Hi Rach, I’m sorry you got this loser who can’t draw nsfw as a secret santa. Nothing really happens in the comic, it’s short. and it kind of deviates from the prompt a bit too so… yeah I’M SO VERY SORRY there is also a lack of Akashi despite being from his pov but I have a Furihata pov in the making (which has more akashi lol) But anyway I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!!
Explanation: I think what Bokushi see through their eyes can be compared to a dream for Oreshi. He can see it, feel it, but cannot touch it. So basically, here Oreshi is saying he only get to meet the Furihata that love him only when he is Bokushi (when he’s dreaming) and when he returns to his old self (wake up), Furi doesn’t recognise him anymore. ;_;
Warnings: None whatsoever. A drabble about silent bonds of friendship, mutual romantic feelings and first kisses.Some sort of telepathy going on in the story?
Summary: The rest of the world cannot understand Midorima, and Takao wonders why communication still happens naturally between the two.
The continuation of No Joke, Treasuring You, can now be read by clicking the link. You can also find this story on my AO3.
(For more information regarding the story, please take a look at the notes at the end of the fic.)
It all started a few days ago, this relentless routine of sleepless nights. For the last five years, ever since they started living together, Midorima had bought a gift that Takao hinted at for his birthday. Mostly he felt like cheating for taking the hints, but his boyfriend always acted so happy and surprised that Midorima thought either Takao was very good at acting, or he was just unaware of how he was pointing him in the right direction. It was probably the latter. Takao had the tendency to show his love for things in general. He always seemed so genuinely happy to show Midorima whatever it was that pleased him. And for five years, Midorima had taken this routine to heart and followed the line of his boyfriend’s happiness and managed to get him what he wanted. And Takao always smiled and thanked him, first conventionally and then, later in bed, very much sexually. It was the best part of Takao’s birthdays. Not that their sex life was lacking in any way, but on Takao’s birthdays..It was something else. Even now, thinking about it made Midorima blush and left breathless.
Warnings: None whatsoever. A drabble about silent bonds of friendship, mutual romantic feelings and first kisses.Some sort of telepathy going on in the story?
Summary: The rest of the world cannot understand Midorima, and Takao wonders why communication still happens naturally between the two.
The continuation of No Joke, Treasuring You, can now be read by clicking the link. You can also find this story on my AO3.
(For more information regarding the story, please take a look at the notes at the end of the fic.)
At fifteen, Kasamatsu was lanky,awkward, and way more angry at the world than he should. Honestly, he was doing well at school, played basketball, and successfully kept his younger brothers
from becoming arsonists, but he was a teenager, and he was angry. Because he had zits, because he couldn’t talk to girls,
because his band was never going to be famous, or even leave Moriyama’s garage,
for that matter. Hell, because his cereal turned too saggy one day while he
jerked off three times during one
shower – just because he was a teenager.
Mostly because he was two hundred
percent gay, though, and beginning to think he would die a virgin, since the
only guy whose gaydar seemed to be working, and steering him in Yukio’s general
direction was a thirteen-year-old with perfect skin, and the tendency to
embarrass him in public, by using the same cheap tricks on him as he did on all
the older girls that found him and his dubious seduction techniques so cute.
“Senpai, you look tired,” drawled
Kise, flashing a dazzling grin that even Kasamatsu recognized as a force to be
reckoned with.
He only rolled his eyes, too
exhausted after the basketball practice to even scold that brat for basically
stalking him after school, and tried to bypass Kise, who promptly followed.
“Probably because you’ve been
running through my mind all day,” he added flirtatiously, batting his
ridiculous eyelashes.
