Tsuyushuu - T S U Y U

blue period (ブルーピリオド)

Kisses

“Scared, Potter?”

“You wish.” Draco grins as Harry answers with as much confident that he has, even though it’s crystal clear that the Chosen One is quite nervous.

“Then kiss me.”

Harry settles gingerly on Draco’s lap, face basically two inches from the blond boy, his knees digging into the sofa as Draco’s hands move to circle Harry’s waist. The grey orbs, once again, captivate the green, not challenging, for once Draco strives for reassuring. Harry can’t quite move his gaze from the boy in front tof him –the sharp jaw, the high cheekbones, the pointy chin, the slender long pale throat, sharp grey eyes, pink lucious lips –they are just another feature to add to his good look, another thing that sharpen his beauty. Harry sighs softly, his breath warming Draco’s cupid bow. Draco looks gorgeous from the close distance.

“Are you sure?” Harry asks quietly, wanting to make sure Draco knows what he’s doing, and yet at the same time wanting to pull himself out of this awkward, embarassing situation. Harry drops his gaze to Draco’s chest, refusing to look at him as he can feel his cheeks and ears redden immensely. Suddenly he can feel fingers on his chin, forcing him to once again stare at Draco.

“I have never been more certain about anything in my life.” Draco says just as quiet. “You’re the one in control. Kiss me.” He closes his eyes, relaxing his body into the sofa, giving Harry the complete control of his vulnerable state. Harry can leave, of course, but then, Harry can also stay and kiss Draco like he has been imagining for quite a long time. Merlin, help him. This is his first kiss, Draco’s the one that’s supposed to teach him on what to do, right? Oh Merlin’s tits, screw it, let’s just do this.

And so Harry lets his eyes flutter shut as he leans forward slowly, cautiously.

Wait. No, this won’t do. What if he leans and he can’t capture Draco’s lips? What if he closes his eyes and kisses Draco’s nose instead? Oh God, he’s going to be sick. Fuck, he can’t do this, not on his own. Draco can feel how the body above him goes so tense and rigid, and so he pops his left eye open.

“You okay?” Draco asks, a tinge of concern colors his voice. “We can stop, you know. It’s okay if you’re not ready.” Draco’s fingers that stays on Potter’s waist start making a soothing, calming circle.

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m fine. I can do this.” Draco rolls his eyes with a small smile.

“Ever the Gryffindor, Potter.” then he goes back to his relax stance, eyes closed, hands slotting home at Harry’s back.

This time Harry puts both of his palms on Draco, covering his jaw, neck, and some part of his cheeks. His thumb instinctively caressing Draco’s cheek softly, trying to convince himself that this will turn out not so badly. He wants to kiss him, this is his chance. He leans forward once again, letting his lips ghost over Draco’s lips for a few moment, collecting all the courage that he got in his body, until finally he closes his eyes and leans forward a little bit more, covering the lips of the other boy with his own. Harry kisses him gently, softly, cautiously. Draco’s lips move to kiss him back, just as soft, just as sweet.

Harry can feel what Draco wants him to understand. This is Draco Malfoy, as vulnerable as he can be, lying bare under the control of Harry Potter’s lips. Harry can feel Draco’s heartbeats gradually speeding up under his palm, he can feel how soft Draco’s blond locks sliding between his fingers, he can feel the fuzzy warmth blooming from the pit of his stomach, slowly wrapping him inside this warm cocoon that make him tingles from head to toe. The kiss is gentle, almost heart wrenchingly sweet as Draco’s lips moves leissurely under Harry’s, pliant as ever.

He can feel the smile blooming on Draco’s lips. He can taste the residue of firewhiskey just beneath his lips. He can feel the way their body melts into each other, just simply existing, just two souls simply imploring each other for something more.

But then suddenly he moves.

And then suddenly Draco moves, and so Harry’s world tilts on it’s axis, forcing Harry to understand that it was never gravity that holds him to his world.

The kiss suddenly take a sharp halt and then the table is turnt.

