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DEPECHE MODE ENJOYER SPOTTED :D what’re your favorite songs and favorite album(s) from them??? they’re my special interest right now I love them SO MUCH

OH MY GOD HIHIHIIIII YES I LOVE THEM SOSOSO MUCH!!! my fav songs are blue dress, get the balance right, judas, and flexible :))) my fav album is probably songs of faith and devotion but i have violator on vinyl and it has a special place in my heart!!!

hi!! what bands are you into? i am into new wave and post it sometimes. like i was a teen in that time so its cool to see it being kept alive!

omg hi!!! its rlly cool to meet someone who experienced that era as i did not :), im really into all the bands i tagged in that one post asking for mutuals lol, blondie, bauhaus, oingo boingo, sparks, talking heads, wham!, culture club, cyndi lauper, they might be giants, the smiths, the cure, the b-52s, roxy music, adam ant, depeche mode, INXS, duran duran, kate bush, DEVO, etc :) its rlly nice to meet u!!

hi! i don't know if you will read this but today is my birthday and i would like to make a request for a dirty - obscene madara that has blood kink (period blood) .

i hope you are well and have a nice day ❤️ your writing is always beautiful, ily

Dirty Blood Kink Madara Scenario

Madara was also requested to be horny and needy. *rubs my hands together.* Alright! I have my instructions! Hehehe thank you for this ask and the kind words. And happy belated birthday! I hope this short scene satisfies you.

Tags/warnings: 18+ NSFW, Madara x Fem!Reader, period sex including oral and vaginal sex, blood kink, somnophilia. No violence against the SO. 

But come on, as if some blood would turn Madara off. Some people will find the bloody murder sex in this gross. You have been warned! (Mads was horny and didn't notice whatever menstrual product the SO was wearing, okay?) Words: 1540

Madara gazed down at the lush forests of Konoha from his mountaintop perch. The vast expanse of stars blinked like fireflies in the night sky, the sounds of nocturnal animals filled the warm air. His gaze fell on his home in the distance. It was good to be back.

It was a brutal mission spanning several weeks. No, he didn't enjoy the kills he inevitably had to make, but the enemies put up an excellent fight against him. What a battle the cumulation of this mission had been. Madara felt alive, the thrill of battle still thrummed wildly in his veins.

He stepped off the cliff and landed lightly on his feet whilst thinking of who was waiting for him at home. He couldn’t wait to see you. His woman. He needed to fuck.

It was protocol for shinobi to report to the Hokage tower upon returning from missions, but Madara could care less about the rules. He had to see you first if he was to remain civil with whoever he was obliged to deal with next. Besides, who was going to enforce the 'rules' on him? Everyone knew strength ruled in this world. The fool Hashirama wasn't going to pester him for going home to see you first and Tobirama could kiss his ass. If Tobirama took issue (he will), Madara was convinced the younger Senju must just be jealous that the Uchiha was going to have a better night than he. 

With the easy decision made, Madara dashed through the empty streets, the summer breeze in his hair elevating his high spirits. He was alive. His senses prickled with awareness of his surroundings. There was a cat stalking a rodent in the alleyway around the corner. A drunkard stumbled down another. Thousands of nameless shinobi and civilians alike slept blissfully in their own beds. He sensed your presence before he arrived at his destination. Taking a well-practiced route that took him directly to his bedroom, he landed silently on the roof and was through the window instantly in a flurry of smooth motions. 

Madara paused.

He was filthy, covered in the viscera of his foes. He was bloodied himself, with dirt matting his hair and his clothes torn. He was a hot mess and loved every second of it. He thought of you again －your gentle curves, the arch of your spine when you moaned and tried to take him deeper. Your voice as you found release. He longed to fuck you right now, but it felt wrong, sullying, to be in your presence and smearing the filth of others onto your body if he took you now.

