Konoha: What the fuck is he supposed to be doing?
Komi: I think it's some kind of mating ritual dance.
Washio: Fascinating.
Konoha: What the fuck is he supposed to be doing?
Komi: I think it's some kind of mating ritual dance.
Washio: Fascinating.
bokuto, bless his heart, loves when atsumu asks him to do thirst traps on tiktok with him.
but kou doesn’t know they’re thirst traps, he just thinks they’re silly little videos where he gets to pose and dance—it’s so fun.
and atsumu is definitely using him for views, that cheeky bastard.
bokuto, bless his heart, loves when atsumu asks him to do thirst traps on tiktok with him.
but kou doesn’t know they’re thirst traps, he just thinks they’re silly little videos where he gets to pose and dance—it’s so fun.
and atsumu is definitely using him for views, that cheeky bastard.
Megumi grimaced as he walked through the crowd of people feeling like prey under the many gazes that landed on him.
Mentally, he’s cursing Gojo for even bringing him to this damn charity gala in the first place.
Megumi grimaced as he walked through the crowd of people feeling like prey under the many gazes that landed on him.
Mentally, he’s cursing Gojo for even bringing him to this damn charity gala in the first place.
Osamu feels like a fucking pervert.
A fucking pervert who is entirely too smitten—too enamored with the prettiest little thing he’s ever come across.
Pretty, small—and entirely too young for him.
Osamu feels like a fucking pervert.
A fucking pervert who is entirely too smitten—too enamored with the prettiest little thing he’s ever come across.
Pretty, small—and entirely too young for him.
Kiyoomi didn’t *mean* to find it—
He was just trying to find his favorite hoodie that belonged to Atsumu to use for the day that had been buried beneath piles of folded clothing.
Kiyoomi didn’t *mean* to find it—
He was just trying to find his favorite hoodie that belonged to Atsumu to use for the day that had been buried beneath piles of folded clothing.
What then?
What then?
sukuna has known megumi since he was five and megumi three. back then megumi was a slab of meat with chubby cheeks and the cutest tummy. sukuna called him pork chop.
they've been best friend forever, their humour match and they're both highly intelligent people,
sukuna has known megumi since he was five and megumi three. back then megumi was a slab of meat with chubby cheeks and the cutest tummy. sukuna called him pork chop.
they've been best friend forever, their humour match and they're both highly intelligent people,
“Kugisaki says she has someone she wants to set you up with.” Yuuji suddenly said, interrupting the content silence between them.
Sukuna glanced away from the movie they’d been watching - the fucking terrible one that his brother had chosen - and scoffed.
“No thanks.”
“Kugisaki says she has someone she wants to set you up with.” Yuuji suddenly said, interrupting the content silence between them.
Sukuna glanced away from the movie they’d been watching - the fucking terrible one that his brother had chosen - and scoffed.
“No thanks.”
They lost. It’s over. Actually, totally over.
Bokuto is pretty sure he should be crying, but he’s not.
Even though they’d climbed so carefully—learned what it meant to support each other, to believe in each other—and watched it all crumble away, +
They lost. It’s over. Actually, totally over.
Bokuto is pretty sure he should be crying, but he’s not.
Even though they’d climbed so carefully—learned what it meant to support each other, to believe in each other—and watched it all crumble away, +
He sleeps in the clouds ☁️
He sleeps in the clouds ☁️