more influence by new york english. 

here’s some good references that aren’t google translate (which usually pulls from spain, a country that speaks vastly differently from latin america)

SpanishDict

WordReference

here have some random videos on different slang/spanish accents:

Puerto Rico

Mexico (1) (2)

-

in spanish most words are gendered, so most feminine words end in a and masculine/gender neutral words end in o. adding ito/ita makes something cuter, smaller and more affectionate.

spanish nicknames that aren’t “mi amor”

“querido/a” - darling

“cariño” - dear (always masculine regardless, of who its being said to)

“mi princesa/príncipe” - my prince/princess

“mi rey/reina” - my king/queen

“papí/mamí” - can be used in any way; romantic, sexual, familial for one’s parent or child, or just platonically

“tesoro” - treasure

also spanish is a language that uses adjectives as terms of affection both cute ones and ones that might sound insensitive in english

gordo (fat), flaco (skinny), negro (black), blanco (white), linda (pretty), bella (beautiful), morena (brown skin), etc.

and like most languages that are not english, spanish has multiple ways of saying i love you.

“te amo” - romantic

“te quiero” - familial, platonic (although there’s nothing wrong with using it romantically)

see also:

te adoro - i adore you

te deseo - i want you

te necesito - i need you

 and, of course, they can vary regionally too.

please use this because i have read a lot of really well written things that take me out of it because the use of spanglish is terrible. don’t just go on your presumptions that spanish/spanglish works in the same way that english does.

buena suerte, gringos.

- signed your friendly neighborhood afro-latina

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔

a tiny mishap is one way to start the day, but tsubame's not one to complain.

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–pairings: itadori yuuji x oc

– warning: mentions of abuse, canon divergent, pre-shibuya arc

– author’s note: this is the final part to the series, but that doesn't mean that there won't be anymore yuuji and tsubame oneshots teehee!

disclaimer: i’m not of japanese descent and am unfamiliar with japanese honorifics, etc. feel free to correct me!

The sun shone through the window of my sliding door. My alarm rang out in my ears, and I groaned, rubbing my eyes, hearing the chime of Fuji Kaze’s ‘Kirari’ from my phone. A sigh escapes me and I sit up in my bed, cracking my neck to free myself from the stiffness of sleep.

“Morning, Okaa-san,” I mumble, glancing at the picture of my family on my bedside table. “Morning, Eiji. Morning…”

I stare at my father’s smiling face in the photograph, gritting my teeth before letting out a sigh. My mind flashes memories at me; a smile, a crying figure, a bottle flying in my direction. 

Blood. Blood leaking down my cheek.

I rub my eyes, taking my glasses from my bedside table – it’s too early in the morning to hold grudges.

I look out the window, seeing the sun peaking just above the trees by the school. It must be close to seven. I stand up, making my bed before doing a little stretch, cracking my stiff joints. I exhale slowly, standing up upright once more, walking over to my uniform that’s hanging in the cupboard.

I prepare for my first day in class, pulling the baggy sleeves over my arms, and buttoning my uniform over my white dress shirt. I look in the mirror, sighing at my ragged appearance – and I look worse than usual.

“I’ll cut my hair next week,” I think, the voice in my head tired, pulling out a hair tie as I gather my messy hair into the neatest ponytail I can muster.

I pull my finger-less gloves over my forearms, smiling a little at the new addition. It hugged my arms and wasn’t so tight that it cut off circulation. I look at myself in the reflection, fixing the glasses on my face.

“Maybe I should get contacts too,” I wince, fed up with my glasses slipping down my face.

I make my way to my dorm door, tucking my phone into my pocket as I make my way outside. I take a deep breath, my hand on the door handle as I prepare to make the first move out – to give my classmates the next best impression of myself as a fellow first-year.

As I opened the bulky wooden door, a blur of pink crashed right into me, knocking me back. My back hit the floor as I felt someone land just above me, their hands on either side of my head as they hovered over me.

