albedo, what in the devil are you doing?
luke pearce's adventures in teaching dr. vyn richter to be a nicer person.
when you don’t do a warm up and go straight into lineart and your hand does the thing
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Haikyuu!!2 | Episode 6 | Tobio Kageyama + Expressions
“Without goals and plans to reach them, you are like a ship that has set sail with no destination.”
— Fitzhugh Dodson (via thoughtkick)
“I wish the memories would leave just as easy as you did.”
— Unknown
hello catte today i present to you: kazuha writing/tracing his name with his fingers on your skin
I'm so so tempted to get h word with this but I shan't bc I'm in the mood for fluff rn––
⠀kjand but fr tho that would be so cute. I think that if he would write his name on your skin, he'd do it super casually, too? And I don't even think you'd recognize that the loops and the swirls he draws on your skin are anything more than simple shapes at first, either.
⠀Like, the two of you could merely be basking in the sun's warmth from the crow's nest on the ship, you half-asleep and Kazuha curling around you. His one arm is cushioning both your head and his while his other is draped around your middle. Even though your eyelids are threatening to close, you begin to see a pattern in the soft movement of his fingers on your skin. The longer you think about it, the more you realize that he's been tracing the same shapes into your skin over and over for the last couple of weeks.
⠀"Kazuha," you say around a yawn. His hand stills, probably surprised you were still awake. "What're you writing?" you ask sleepily, though an eye is open to look up at him.
⠀He blinks, then a smile comes upon his lips. "Hm? Oh, it's nothing to worry about. My hand was merely feeling a bit restless is all. Did I wake you?"
⠀You snort at his poor attempt to redirect the conversation and pull away slightly to look at him better. The hand that was writing on your skin comes to lightly grip you, preventing you from moving too far. When you regard him, your gaze is narrowed, if not still from how drowsy you are.
⠀"You've been writing the same thing on my skin for weeks by now, Kazu."
⠀His smile widens. "Have I?"
⠀You huff in faux anger, but from how he's gently pulling you back into his chest, you know he doesn't intend to tell you soon.
⠀"Rest, love," he hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead, cradling you in his arms. His hand from earlier settles on your middle again. "I'll tell you one day. Maybe."
⠀He chuckles when you scoff, but eventually you bury your head in his chest, and within seconds your breathing evens out and he knows you've truly fallen asleep.
⠀Kazuha sighs in contentment, closing his eyes as he rested his cheek against your head. His hand begins to move again, similar movements that he has indeed been repeating for some time now.
⠀Kaedahara Kazuha, he writes with the tip of his finger. It's a mark of love, an unseen sign of his devotion that only he knows has been written into your skin.
⠀Underneath it, however, he writes something slightly different.
⠀It's your name, so lovingly and carefully scrawled, but instead of the surname you currently use, he writes Kaedahara, instead.
⠀He sighs once more when he thinks about it, his chest warming at the thought. The name he had drawn on your skin isn't just a sign of his love–– it’s a promise, too.
⠀
The journey following his escape from Inazuma will be long and fraught with peril, something Kaedehara Kazuha is well aware of.
The moon floats in the sky, and a gentle breeze blows by. Though a storm is coming, the ronin shall brave it with song and wine.
I love him