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chocoboxnow:

Please enjoy this actual conversation from Cross Colors, which is a real, official game and (I think????) not a fanfic:

[Hayama and Nebuya are throwing snowballs at each other, but one goes wild]

Midorima: …that’s cold.
Hayama: Woah, is someone there!?
Takao: Bwaha! Shin-chan, did you get hit by a snowball?
Midorima: Quiet. Don’t laugh.
Takao: Awww. Here, there’s snow in your hair… [pat pat]
Hayama: Sorry! I didn’t think anyone was around.
Takao: It’s okay. We were crouched down at the edge of the yard, so you couldn’t see us. Sorry!
Midorima: ……
Takao: Shin-chan, don’t make such a scary face so early in the morning. Aren’t you glad the snow bunny didn’t get hit?
Takao: Here, it just needs ears and it’ll be done!
Midorima: …Right.
Hayama + Nebuya: Snow bunny?
Takao: Yep. Midorima’s lucky item today was a snow bunny, so we made one.
Midorima: Here it is.
Hayama: Hmmm, a snow bunny! I’ve never seen one before!
Nebuya: Nice job.
Midorima: Thank you.
Takao: Hayama-san, you two were having a snowball fight?
Hayama: You bet! We got all fired up~
Takao: Sounds fun!
Takao: I haven’t been in a snowball fight since grade school.
Hayama: Seriously? Want to join us!?
Nebuyai: Yeah, let’s do it!
Takao: Can we? I’d love to! Right, Shin-chan?
Midorima: I’m not interested.
Takao: Whaat~? We don’t usually get this much snow, it’ll be fun!
Takao: A snowball fight will be good exercise!
Midorima: ……
Takao: Okay, it’s settled!

i really need to get around to looking at extra game or whatever bc The Jabberwocky is a great poem and that some assholes called themselves Jabberwocky and in return the miragen et al called themselves Vorpal Swords is just like…i just love it. so much.

Graduation [KiKasa]

thanksillpass:

Kasamatsu thinks this is what dying feels like – you can’t breathe and can feel your brain collapsing on itself, the desperate rush of blood the only sound you can hear. His face feels hot, his palms are wet, and Kise is looking at him patiently and respectfully like Yukio doesn’t look like he’s choking on his own tongue at all.

He tries to calm down by reminding myself that this is it – the graduation, the last stop; they won’t see each other ever again, probably, not if Kasamatsu can help it, he’s going far away enough anyway. Kise rocks on the balls of his feet awkwardly, still aggravatingly patient, and Kasamatsu grits his teeth.

He fists his palm and presses it against Kise’s chest, a little bit more violently than he intended, making Kise stagger back slightly and frown in confusion. Yukio uncurls his fingers slowly and presses his hand flat against Kise’s heart, still unable not looking at him.

He lets go then and turns around to leave, hears a gasp escape Kise’s lips but he keeps going, he won’t turn back, he can’t face him. That’s the one challenge Kasamatsu Yukio has to back down from and he deserves the privilege of running away, he’s worked hard enough to earn it. He’s not a coward.

“You’re a coward, senpai!” Kise shouts, and Yukio falters in his steps.

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