My eyes widen and I see the pink-haired boy from yesterday with dark brown eyes, the smile gone from his face as he stares down at mine, which was just inches away from his. Itadori Yuuji was silent, his cheeks pink, matching my heated face as I stared at him wide-eyed. My heart pounded against my chest, and breathing felt difficult.

He continued to stare down at me, and we were still for what felt like forever. Suddenly, he leaned closer, and my breathing hitched, my eyes widening as I felt my face become hot. I tried to back up, but my head was already against the floor.

“Your eyes have bits of lilac in them,” He said with intrigue in his eyes.

“W-What?” I gave him a look of confusion.

He noticed my blushing face, and it finally registered in his head how close we were as we lay on my room floor. I gave him a hard shove, regaining my train of thought, my expression turning into a glare.

“Pervert!” I hiss, shoving Itadori off of me, and his face flushed red with panic starting to grow in his eyes.

Nobara’s boisterous laughter was heard from my now-open dorm door, and I saw her point her finger in the direction of the boy beside me on the floor.

“HA! You truly are a pervert, Itadori!” Nobara jeered, Yuuji standing up as he glared at her with a blush.

“What?! You pushed me!”

“You have no proof of it!”

“H-Hey–”

“Can you both stop bickering for a minute,” Fushiguro sighed, walking up to the other two, his permanent scowl just that bit more prominent than yesterday.

I shook my head at their antics, but my eyes widened again as soon as a calloused hand was shoved in my face. I looked up, seeing Itadori’s awkward smile as he offered his hand out to me, trying to make up for his little stumble.

I side-glance his hand before taking it as he pulls me up, and the sparks are set off when my fingertips make contact with his palm. I feel myself blush when he places his free hand on my shoulders to steady me, and I swear, he notices the little jolt when we touch – I can see it from the way his eyes widen the slightest.

We stood there in silence and he didn’t say anything, only staring at me with a soft look in his eyes. I couldn’t take his gaze much longer, turning to Nobara as I cleared my throat, interrupting her and Fushiguro’s banter while my hand slipped out of his.

“Is uh… is there a reason why you all came to my dorm room?” I glance at them curiously.

“Yeah, Gojo-sensei just wanted us to check up on you. Class is starting in 15 minutes anyway, so we still have time,” Nobara huffs, her hands on her hips as she smirks down at Itadori. “However, I think someone was just more eager than the rest of us to see you again.”

Itadori’s face flushed red and he glared, pointing a finger at Nobara’s direction once more, “Not true! You shoved me!”

“Did not!” She retorts with arms crossed, now in defiance.

“Did too!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Let’s just get to class,” Fushiguro sighed, grabbing Itadori’s red hoodie as Nobara huffed, smirking triumphantly.

“Yeah, what Fushiguro said!” She grinned, grabbing my hand as the four of us walked to class. “I bet you can’t wait to join us in class, right Tadashi?”

I look at Nobara, recalling my mother’s words, mulling it over in my mind as my eyes trail to the two other boys. I see Fushiguro eyeing me suspiciously, and I feel my respect for him grow – one could never be too careful. 

However, with Itadori… things were different. Maybe we could be close, just like what my mother wanted, and I can’t deny the small spark of warmth in my heart from just the thought of being a friend of his.

“...Yeah,” I glance over at Itadori when he’s too busy trying to get his hoodie out of Fushiguro’s grasp. “I can’t wait.”

Something about him drew me to him. Maybe it was his wide smile or his trusting nature. Or maybe it was how he was so willing to be friends with someone like me without a second thought. His intentions were pure – innocent, and filled with warmth and admiration for others. I couldn’t deny the way it gave me a sense of hope, a feeling that I hadn’t experienced in a while.

He was filled with it, I could feel it from the way he smiled so widely without a care in the world, and the way he looked at others was enough to tell me he had plenty to spare. 

He, after all, was just like the sun, ever-bright and warm.

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HEY! Guess what! New Fionna and Cake episodes are out today! On MAX! I got to help out on episode 6, The Winter King. I boarded the Winter King's song! You should watch it, it's a real banger :D Here's some drawings for the occasion! I love these two haha