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i’m curious what’s your sign and would u rather have elf ears or fangs? and why?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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"that ship isn't canon! that character isn't gay!" well thats not what the voices told me
~ DULL KNIVES ~ a TodoBaku webcomic
Pages 7/? (wip)
heard porn bots might be following you guys again. sorry about that. but in some good news i have been gaining many new followers who are real stunningly beautiful women. welcome ladies :)
The true trick is saved till the end.
oh my god.
devil hunter/bomb devil bkg?????? yes. !!!
i’m in the mood for aizawa
𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑
hanamaki x reader.
a/n: prepare to be in anguish… or not.
if time travel was a thing, takahiro would go to the precise moment in his time line to prevent himself from ever meeting you. damn the day your entered his orbit.
at first glance you seemed like some sort of angelic deity that descended from the heavens. too good to be true. if only he knew what he knows now, would he have ignored your alluring presence. he would have spared himself the heartbreak and misery.
the signs were there but he was too blinded by love to see it. he would have picked up on it sooner, but he put so much trust in you. he thought he knew you. that you would have never been capable of such a betrayal, and with him out of all people. guess what they say is true. that no one really knows a person. they just failed to understand them. takahiro thought he understood you.
he would have done anything for you. you knew that. there were many times when he gave you everything he had. it wasn’t much, but the thought behind it is what matter the most. he believed that his love for you would always be enough. you weren’t a materialistic person. no, far from that. that’s one of the reasons why he loved you. takahiro wasn’t sure why some where down the line you chose him.
was it because he had a stable job and looked like someone who had their shit together? sure, hiro at times struggled to make ends meet, but you never once complained. his status of unemployment was always on and off and that never became a topic when fights would occur. so what was the catalyst for you leaving him and being with another?
you never gave him some sort of closure. that day you left happened out of no where. he had just gotten off his first day of a new job that he acquired. he came home to an empty apartment aside from a few belongings that were his, most of them were yours. you had only left a note on the kitchen island giving the bullshit excuse of “it’s not you, it’s me.” you never gave a clear reason why you left but looking at you — at him now. he sees it all.
he’s not sure how, or when it started, but you would go see him without hiro being there, despite him knowing them better. the times when you did hang out together, he would notice your touch lingering on him for a second longer. he would text you often, and when takahiro questioned you. you would tell him he was being paranoid. manipulating ways into making him forget the whole ordeal.
although, takahiro cannot pin the blame all on you. you weren’t the only one who broke his heart and trust that day. the day he figured out he was apart of the misery he was living in. he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that his own best friend would do this. a man who he consider as his brother, as if they shared the same blood. they had only met in high school, but he felt as if he had met his other half. a different kind of bond that no one would truly understand.
he would been fine if it was just his heart that you shattered. time heals everything, but you had to be selfish. you had to take not only his heart, but also his brotherhood. meeting matsukawa issei was one of the best things to ever happen to him. issei is the one person takahiro never regretted meeting, then you came along.
a midst the heartbreak, he feels some sort of comfort in you stepping into his life. you helped issei show his true colors.
From the musical performance of Ouran High School Host Club in Japan!
Tokyo: 12/2-12/11, Osaka: 12/17-12/18
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i love sero hanta. i just know that he would be the best boyfriend in the world.
i see him with someone who is more type A, he would balance someone like that out beautifully and i think he needs someone in his life who will ground him. give him some sort of plan even if it revolves around you. he’s so easy going and nonchalant about everything. nothing seems to bother him on the surface so he’s there for you the moment he notices any notion of unease.
sero hanta would dance in the kitchen with you all night to your favorite songs, bake cookies with you, bring you a drink the mornings he goes down to the café because he was thinking of you. he’d try his best to help you with any school work and then cuddle with you when you finally give in.
his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. unless you tell him not to, he is all over you all the time. it’s not even 100% sexual. you’re sitting on the couches with your friends and he’ll just come around the corner and lay his head down in your lap, listening to you voice.
older brother’s best friend suna is so annoying !!!
like you come home to find him lounging in the kitchen with a bag of chips and he shoots you a look, asking “what are you doing here?” and you’re stuck there flabbergasted because the last time you checked, YOU lived here!