It is consuming. It feels like there’s a fire consuming Harry’s body, and Draco’s the only relief he can get from the heat. It feels like the world is fading into blurred lights, rapidly changing and yet the time never moves forward. It feels like being onslaught, rapidly assaulted by emotions that Harry might combust. It’s so overwhelming that Harry feels like he might not survive from the kiss and every emotions that attacks him right now. It feels like suddenly nothing else matter beside kissing Draco’s lips –not even breathing, Draco is his oxygen. Harry can feel Draco’s hands trapping his jaw, his fingers settling at the nape of Harry’s neck. His glasses fogs up and squeezes deep into his face, until suddenly it’s gone, being thrown somewhere on the floor. Harry can feel Draco’s lucious lips beneath his–demanding, coaxing, teasing, relentlessly taking everything that Harry can give and at the same time giving more than what Harry can take. Draco kisses like he flies –firm, strong, elegant. He’s graceful, he’s relentless, he’s free as a bird when he flies. That’s what kissing Draco feels like –free. So free that Harry can no longer differentiate reality as Draco’s kisses keep blurring the edge of Harry’s pheripheral vision, making Draco as the only concrete object for Harry to hold on.

The heady feelings, the divine taste of Draco’s lips, the shy pleads from his tongue, the warmth he emanates from his body just completely consume Harry as he tries to cling to reality, as he tries to not lose himself under the mere spell of Draco’s lips. And yet, little did he knows that Draco is not in a different situation. They are both consumed by their passion, they are both just a mere particle that will combust into nothingness in each other hand, a collateral beauty, a sight to behold as they collide and dissolve in raw passion. And so they try their hardest not to lose themselves under the wrap of each other fingers.

But the world just keeps spinning faster.

And time keeps fading into an abstract concept.

And so Harry, for once, gives in to the boy underneath him.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until The Slytherin Prince becomes the death of The Boy Who Lived Twice.

me trying to explain how itadori yuuji a child who valued life and fought for proper death of people had to bear the guilt for killing hundreds of people and he started to believe his existence was the root of all problem because he was the vessel of king of curses and the only person who kept believing in him and kept telling him time and time again that it was okay for him to live was megumi who did not value his own life, who also goes on to become the vessel of sukuna and got his body used to kill the person who taught him to not throw away his life aka his gojo sensei i need to kms after this do you understand

every time i look at caitlyn now i just get sad.

we know the gray is why viktor's sick and dying young

we know that caitlyn knows very well what the gray does to people

we know that the gray is a gas and gas cannot be controlled, we literally see it spill out of a building

and

and nothing comes out of it

nothing comes out of cait releasing a deadly toxin that has caused the suffering and death of generations of zaunites

one of whom she literally asks after because she did know him in some level and was concerned for, and/or because jayce is close to him and she knows that

cait who hugged a victim of drug addiction with no hint of hesitation or disgust, just grateful that he helped out, immediately suggesting that he meet vi because her new friend might be happy to see a familiar face

what

what the fuck

what the fuck???

like i know i know, smth abt grief and how it can turn you into a monster, yeah sure but like

are you. gonna do anything about that?

Oh

No

You're just

"angry oil slick" and "mongoose" and marvel quips and "im here to save my dad" and oh she's betraying ambessa now i guess. "why is peace always the excuse for violence," dude, you. brought back. deadly gas. that has killed generations of zaunites. this gas that is killing viktor. like 1/2 the reason why the world nearly ends at the finale because piltover's capitalism forced this guy's hand. i. i just.

what the fuck???

SUMMER

“The people of the underground deserve to breathe” oH cAsSandRA cAreD ab0uT zAun luv my aCtiVist qUeeN

But the ventilation system is designed in a way that—with the Kiramman key—can be easily weaponized against zaunites cuz the gas wasn’t directed AWAY from zaun, just held back. Zaun was being held at gun point with gas. The oppressors keep this deadly gas in their arsenal so they could re-introduce the Gray into Zaun if they so please, if Zaun gets out of line.

The “privilege” of clean air is conditional.

Two thoughts:

Satosugu— never dated, probably never confessed (until whatever satoru said in jjk0), they both KNEW though and pre-Star plasma vessel they thought they had time to just exist around each other and be in love without any kind of name on it. Satoru gets overworked and Suguru falls into depression & defects but their mutual love never goes away. They’re allergic to communication.

Itafushi— yearnology masters. They knew they couldn’t fall in love (yuji’s pending execution and then EVERYTHING ELSE) but they both did anyways. They both understand that the other would do absolutely anything for them but I don’t think they have actually confessed at all. Mutual pining for dumbasses. After the events of everything, I think they end up talking about it all, realizing their mutual feelings, and then they get together. They DO and CAN communicate healthily. They do get to eat the same foods, hang laundry, and exist with each other. Thanks.

“Akari (燈)” by Soushi Sakiyama (崎山蒼志) - Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season - Ending Theme