Hope They Like The Ouran Host Club

We need more Seroraka content.

Look at them

They're neat.

girl you've been running through my mind all day

idc idc if we're being honest, izuku would make one of the best bfs in bnha

★﹒₊‧ matsukawa!bf things

matching pjs, but like subtlety.. classic white tee with matching pants (green plaid, star wars, family guy..)

teaching you to skate and going to the skate park together (firm believer in skate!rat issei)

writes you songs, but he doesn't sing them rlly l, just a rlly nice instrumental on bass or acustic

LATE night drives when he can't sleep so he drives by your house to see if your light is still on. even if it isn't he calls you anyways and ofc you answer, trying your hardest to sneak out and y'all go get some food, blast music and look at the stars until you actually start getting tired

horror fanatic. he LOVES horror movies and is NEVER phased by them, it's kinda scary that you're cowering in his side while he's just casually watching it. you swear he jumped ONCE but he says it was a shiver (it wasn't)

GOSSIPY COUPLE y'all talk hella shit abt everyone. ppl just tell the two of you stuff and y'all aren't total bitches so you keep it between y'all two but still you know all about what some fangirl tried saying to oikawa and wtv else

will go shopping w you and loves to watch you try everything on

he's like ur doll, ew that's a weird way of putting it but like he will let u do ANYTHING to him. paint his nails, dress him up, apply makeup on him, face mask, anything !!

he loves to bake with you. he can't bake at all but one day he brought cupcake mix to your house and y'all just started making it, but now he likes to make everything from scratch and he's gotten pretty good over time

he really likes when you read to him. it could be the most boring ass book, his words, but hearing it from you just eases him (?)

♥︎author note: sorry this may be messy i did this in the last 10 minutes of my ceramics class

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created 12.31.2021

matsukawa and hanamaki are equivalent to mordecai and rigby

i think how Taylor went from “can I go where you go?” to “where ever you stray I follow” is really hot

Makki is crying on the couch and you aren't sure how to respond.

Hands folded over his heart and phone clutched between them, Takahiro squeezes his eyes close as tight as possible and lets the tears just flow. His whole body heaves with silent sobs, ribs expanding and constricting arrhythmicly as anguish contorts him, flushing the skin of his cheeks a dark, splotchy red. Misery overwhelms him from head to toes and he just lets it happen, crying midday and midapartment.

You open your mouth to speak, but only a squeak of a sound comes out.

"Hiro?" You manage to say on your second try.

"Hey!" He scrambles to sit up straight, wiping the wet from his cheeks with his thumb. His voice is snotlined and jagged, even as he tries to sound chipper. "Hey! What's up, baby?"

You slink closer, hands knotted behind your back. "You okay?"

"Me? Pst, yeah. Totally." Makki shrugs and smiles, the wet of his eyes still threatening to roll over. "Just chilling."

You tilt your head and he understands the motion; Hiro pats his lap and you close the gap between you to slide into it, legs over his and hands finding his cheeks. They are still warm and wet with tears, gritty with their salt. His cheeks puffy out as he forces a smile for you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you try. He shrugs again, face scrunched up in a playful pout, then lets the facade crumble. Shoulders fall as he nods and he lets his bottom lip quiver.

"Just missing my mom." His eyes are red against his strawberry blonde hair.

"Oh, Hiro..."

You aren't really sure what else to say. It's not like there's anything you could say to make it better.

You never knew his mother and you never will- something that Makki has lamented to you before. He insists that she would have loved you, maybe even more than he loves you. She would have loved the apartment, loved the ring Makki bought you, loved the list of babies' names that you two may or may not ever use.

"I got an ad for perfume." Makki says after a long while. There's a lift to his voice, as if he finds whatever he's saying to be silly. "Mom used to wear this awful perfume towards the end. Smelt like a fucking cheap hand soap."

He laughs midsentence, tripping over his words. "And she wore so much of it that when she hugged me, it'd just cling to my clothes for hours. My sisters and I hated it. Oh my god, we tried to come up with excuses not to hug her but she always fucking got us anyway."

When he laughs this time, it's more of a shaking exhale, caught somewhere in between misery, melancholy and amusement.

"I really want one more stupid, stinky hug from her," Makki whispers. "Just one more."

You know it's not the same, but you wrap your arms around him anyway and squeeze, scrambling to hold as much of him as you can.

it's. literally. one of the bestttttt sport mangas I've read so far.?? it's fr rly different then what other sport mangas promote!! watch it,,, but I would rec reading the manga frfr

*assuming ur referring this

AHH OKOK ill start the first one tonight !

So pissed bc I re wrote and edited this roommate sero blurb but my building wifi is FUKED so it didn’t save. Yay!