or how he has absolutely no regard for your personal space. he’ll plop down next to you on the couch and spend exactly .23 seconds being normal before he’s laying his long ass body down across the length of the couch and shoving his feet all over your face.
somehow the even more infuriating breach of personal space than feet in the face is when he crowds up behind you in the kitchen during another one of your parents family dinners, leaning down — his head almost resting on your shoulder — to reach into the fridge that you’d been scouring. not so much as apologizing as he grabs a bottle of beer and leaves.
or when you’re both hanging out in your brother’s apartment one night in college — YOU’RE house sitting for him as he visits his girlfriend, you don’t know what suna’s excuse is — and you’re on the couch just flipping through tinder. suna pokes his head over your shoulder, encouraging you to swipe left on every guy that you see for various reasons. “too scrubby” “he’s lying about his height” “is that a fish”. until you stumble across his profile — it’s barely even that, just a picture of himself and a short bio + some details. and the two of you sit there silently for a second until you cough and laugh breathily, breaking the ice by telling him what a shitty photo he chose. (you close the app as you tease him, though he doesn’t miss how you don’t swipe.)
or when he gives you tickets to his game against MSBY, explaining them away like “i had some extra ones” “your brother said he couldn’t make it” “i know you’re busy with school, just wanted to get them off my hands”. but has the dumbest grin on his face when he sees you in the stands. and after EJP wins the match, he heads straight over to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders emphatically and preening about how “you came just to see me ?? you like me or something??”
(“that his girl?” washio asks, nodding to where you and suna stand by the edge of the gym. suna’s face is lit up like a christmas tree, and although you’re rolling your eyes at whatever he’s saying, your smile is no less wider.
komori opens his mouth. closes it. opens it again “i-“. closes it. and then he settles for a shrug. “don’t know, honestly.”)
will bug you at 2am over text with offers of gamepigeon and trips to the nearby 24hr ramen place because he knows you’re awake and whether it’s through text or in person, though you win at 8ball every time, he relishes every second of the time he can get with you.
who stands on the balcony of his apartment with you at 11:58pm, a new year’s eve party in full blast on the other side of the sliding glass doors. his suit jacket is tossed over your shoulders and there’s snow in his hair and yours. you clink your champagne glasses at 11:59 and as the clock reaches midnight you lean up on the tiptoes of your heels and kiss his cheek. “happy new year, rin.” who wraps an arm around your shoulder and tugs you to his side, kissing your temple. “happy new year, scrub.”
who avoids your brother’s knowing gaze when they’re out with their friends and someone asks who’s texting him — his phone having most of his attention that night as you give him your live reaction to the show you’re watching. he replies “no one, it’s nothing” and your brother’s eyes narrow a bit — teasingly, appraisingly, knowingly— and the weight of it hangs between them for the rest of the night, though neither of them breach the subject again.
brother’s best friend suna who goes abroad for the olympics. who visits you before he goes — your apartment a quick stop on the way to the airport. you make him a cup of coffee and talk about everything and nothing, and he can’t tear his eyes off of you. you ask him if you can drive him to the airport but he shrugs and sets his cup down, claiming he doesn’t want to be a bother.
whose hugs are usually so obnoxious — big, bone crushing things where he practically lifts you off your feet, his arms enveloping your entire body — but today he hugs you softly at your front door, his head resting on top of yours for a few moments before he pulls back and smiles down at you, his usual snark returning with a goodbye of “don’t burn the place down while i’m gone”.
who knew that you had long since exited the realm of just being his best friend’s little sister but doesn’t realize what exactly you are to him — what he wants to be to you — until he’s home again and the adrenaline has worn off. your brother drags him into the house for a welcome-back dinner and although he’s over the moon to see your father and mother again, as they are him, his eyes dart around, looking for you.
and when he hears your voice (calling out “who’s at the door?”) and sees you at the top of the staircase, his heart feels like it stops. it only jumpstarts when you’re in his arms suddenly, barreling down the stairs and throwing your own around his neck as you laugh.
and he knows.