His gaze landed on a lump in his massive bed. You were tangled in the sheets and fast asleep, completely unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows. His expression softened, though his cock throbbed from thinking about your body. He thought of you again, of your bright eyes and smile whenever you saw him return home as you ran to greet him at the door. He almost growled out loud, but managed to contain himself. He made quick work of tossing his ruined garments and cleansing himself for you before he joined you in bed.

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Madara nearly laughed as he explored your pliant body. Were you really a kunoichi? You were such a deep sleeper you haven’t even stirred despite how he handled you. He copped a feel of your squishy tits and wrapped his arms around your limp form to snuggle you. He sighed. How he missed this these past weeks.

His cock twitched again when he caught the scent of your hair. It was something lightly floral. He needed more of your body.

Upon feeling your ring around his probing fingers, he hissed. Only a few weeks apart and you were already this tight. He couldn’t wait to get inside you. Madara kept scissoring his fingers into your soft hole, pressing his nose to your neckline and inhaling hungrily. He missed everything about you greatly.

He wanted to be gentle…but now was not the time. Your runny slick provided ample lubrication and though he was large, you would be able to take him. He pulled his digits from your opening, only to be hit by the pungent smell of iron.

What’s this?

Excitement clouded his mind as he realized you were menstruating. The rabid Uchiha lapped up the fluids coating his digits before rational thought could stop him. The taste of blood filled his mouth, almost like he was still in battle. He groaned, fisting his steel cock as he debated whether to plunder his conquest now or to eat it first. Your essence was absolutely delicious.

He needed more of you. He got between your legs and gently eased them apart, then started feasting. Soon, the exquisite mixture of your arousal and blood flowed as he got you wetter and wetter. What could make one feel more alive than this, being surrounded by his woman’s pussy slick and her essence of life? 

He buried his tongue to the hilt up your sheath. He relished the metallic tang and silken slime melting on his tongue as he kept drinking. Your fluids slid down his jaw and crept between the crack of your bum, soaking into the snow white silk of the sheets. A problem for tomorrow.

“Mada?” You jerked awake in alarm before feeling the familiar signature of your love’s powerful chakra. You could barely make out his shape in the darkness, but you knew it was him. You felt his excitement buzzing in the air.

"Shhh." He reassured you that everything was okay and flicked that sinful tongue on your clit before diving back into you to taste and smell your blood surrounding him.

The fog was slow to clear from your mind (some ninja you were). He wasn't expected to be home tonight, the mission ended early? Then again, it was very like Madara to make sure his enemies were thoroughly vanquished so he could rush home to you sooner.

You remembered it was the heaviest day of your period and clenched your thighs around Madara’s spiky head. The naughty, taboo act was embarrassing, but even you couldn't deny his skill. He eased the cramping and discomfort of your monthly. 

Your lover kissed his way up your abdomen to capture your lips and share his delight. "Missed you," he whispered.

You didn't enjoy the taste of blood like he did, but you dreamed of being back in his arms for weeks. You returned his delicate kiss, matching it when it turned feverish. A hard length prodded your rear and you shifted to line up with it.

He buried himself in a single lunge. Your frame tensed, but the shock of the stretch passed quickly and pure euphoria set in. Bracing yourself up on your elbows, you urgently threw your hips back onto his in a sloppy meeting. The two of you moved as one. He gently palmed your face and stroked your cheek, despite the need in his own expression. Faster and faster he threw himself into you and you responded by grinding hard on him with a shudder.

Madara growled and pulled you to your knees with animalistic hunger, the bottom half of his face stained with a runny crimson, stabilizing himself on the headboard with one fist as he kept up his brutalizing pace. He was more beast than man right now. You squealed when he dragged across your sweet spot, making your fluids squelch with every thrust.

Your fingers caressed along his plundering shaft and made their way up your drooling slit to find your nub. You stroked yourself while he pounded you from behind for what felt like an eternity. He finally tensed, grabbing your hips to bury himself fully before shuddering. Your inner thighs that were already soaked in fluid were soiled by the rivulets of hot cum leaking from your tired, overstuffed snatch. The cooling liquids on the sheets were cold against your overheated skin.

