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kento’s favourite noise is hearing your wedding rings clink together.
it’s a soft sound, not a harsh wobble of metal or the screech of a steel sheet cut in two, but like the ripples of water interrupted. it is delicate and brief; a perfect clink. when kento hears it, he sees pink.
clink it goes when kento reaches for your hand when you wake up in the morning, half asleep and head buried deep inside your pillow. he can’t see your face, so he reaches for you instead. his gold band clinks with your more delicate gold ring. it feels softer than cashmere and the yarn of your crochet projects.
clink it goes when you pass him back the spoon he handed you to taste test dinner. the food is hot from the pot and blown carefully by him. it’s a recipe an older woman from the grocery store gave to kento. apparently, her husband would make it for her, so now kento will cook it for you. struck by humour, he didn’t tell you about his encounter until your first few bites into dinner. you choked, tears streaming down your face. kento would make more for you, to which he would receive a reluctant “thank you” and a glare as piercing as cotton balls. you’d never known a love so quietly overwhelming until you met him.
clink it goes when you lightly slap his hand when he’s being silly. kento’s straight line mouth (which you lovingly stroke until he smiles), bursts into the shape of a lemon slice. he can’t help but make you squirm. he likes the little dance you do, your high-pitched “stop it’s” and “you’re so weird, kento’s”. it’s almost as sweet as the clinking of your rings, but somehow, it’s unmatched.
look at you. you’ve conditioned him to associate your love with the clinking of your rings. how dare you.
kento’s favourite noise is hearing your wedding rings clink together.
just finished the hardest design studio i’ve done so far for school :’) i’m still in school but hopefully i can start posting again. sorry for the silence
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i had a dream i worked in an underwater restaurant and people kept ordering ice in their drinks and then getting mad at me when it would float away. and i’d tell them beforehand that the ice would float away & they’d be like lol no that’s not how it works just give me the ice. I’m fighting customer service battles never seen before
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people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.
shoutout to my favorite fictional characters, favorite people, favorite ships, favorite movies, favorite tv shows, fanfics and archive of our own
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─ ✦ Nerdjo has an utterly hopeless crush on a girl at his university—one he only ever sees in the library or passing through the hallways. Always surrounded by her three friends, impossible to catch alone. Except in the library. Which seems like her own time.
That's part of the reason why Satoru is walking around in the school's old library searching for books about the Roman Empire. He almost falls flat on his face when he sees her—you. Standing on your tippy toes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf,with one hand, while balancing a few books in the other, it looks torturous.
Hesitating for only a moment, he tightens his grip on his own books and clears his throat softly.
"Hi, uh, do you need help with that?"
You flinched at the unexpected voice but quickly composed yourself, turning to face him with an almost assessing gaze.
Your eyes flicking over him, taking in his loosened tie and books that seemed to be falling out of his hands, even though the tight grip he has on at least half of them. You look at him a bit longer before you decide to put your books down on the creaky wooden floor and accept his help.
"Yeah, thanks. The shelves are way too high, I swear," you muttered, mostly to yourself. Taking a step back to give him some space, shifting slightly on your feet as your gaze lingers on him. Why is this guy helping me?
"Yeah," Satoru chuckled nervously as he crouched to set his own books down—only for half of them to tumble over with a loud bang! in the almost silent library, making the tension even more awkward. Instantly, he fixes the fallen books before adjusting his tie and rolling up his sleeves, the movement reaveling his pale, veiny forearms.
He moved in front of the old wooded shelf and reached for the book you wanted, looking back at you to make sure that he was holding the right one before handing it to you with a sweet smile.
He looked down at the book as he handed it to you, he hadn't seen the cover before, only the dark spine as he grabbed it, but now he had the opportunity to see what you were into and he definitely took it. On the full black cover in white big letters stood "BD$M, and everything you need to know."
Satoru visibly froze, slowly bringing his gaze up to your face. You hadn’t even noticed his shocked expression—until you glanced down and realized exactly which book he was holding. A surge of panic shot through you and you quickly came up with a half lie, half truth for an excuse.
"It's for my class!" You blurted, scrambling for an explanation. "I mean, I take criminology on the side, and for our current assignment, we were each given a killer to study, we’re supposed to analyze their hobbies and behavior for a later assignment—"
You rambled on, a bright red blush heating your face, completely destroying the usual nonchalant persona that you put on.
The silence lasted longer than you would've liked, the only sounds filling the library were the steady patter of rain against the roof and the faint creaking of floorboards as the librarian moved through the section besides you.
"Uh… it's fine," Satoru finally said, breaking the silence.
He shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to make the situation less weird. "I mean, a lot of people are into different stuff..." He said even though he actually thought that you were maybe covering up your own kinks by making up some excuse.
"No, no, really." Gesturing a big X with your arms as if that alone could erase the misunderstanding. Absolutely horrified that this nice student you'd just met thought you were some sort of freak.
You were really trying to get the memo through that you weren't some odd student borrowing freaky books from your university's library.
After you finished your embarrassed explaining and gestures, Satoru let out a soft chuckle, still looking slightly perplexed—but definitely a little amused. He bent down, gathering his books in a hurried motion. "Well… uh, good luck with that," he said with an awkward smile on his soft pink lips before straightening up.
Then, without another word, he turned his heel and basically rushed out of the library and to his dorm room, to now Google everything there is to know about BD$M.
SOSOSO cute (I need a part 2)