— hq boys as soft, flirty moments
♡ suna r., atsumu m., osamu m., oikawa t. -> hq masterlist
♡ missed writing for them (suna) so much
— suna’s palm flattens itself against your lower back, he brushes past the crowd and bends down to lowly speak into your ear. a compliment can barely be heard over the blaring music but a heat spreads through your body nevertheless at the smirk that’s spread itself on suna’s face.
— atsumu is always asking for simple favors. only for his hands to wrap around yours when you hand him the waterbottle, or the remote, or his phone…he can’t help it, really, he just gets a little nervous around you and forgets how to flirt.
— osamu has made it a habit to bend down and give you a kiss on your cheek every-time you leave a gathering. he’s very slick with it, the action almost unnoticeable to everyone. well, everyone but atsumu, who shoves his twin and whispers, “make a move already, dumbass.”
— oikawa’s gaze meets yours. the group continues to laugh at a joke he’s made and yet the only reaction he really cares about is yours. you give him a small smile, nodding in his way, to which he returns with a wink and a nod. it’s a small gesture, one you know you shouldn’t read too into, but you can’t help the warmth your heart feels.
⊹˚.⋆ FALLING IN LOVE AT 1ST SIGHT - MY HERO ACADEMIA
includes : katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki
info : this takes place during the license exam ! this idea comes from the lovely @randombabywitch thank u again for the support baby 💓
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You instantly caught Katsuki’s eyes. The way your hair shone in the dawn’s sunlight lured his mind out of his usual competitiveness. At that moment, nothing but your face mattered to him. For one mere instant, someone accomplished the impossible, he felt at peace. Your eyes meeting his warmed his heart like none other on earth. Of course, he never mentioned this to any of his friends but unbeknownst to him they started conspiracing after seeing the slight blush on his cheeks when he looked at you.
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Izuku heard your laugh and found it really cute, which caught his attention. You were mesmerized by his messy green hair and were chuckling while looking at him. "Look how cute this guy is !" you tell your friend, smiling from ear to ear. Izuku was a blushing mess and started sweating, which you found extremely cute. You could not help but feel guilty for making him anxious though.
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Shoto is so bad at lying, his face is not usually expressive but when he saw you, everyone noticed his little smirk. This moment felt like the ones he read about in his childhood books. You looked like a royal, you exuded grace and beauty. If he had to use an adjective to describe the first time he saw you, he would say dreamy. Light surrounded you and complimented your face features. When you smiled at him, he felt his heart drop into his chest, an unknown feeling that he will learn to love.
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fluff ⊹ college au
as much as he hates to admit it to himself, osamu is struggling.
he wants to be strong — someone you could depend on, someone you could run to when life’s wearing you down, someone you could simply feel content and safe with. his thoughts were plagued with the notion that he was anything but that someone to you.
and that’s why he does everything in his ability to bring that radiant smile — the one he finds himself daydreaming about — to the curve of your lips.
while his friends go out to dingy frat houses, singing at the top of their lungs as they celebrate their freedom and youth, osamu picks up the night shift at the diner by his apartment. he started working there his first year, hoping to make some extra money so his mom wouldn’t have to worry about him from miles and miles away. the owner was a sweet man, roughly in his 60s, often humming an incomprehensible tune as he chopped vegetables and meat. truthfully, osamu didn’t mind working extra shifts while his friends went out (they’d call him boring and a workaholic, but he didn’t care). in fact, he was happy to make extra money if it meant that he could take you out to a fancy dinner (a local ramen restaurant), buy you dessert afterward (a quick stop to the convenience store with a smile on his face as he watches the light from the freezer section reflect in your eyes), and surprise you with flowers to end the night (hand-picked from the field a couple miles off campus).
perhaps he should be living like the rest — either catching up on assignments in the library or coming back home stumbling and slurring his words. perhaps he should start saving his money like you always tell him to, but he’s only twenty and feels no reason to.
he’d much rather be here, at the silver counter at the back of the diner kitchen, experimenting with different sauces while the man next to him hums the same usual love song. this time, the aura’s a bit different. the man has a smile on his face, he’s chopping the green onion at a slow beat as if there’s a metronome playing in his head.
“son, ya like cookin’, don’t ya?”
“i do, sir,” osamu continues to add garlic to the simmering sauce in his pan, a sugary sheen glazing over it.