His eyes were closed when he filled your core. A low, vibrating moan made its way from his throat, which could be felt against your back. Madara’s hands were everywhere -he petted between your legs and stroked down those limbs and back up to your hips. He licked your earlobes and brought his hands up to wrap around your waist to give you a hard squeeze before fondling your chest and wrapping a paw around your throat. He kissed you passionately, your tongues sparring once more as the sun rose to welcome a new day.

Daylight penetrated through the edges of the curtains to illuminate the room. The aftermath of the night looked like a crime scene. Your naked bodies and faces were covered in palm-width streaks of blood. Hand prints adorned the headboard, the fingerprints clearly discernible between each stain. Thank goodness the headboard was dark leather. It should be washable. The space you were lying on was drenched with dried, dark red pools across the entire bed at crotch level.

You giggled. You love Madara, but he only thinks with his dick once the hormones start running. What were you going to do with your ruined bed sheets and mattress?

I love your blog about madara 😭♥️, you could write about madara being a dad🧑‍🍼 i love imagining him being a dad😭🤰♥️

Thank you for the kind words! I love thinking about Madara as a dad too! He is so husband and dad-shaped. That’s why I waited so long to answer this ask, even though it’s one of my first ones! Because I love this ask and wanted to do it justice. I can only see Madara as a father in an AU where Konoha is actually democratic and fair towards the Uchiha. Since you didn’t specify what stage of life the child is in, I’m gonna write about how Madara might be throughout his child’s life. Warning: fluff ahead!

During pregnancy- Madara is going to be extremely protective and gentle with you. If you ever thought he was overboard before you were pregnant, he’s just extra now when you’re more vulnerable than ever. Even if he knows you’re a capable shinobi (or civilian), he won’t let any risk come to you and wants you to have the most relaxing pregnancy ever. He doesn’t even let you step on a chair to reach the higher cabinets! Sheesh. He’ll rub your swollen feet and take on more chores. When you worry about the possibility of your baby not developing into a model shinobi as expected of an Uchiha child, he scoffs at you. “We will love and raise our child no matter what. Do you think we burn our children just because they aren’t strong ninja?” He hates the idea of children as mere fodder or pawns in war. This is his precious baby for goodness sake!

Madara will often be by your side, to protect you, but also to spend time with you. He wants nothing more than for you to be happy and feel how much he loves you and the baby during these precious months. There is no way Madara will ever let you feel self-conscious about your appearance. To him, you’re more beautiful than ever (not only because he has a breeding kink, people. He actually finds your pregnant body stunning). He builds the baby’s crib and nursery with his own hands during this time.

Newborn- Madara is crazy protective. His baby is so tiny, fragile, and perfect. He’s terrified of hurting the newborn at first, but gets the hang of handling his baby very quickly. Madara is overjoyed from the birth of the Uchiha and proud of you for gifting him the greatest blessing of his life. Too much had gone wrong in his life and having both his child and wife emerge from the birth healthy seems unreal to him. He’s kind of obsessed with staring at his child and soaking in the cute baby sounds they make. He silently vows to do good by the child and protect them no matter what. You may think this traditional man might leave a lot of the child-rearing to the mom, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Madara is very involved with the care of the baby. It’s not like his desire for you to feel happy, loved, and cared for faltered since the birth. Of course he’ll help, especially knowing how tired you can be. He has to admit a newborn’s care requirements are quite demanding, and even more daunting than many missions.

Toddler- At this tender innocent age, when the child is more interactive, but still dependent on their parents, Madara melts with his child. We know Madara loves children, but also that they’re usually terrified of him. For one to not only be unafraid of him, but seek his company and even touch him? It’s enough to make him soft in the head.

Madara is protective (see a theme?) because he knows his young child has no means of defending themselves. It hurts, but he knows the shinobi world is harsh and strength is the only way for anyone to survive. He begins teaching his child basic skills like walking on water, perhaps through games. No techniques to fight yet. He wants to spare his child the harsh training he and his brothers endured from a horribly young age for even a few more years.

