something i wrote while i was still in school because i have no motivation </3
written messily with a nearly dried-out, green whiteboard marker was the dilemma sugawara was facing at ten in the morning.
he had bursted into his classroom late and out of breath, loosening his tie and anxiously carding a hand through his unruly hair as he made his way over to his desk, apologizing for his tardiness.
sugawara was a likable teacher, one that graduated students always came back to visit and one that shared the same humor as his students. he was one of few that made lessons enjoyable and a class students always looked forward to knowing they’d be listening to his humorous lectures. his well liked reputation exempted him from the students’ typical impatience, especially considering that sugawara never called them out on their lates. but they were definitely curious as to what had gotten their favorite laidback teacher so anxious looking.
he looked disheveled as he sorted through papers in his briefcase, trying to organize himself as the time he typically spent doing so before the school bell rang was long past. the students chuckled under their breaths and exchanged looks as their teacher drew out a long sigh. before any of them could ask what exasperated him so, he straightened up and addressed the class. “i screwed up.”
“what happened, sir?” a boy who sat near the back of the classroom called out, and suga’s eyes darted between his students and the whiteboard before he made his way over to write something down. he uncapped an old marker sitting on the ledge, a loud squeak emitting from every line he wrote. he only responded: “we’re doing a poll.”
the students stared curiously at their teacher’s back, craning their heads to make out the words. eventually, he stepped to the side to reveal what he had written.
how do i apologize to my spouse for taking their car keys?
the class was immediately in an uproar.
“you took their keys, sir? that’s why you came late?”
“yes,” sighed sugawara as he walked back toward his desk and collapsed into the leather chair behind it, holding his head against his hand. “i drove all the way back home to return them.”
“they couldn’t take yours?”
he fished around in his pocket with his opposite hand before pulling out two sets of keys. the class let out a sound between a groan and a laugh. “i didn’t realize i already had mine in my jacket.”
“were they late to work?”
“of course they were late.” groaned out sugawara, rubbing his hands down his face.
“were they mad?”
only when suga had arrived at the school building and pulled out your keys to lock his car did his heart drop at the realization of his mistake. he immediately got back into his car and drove the whole 30 minute ride home to return your keys, calling the school to inform them of his lateness. his heart dropped to his stomach when immediately afterward, your contact flashed onto his screen. he hesitantly answered the call, tumbled (practically shouted) out, “i have your keys”, before hanging up, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
annoyed you definitely were at the inconvenience, but your husband's profuse apologies made it hard to stay angry. you quickly rushed out the door and urged him to return back to school. the guilt was still eating at him, which is why he wanted to do something to make up for the trouble.
underneath the question written on the board were three different options given in response.
flowers
chocolate
all of the above
“your answer is obvious.” another boy called out from the front end of the room before suga could respond to the previous question. the class exclaimed in agreement.
the vote was unanimous, and when you returned home from a long day ready to collapse into bed and laugh at the absurdity of the situation from that morning now that you were no longer in it, you were met with an arrangement of your favorite flowers wrapped in pretty packaging, an assortment of different chocolates, and a goofy (but deadly sincere) apology letter tucked away in the bouquet on your living room table.
and though your irritation had long died out, you certainly weren’t rejecting suga’s smothering affection as you entered your shared bedroom, and you certainly weren’t going to turn down his offer to run you a nice bath as an apology either.
Girls when there are books to be read and spooky movies to be watched but they have responsibilities they must tend to
Okay so I waited to talk about this until the one-shot was officially posted but now that it has, I want to talk about Asahi's growth after high school.
First of all, the official art. The CONFIDENCE, the STYLE, EVERYTHING. When I saw this art I was like.... yeah. This is perfect. It just...fits. He found his way in the world.
And then we got this beauty:
I am. So proud of him.
So, so, so proud of him.
Cannot describe the way my heart swooned when I saw this.
He came SUCH a long way from being the nervous little kid in high school.
Look how happy he looks.
And with the way he is rubbing the back of his neck, I am assuming they're complimenting his designs.
And honestly? He deserves it because LOOK HOW FUCKING COOL THESE ARE
The green and black one has my entire heart, I wish I had one myself.
Look at where you came from:
Look at you now:
Anyway, I just wanted to say Azumane Asahi (apparel designer for ZealDence) is really fucking amazing and I love him very, very much. He deserves the world.
Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
THINKING ABOUT...
what a christmas with sugawara koshi would look like <3
baking cookies together and smearing the icing on each other
cuddling by the fireplace
hanging up a bunch of cute christmas decor
spending lots and lots of time thinking of the perfect gifts for each other
ice skating dates
sipping hot cocoa outside
building two snowmen - a boy and a (insert gender here haha)
snowball fights that end with you two on top of each other and giggling all red in the face
buying matching christmas pjs
watching christmas movies
building blanket forts
im def writing abt these in more detail
“i hate my siblings” rip to you but i would kill and die for my brother
i can’t help but think of mizu x reader who’s working in cosmetology and is super feminine… i’m talking girly girl, pink clothes, items, gold jewelry, hair and makeup and nails are always done… it’s the trope of girl who puts on her hoodies and jeans x girl who takes 3 hours to get ready to go to the grocery store
this idea is so good ahhh
Mizu who lets you straddle her as you apply glitter eyeshadow on the lids of her eyes. She complains and wriggles, but she secretly loves it when she gets to see you like this: concentrated and moody if she didn’t hold still long enough.
You take ages to get ready to go out—doesn’t matter where. Mizu waits on the bed, watching tiktoks of up and coming fencers, all at full volume, completely unaware.
Mizu is always subject to your makeup experiments since she has such good skin despite not having a nighttime routine (she gets too grumpy if you tell her to get up and do a shared nighttime routine)
You’re always jealous of Mizu’s thick dark eyebrows and you often have to bribe her to let you pluck them.
Mizu lets you paint her nails sometimes when she’s wine-drunk and happy and in love. She smiles brightly and giggles when you’re finished. Demands you to take photos of your intertwined hands.
in public, you know the image you both make: you, draped in pink clothes and frills and makeup and mizu—swathed in black and wearing combat boots and that perpetual frown on her face.
Regardless, It’s a nice balance and you sometimes braid Mizu’s long hair, dress her in your own clothes, paint her eyelids and brush blush onto her face before kissing her softly.
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adventure time’s princess bubblegum and marceline inspired this one
i hope love finds you. i truly do. i hope you wake up in arms that keep you safe. i hope you get kissed in places you were insecure about. i hope you're held with softness. i hope gentle words and praises graze your wars. i hope you're taken care of. i hope you're loved even after you've learned to love yourself. i hope that when love finds you, it stays with you. forever.
gangubai kathiawadi —in aesthetics 🤍
i’m not religious but man. sometimes i can’t help but hope that there’s someone out there listening to me
shout out to I will follow you into the dark for being the song of all time. death cab for cutie just nailed it. there's never been a song as much as I will follow you into the dark. it's so song. like?? hello?? if heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied, illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs, if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, I will follow you into the dark. that's all there is to it.
tired of being tired