“why not cook at home? bring that special someone ya keep thinkin’ about,” he jerks his elbow towards osamu’s arm.
“i like working here. i like the people, and the food, and the sounds.”
osamu also likes how you visit him every friday when your classes end. without a doubt, rain or shine, you’ll glide into the diner with a soft smile on your lips. he likes how you walk over to the counter and ask him if there’s a ‘samu around. he also likes how you look behind him, checking on the man who’s too busy tapping his wooden spoon against the pot to notice, before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. and in that moment, he lets himself close his eyes, relax a little, melt into it like softened butter.
and when you pull away, you see the sleepiness in his eyes. you always wonder how he goes to class, comes to work, goes to the library to work on assignments, and then rushes back to the diner after he eats so he can work another shift. bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek, you ask if he’s okay. he leans into the warmth of your skin for a second before giving you a quick nod.
“i’m almost done with my shift. wanna go out for somethin’ in a bit?”
“we don’t have to eat out today,” you tell him, tugging on his sleeve like you always do when you insist on staying in.
“not even ice cream? ya said ya wanted to try that shit-lookin' chocolate one.”
“if your shit looks like that i’m a bit concerned for you,” you tell him, twirling his sleeve around your fingers. his teeth peek out from his lips in a dimply smile, one that has you swooning. "no shit-lookin' ice cream today."
"then what do ya wanna do? it's friday night, ya should do something fun." you notice the way he excludes himself from his words.
"how about we just chill at my place tonight? watch a movie or something? i still have those chips you like," you insist. "and my roommates aren't home. stay as long as you want?"
oh, how 'samu loves your place — the comfort of your bed, your sheets that smell like you. he can't help but nod a bit too eagerly, catching your hand in his larger ones.
he gets back to work as quick as he can, not wanting you to leave you waiting, but truthfully, you don't mind. you watch his back flex in his black uniform as he wipes down the counter. osamu can feel your eyes on him, and suddenly he has love songs blooming in his mind, wisps of a sweet melody coursing through his veins.
you're too good for him, he thinks. you don't mind his chaste kisses when he's in a rush, or when he decides to nap on your shoulder between classes.
he throws his boss a quick wave before throwing on his jacket, shoving his arm into the sleeve as he stumbles towards the front of the diner to see you again. you look up at him with something like ardor and solace swimming in your eyes. placing a quick kiss to the top of your head, osamu slips his hand into yours.
"sorry, babe, took me longer than usual to check inventory," he apologizes, squeezing your hand a couple times as the brisk air touches your skin.
"'s all good. i like watching you work. you're all focused in there."
"gotta be or that man's gonna throw me out. how else am i gonna pay for your expensive ass drinks?"
"all that for a matcha with sweet cream cold foam," you squeeze his hand back in appreciation.
"yeah, well, don't wan' anyone else buyin' those for ya."
osamu's cute like this — nose all red from the cold, a wrinkle in his brow at the thought of someone else surprising you with your favorite drink every morning. atsumu thinks his brother has it bad for you ("down so fuckin' bad, dude," he'd say), and honestly, osamu agrees. he never thought he'd be excited to wake up at the crack of dawn to pick up your favorite coffee before your 8 am, or watch you get distracted by online shopping when you should've been doing your assignment. if love is seeing you at the end of each day, kissing your lips even when he's covered in condiments and oil, holding your backpack for you after a long day, then osamu wants it all.
because even when he should be worrying about the quiz he has tomorrow and the fact that he hasn't slept properly in the past four weeks, he starts to hum that familiar love song when you unlock the door to your apartment (it's become familiar to you, too, because that tune escapes his lips whenever you're by his side).
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”♡” shaped freckle
Deku has a heart-shaped freckle on his right cheek, that Bakugo will kiss every time they meet~
new official Bisco Hatori art
2022 really is an Ouran year
i eat stuff like this UP
𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 & 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔: 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒
blurb little au where a third changes everything and katsuki and izuku stayed friends—only because katsuki refuses to have you alone with izuku.