His child’s babbling speech is so endearing, but he isn’t the type to baby-talk. You make fun of him for talking like an old man to the child, but it’s what Madara does. Madara lets his child climb all over him, curl up in his lap, and reads to them while they play with his hair. He isn’t even upset when they yank. He just sits there to soak up the childish chattering and laughter. Expect this child to have exceptionally sophisticated speech patterns in the future!

Childhood- It’s time for proper ninja training. Madara will begin the long journey of passing everything he knows about battle onto his progeny. He’s a fair, but firm teacher and he isn’t cruel in his lessons. Battle tactics, basic jutsu, taijutsu, and weapon handling are in the books. His child is still very young and may not understand limits. Children can be harsh to each other and it’s Madara, a clan head who doesn’t enjoy beating up on the weak, who teaches his child compassion and the responsibility the strong have to protect those who depend on them. It’s a loving household they grow up in. Raised by you and Madara, the child grows into a strong, empathetic individual. Madara will feel like a failure if his child develops the Sharingan at any point in their life, even if he knew it was likely to happen.

Teenager- God help Madara and his kid. He raised them to be strong individuals, never expecting it to come back and bite him in the ass. They talk back using the same logic and sharp Uchiha roasts he instilled into them. It’s during these years his teenager pushes his boundaries to see how far they can go and they gain some independence through ninja missions, so Madara can’t keep as close an eye as he wants. He makes sure there are responsible adults watching over his child on missions, even if he can’t be there himself. He always worries about his child when they’re outside of the village, though he knows they are very powerful for their age.

Like other teens, his delinquent child can be dismissive of risk and hot-headed. It’s likely his child runs into a few of Madara’s many enemies at some point who try to leverage them against him. Regardless, Daddy probably showed up to save the day a few times when his child made reckless battle choices or bad decisions to rebel against his rules, decisions that could have costed them their life. Daddy Madara then dragged his child home to talk (and sometimes smack) some sense into them. He may be angry, but Madara was honestly scared stiff about losing his child.

If he has a daughter and she begins showing signs of interest in boys, Madara will seriously consider murder. Forget about the responsibility of protecting those who are weaker. “She will never date anyone,” he concluded, chakra flaring dangerously with distaste at the thought of any dirty boy who dared touch his baby girl.

Adulthood- Madara will remain a steadfast pillar of support and wisdom throughout his child’s life. He will always be the model his child looks up to. Madara is pretty easygoing, and would love nothing more than to spend carefree time together doing anything with you and your adult child. He cherishes every moment, knowing that shinobi can die at any time and it’s almost a miracle that his small family has survived until adulthood.

He will always love and support his baby. It doesn’t matter what painful situations and decisions being a shinobi will force his child into making, Madara will love them unconditionally no matter what, even if they ever end up on different sides of a conflict. That is what being family means.

Answered Asks Masterlist

Thank you for asking! Hope I answered you properly! More to be posted in the coming weeks.

Canadian Madara AU

Madara and Sweets

Is Madara Hot in Canon?

Daddy Madara

Dirty Blood Kink Madara Scenario

Madara and Music HC

Madara Coping Mechanisms

Madara and Boy Interested in His Daughter HC

Hellsing Recommend

Yandere Alucard's 'Clueless' SO

A Night for Hunting Ask 1

A Night for Hunting Ask 2

A Night for Hunting Ask 3

Upcoming

Madara Love Triangle

Madara's Migraine with Aura

Madara Awkwardness in a Relationship

Winning Madara's Heart

Madara's Relationship with His Father/Mother/Siblings

Madara's Praise Kink Wife

Jealous Madara

Kid Madara's Clothes

Madara Getting Rejected

Soft Domestic Madara

Madara introducing SO to clan

Madara seeing Izuna & SO bond

Madara & SO with mental health issues

Madara Cooking

If Madara Can Read People

(Updated Jun 29, 2024)

Canadian Madara AU 🍁

@al-hekima-madara-blog: Can we have AU headcanon Madara as a North american guy? Maybe with japanese ancestry. I just wonder what type of job he would do, his hobbies, food preferences ect ect... Typical American boy😋

