Iris, My Love, Who's Your Have Host From Ohshc?

the way you guys are in my asks abt moodboards keep that same energy when i ask for selfship questions smh 😒

ITOSHI RIN's sleep schedule always gets so messed up because he always tries to match your timezone. this man could be eight hours behind or ahead and still stay awake until ungodly hours because:

one – that's when you're free. he knows your sleep schedule like the back of his hand. when you sleep, when you wake up, when you go to work or school, when you eat, when you shower. it's your fault for oversharing and assuming he wouldn't remember.

two – he misses you. your hugs were his main way of expressing his love; how he would tighten his arms around you in return, how he would nuzzle his nose into your skin and focus on your touch. and now he can't do that at all? because you're miles away? torture.

three – you miss him! his face always burns like crazy when he sees all of the texts you send him, telling him you miss him and want to see him play soon, he can't stand it. it may not look like it, but his hands are itching to call you, or even just text back, but he can't. believe it or not, it truly pains him seeing the plethora of dramatic crying emojis, because he can't help but think "maybe that's how you're actually feeling right now?". you're crying? he's about this close to having a meltdown.

finally, once he's back at home, rin just stands there at the door, leaning his weight on you and simply taking you in. his eye bags are heavy, barely any thoughts crossing through his mind, just you. right there and then, he fell asleep while hugging you, which was not planned, but he couldn't help it. on the bright side, he would get to cuddle with you and have you right by his side; something he's been missing for ages.

lina is literally the most funniest person ever 😞

yawn ur smaus are dull unfunny and boring and ur writing fucking sucks

some of you guys are just mean for the sake of being mean dude

∿ when grit meets grace ⤸ ╱ ❛ lilies ❜

♬⋆.˚ starry cat, up above / why do you glow? do you know? / when you left, you made a / hole the size of a moon inside my heart.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ content warnings; flirting. smoking. maybe some self depreciation? short, sweet. -> word count: 727.

@alcyneus @ayatakanosstuff @mayyhaps @s6rine @dearru @sahrberrii @anxiousyutsuki

“wrong. run it again.”

they’ve been at this for over an hour. hinata approached keishin before practice, phone in hand, with hopes of trying a new quick. it had taken keishin less than 30 seconds to know that it would be hard. hard, but not impossible. everyone looks tired–tsukishima’s attitude is growing worse by the second, nishinoya is getting more frustrated, hell, even asahi is getting a little upset. it’s no one’s fault in particular, but he knows they’re blaming hinata and kageyama.

“jesus, dude,” tanaka pants, hands on his knees. he’s staring right at keishin, brows furrowed. “we’ve been doing this for, like, an hour. can we get a break or something?”

the man thinks for a moment. if they stop now, they’ll lose the momentum. “no,” he says, maybe a little too bluntly. “do it again.” he crosses his arms over his chest and waits. they reset to their respective positions and keishin brings the whistle to his mouth and blows. their movements are sluggish, tired, defeated. the ball gets to kageyama and he sets it, but hinata is so tired that he can’t jump as high as he normally can. he misses the ball by mere inches and groans reverberate through the gym.

“sorry, guys,” hinata mumbles, draggin a hand down his face.

keishin looks to his left, where takeda is standing with a pinched face, and he sighs. he turns back to the team and waves his hand dismissively. “okay, take a break. ten minutes, that’s it.” he doesn’t stay to hear the complaints. instead, he walks out of the gym, sticks a cigarette in his mouth, and lights it. nicotine floods his veins and his stress dissipates. he’s only there for a couple seconds when something catches his eye.

you.

you’re carrying baskets full of flowers, struggling to balance them all. ten minutes his ass. he stomps his cigarette out and walks over to your car, hands in his pockets. “need some help with that?”

you flinch and nearly drop one of the baskets. “oh! ukai! hey, it’s funny seeing you here. um, yes, i could use some help if you’re offering.” you laugh and, once again, ukai feels weak in the knees. he chalks it up to his injury. you hand him one of the baskets and sigh heavily, grateful that you’re no longer straining. “ah, thank you so much. what, uh, what are you doing here? you’re not stalking me, are you?”

he nearly chokes on his own spit. “what?” it takes him longer than it should to realize you’re joking. “oh, hah, no i, um, coach the boys volleyball team here.”

your eyes seemingly light up. “no way! that’s so awesome! i used to play volleyball when i was in high school. i wasn’t very good, though.” you hum, reminiscing. “did you play?” when he nods, you smile. “were you any good?”

he exhales, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “nope,” he says quickly. he doesn’t need to tell you his sob story just yet. “what are you doing here? and with all these flowers?”

“oh, i’m donating to the greenhouse club! i saw a facebook post saying they were looking for flowers and seeds–stuff like that.” you shift the box to your other hip. “i figured it would be good business, y’know? donate and then people know i have a flower shop?” you begin to walk, but stop and turn to him. “um, do you know where the greenhouse is?”

he scoffs out a laugh and nods, walking the opposite direction you were going. “and what happens when this doesn’t get you the business you want?” he doesn’t mean to say it, but he’s a pessimist, he can’t help it.

you hum, looking down at the ground where your feet walk in sync. “i don’t know,” you whisper. suddenly, keishin regrets even making a comment about it. “i suppose i’ll . . . apply at your convenience store and hope you give me a chance?”

he looks down at you and almost flinches at the wide smile on your face. you two stop just before the greenhouse, turned towards each other. “i’ll think about,” he says, smirking slightly.

you smile and laugh, pushing the door open with your hip. “thanks for helping me, ukai. i really appreciate it.”

he swallows hard and nods. “yeah, sure. it was no problem, really.”

sometimes i genuinely think if i spend time pondering about why people don’t fw me like i fw them anymore, i get blindsided and not pay attention to the people who actually still love and treat me the same way.

im not putting in my fuck ass bottom retainers in anymore. My teeth get lose and still end up shifting FUCK THAT. crooked teeth for my bottom row until idgaf

this is so me n him coded especially with twilight ty for the food meeya

— meian shugo ⋮ 03 / 17 / 25. ❝ 𝓞𝑳𝑫 𝓜𝑨𝑵 ❞

content warnings ⨾ smau. implied age gap, but not too big of one. jealous!v-league player!meian. profanity. please don’t pay attention if there are mistakes, thank you ! word count ⨾ n/a.

Reblog to head butt prev (affectionately of course).

next theme for pomeloblush is gonna be tomatoes btw, if anyone sees any cute tomatoes things send em my way

shouto and itsuomi same person....itsuomi and shouto same person...hauedjsqk