# fem!reader, 1-A shenanigans, fluff and humor, childhood bffs are something else, says 1-A student, NO ROMANCE? BUT YES PINING
the order goes like this: katsuki, izuku, then you.
katsuki leads first—he always does, izuku exclaims happily—while izuku likes to follow after him, happy to be in the middle of his best friends, and you trail after izuku, comfortable with getting to watch the way his hair bounces every step. it reminds you of a bunny, you explained once.
what some notice except for you three, is that katsuki likes to follow after you. it’s instinct sometimes, to have katsuki lingering around you as you interact with people outside of your small group.
mitsuki gushed about how hilarious it was that you three sometimes end up in metaphorical circles with how katsuki trails after you like a lost puppy.
inko wonders if it is normal for her child to have hearts for eyes, gushing over you about the littlest of things.
“this is so dumb!” you exclaim, glaring hard with all your might. “i hate this! izuku was right about you!”
katsuki and izuku watch as you continue to glower at your untied shoes with such fierceness that it almost makes katsuki wonder if you got it from him.
“it’s just a damn shoelace,” katsuki grunts. “you're so dramatic.” he nudges the boy beside him with a sharp elbow. “she got it from you, definitely. your dummy-ness rubbed off on her.”
“ah, sorry, kacchan!” izuku doesn't look sorry; he looks seconds away from bursting into a fit of giggles as you fail over and over again to tie your shoelaces. but his hands keep twitching as if he wants to help.
“oh my fucking god, give that to me.”
katsuki knocks your hands away and twirls the shoelaces around his fingers, eyeing you while giving a demonstration. izuku holds you up by the small of your back when you lose balance, smiling widely.
“fuckin’ watch this, alright? you fold it like this, put them like this, and then insert this one—and just like that.”
it goes like this:
“so cool, kacchan!” izuku squeals. katsuki grunts, because that’s the 27th time izuku has said that today. “are you okay, y/n-chan?”
“thank you, katsuki,” you mutter shyly, a little too quiet because you have an ego. “yes i am, izuku. thank you.”
“whatever, fuck off,” katsuki says, pleased either way because it feels good hearing it from you. “shitty nerds.”
izuku beams, hugging your head.
even now, in UA.
you thought katsuki would be a little ashamed to be friends with someone from the support course, but never has he shown that he was bothered. he just looks at you with the same, sharp blood red eyes, and looks at others with hostility in them.
izuku, of course, is far from ashamed. in fact, he’s delighted that you're in UA with them. his eyes sparkle every time his eyes slide over to you and he sees you in the uniform. he is so cute.
1-A watches as the door slides open and immediately katsuki and izuku are fretting over you; and you, unfazed, as they talk over each other. katsuki thwacks izuku’s head and you coo over izuku and katsuki throws a tantrum when izuku blushes.
“wow, that's the first time i've seen blasty not-hostile around someone,” mina squeals, “and she's a girl! could this be!?”
woah.
“this is the first time i've seen deku-kun act so smoothly around a girl, too,” uraraka adds, smiling eagerly, thirsty for drama.
double woah.
“chill,” jirou says, but she’s also observing the strange sight, “what if she’s, like, the sister of one of them?”
“probably bakugo’s then.”
“yeah. he barely tolerates midoriya.”
“or maybe she's midoriya’s sister and bakugou has a crush on her?”
triple woah.
as if sensing that the class is whispering about them, bakugou and midoriya spin around to meet the eyes of their classmates, one glaring and one shy.
then, midoriya whispers something to your ear, to which you excitedly nod at.
1-A watches in awe as you wave, eyes bright at the sight of hero students. “hello! my name is l/n y/n, it's nice to meet you.” added with a polite bow.
mina makes a noise of awe. “wow, you're so pretty! you're cute!”
you seem to be flustered, but the gentle smile that follows means you know how to handle compliments. probably because you’re best friends with midoriya izuku. “ah… thank you. you’re also pretty…”
kaminari grins to himself, about to open his mouth but unfortunately, bakugou is faster.
“quit it,” bakugo snarls, stepping forward in front of you, “leave her alone, you fucking extras.”
but before any of his classmates can protest, you nudge bakugou with a sly grin. “don’t worry, kacchan, i think you’re also pretty.”
“s— shut the fuck up, stupid! that’s not what i fucking meant!”
midoriya snorts and then laughs loudly; they’ve never heard that from him before. “kacchan! did you just stutter?”
“awh, katsuki,” you coo, pinching his red cheeks and magically didn’t get blown off the face of the earth. midoriya stifles his giggles and you smile softly at the freckled boy’s delighted face.
maybe it’s a love triangle, except both boys are truly, madly, deeply in love with the same girl.
class 1-A sees you the second time when it’s 8 pm and everyone is preparing to go to bed.
the couch across the television is occupied, with a familiar mop of green curls and a shock of pale blond—but there’s also someone in the middle.
“is that l/n-san?” uraraka whispers to her classmates nearby, eyeing the three figures with surprise.
katsuki is on the far corner, resting his cheek on his palm (that would hurt when he wakes up) with his other around your waist, while you’re laying on his chest, your hand resting on midoriya’s head as the boy sleeps soundly on your lap, mouth hanging open and soft snores coming off his mouth.
both the boys are still asleep, but you’re wide awake, smiling contentedly. you meet the curious eyes of 1-A and raise your finger in a shh motion.
(everyone stays silent when you fall asleep a few minutes later as midoriya and bakugou blink awake. bakugou moves to carry you back to your dorm, while midoriya clings to you like a koala bear. they glare at each other. they end up staying on the couch for the entire night, protective limbs wrapped around you.)
“young bakugou and young midoriya… do they not like each other?”
aizawa turns to all might lazily, eyeing the frail man with narrowed eyes. “not like that. they see each other as rivals.”
all might brightens. “ah! in the hero rankings? they’re both fit for number one.”
“mm, maybe more than the rankings.”
both teachers watch as bakugou and midoriya jump around the training area, palms lit up and arms smothered in lightning green. push and pull. feral grins. aizawa takes a glance at another student watching the boys from the sidelines, notebook and pen in hand but too entranced to write anything.
all might follows his gaze. “that’s young l/n, yes? the support course student young bakugou and midoriya always want nearby.” he laughs. “those boys only work together perfectly when it comes to l/n.”
aizawa smiles under his scarf so no one else would catch a glimpse of it. “the three of them together…they’re formidable. but if you take l/n out, you might as well be a dead man to both of them.”
even now, as official pro heroes.
it goes like this: katsuki blasting his way to the top but never too far, izuku always somehow one step ahead of everyone but always somehow waiting for his best friends, and you, pushed forward by two pairs of hands.
the wonder trio. the big three. always together, but out of reach from anyone else.
everyone always wonders if you like one of them more than the other.
a/n. yes it ends there LOOOOOL!11 this fic focuses more on friendship bc i loooove friendship, but if anyones interested i might make fics with a route for each of them as endgame hmmmm
thank u to all the people making haikyuu edits to Anti Hero by taylor swift on tiktok.
y’all are really killing me
AYO WHAT THE HELL JUST DROPPED ?
bro has two cars and he chooses to commute 😭 environmentally conscious king
thinking abt band member sero falling for the daughter of their recently signed major music executive.
matsukawa and hanamaki are equivalent to mordecai and rigby
matsukawa issei is the type of man who always wants you in his lap. it doesn't matter if you're too short, too tall or worried about your weight, mans does not care. he likes having to hug you from behind and tuck his head in the crook of your neck.
matsukawa issei is the type of man who sings off key. he sounds horrible but at the same time, kind of cute actually. oh and he doesn't care where or when it is, hell he'll even sing in public and when you tell him to stop because of everyone looking, he'll sing even louder.
matsukawa issei is the type of man that will subtly push you towards the inside of the sidewalk. sometimes you don't even notice it when he does. he's also the kind that will go to the side where the car's coming and hold you by the back to lead you both to cross the road safely.
matsukawa issei is the type of man who will hug you from behind and sway you from side to side no matter what you're doing. he especially likes doing it when you're dressing up for a date night, looking really pretty, and purposely making you both late for said date.
matsukawa issei is the type of man that will get pouty if you're watching a show together and you watch an episode without him. mans will actually be upset and will not negotiate unless you agree to pay up with kisses. the only way he'll forgive you tbh.
matsukawa issei is the type of man that will come in the bathroom while you're showering and do his routine. he could be shaving and just asks you the most random questions ever (sometimes he does join you but only if he has time to spare before you both go to work wink wink )
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