Of course I can write this! Thank you for this ask. It was fun! Madara will be Canadian here because that’s hilarious for me to write:

Speaks like a good Canadian boy: says “Eh” and “sorry” a lot even when it’s something minor and he isn’t at fault

Madara lives in Northern Canada away from other people in an igloo. He rides a moose to work

He dresses like a lumberjack (plaid shirt and jeans) and drinks maple syrup shots

Just kidding! You should have realized I was trolling the moment I said Madara apologizes a lot. And moose and igloos don’t exist in the same place. By the way, the English translations I’ve read don’t sound particularly Canadian to me for Madara. If anyone knows of the post highlighting how he sounds Canadian, please let me know! I’d love to read it!

But of course Madara can be Canadian because a Canadian can look and sound like anyone, including someone with Japanese heritage

Madara is exceptionally proud of his Japanese background, especially in a country with a smaller Japanese community than the other East Asian nationalities he is often mistaken for

His home contains a variety of Japanese items, such as katanas displayed on the walls, tatami mats, and byobu (folding screens with panels decorated with paintings and/or calligraphy). He owns several yukatas and kimonos

As much as he loves traditional Japanese food, he likes trying food from other cultures. He is spoiled for choices in his part of the country, but he most strongly prefers cuisines that aren’t too heavy

He is fluent in Japanese, French, and probably Mandarin and enjoys reading classical works in these languages in addition to English. He makes a point to occasionally speak in Japanese to his Japanese peers to maintain his language skills

Madara lives in the city away from the city center in a greatly overpriced mansion. However even in the suburbs, it is more densely populated than he enjoys, but he tolerates it because of its relative proximity to his job. Whenever he has a stretch of days off, he and Izuna often escape to cottage country a few hours’ drive away and engage in their outdoor hobbies. The cold doesn’t bother him

He is a black belt in karate. His other hobbies include rock climbing (especially bouldering since he appreciates the risk), archery, and Japanese calligraphy

He could be involved in the business world, but I can only vaguely hand-wave about ‘business things,’ so I’ll suggest something else I can see Madara doing that I’m familiar with instead

Madara is a thoracic surgeon (half of the ones I see are Japanese okay). He is excellent at his specialty, a perfectionist, and world renown for his surgical skill and medical knowledge. His surgeries are a work of art, but he’s a bit like an assembly line – patients in and out of his operating table. He fits the stereotypes of a surgeon too: Madara isn’t known for his bedside manners after all. He has a slight God complex due to his expertise, but even if he’s brusque, he remains adequately professional to his colleagues to avoid complaints

He actually destroys the image of the average Canadian’s polite speech patterns, which excessively contain “thank you,” “sorry,” and other hedging language. Madara doesn’t waste his time with these pointless words. Everything he says is meaningful, otherwise he wouldn’t bother speaking at all

…Madara doesn’t care about hockey…

Hope you enjoyed this little piece!

How many bagels do you have?

hmm

enough for everyone i think

anon asked: Sasuke! The floor is lava!

A pause. A dark eye glances downward for a few long moments before flickering back up. His expression never changes all the while, but there's a small quirk of his eyebrow that suggests confusion.

" .... No, it's not ... ?"

@innategrief asked: hey sasuke do you wanna hold hands? this is totally not yuji….

Totally not Yuji, huh?

"Hm ... " Dark eyes flickering over them slowly before looking away pointedly. " -- No thanks."

There's a subtle upturn of his lips, a smile struggling to be smothered. Well if he wanted to 'not be Yuji' he would treat him accordingly -- who would blame him?

@taleswritten asked: i saw your face everywhere i went. from Naruto

Sasuke tilted his face towards Naruto's voice a bit belatedly, the sealed blindfold making it impossible to see anything else; even the smallest hint of light. He'd lost track of time following their last battle, could barely even focus on anything inside of the cell he was kept in.

Although really, should he be so surprised that Naruto would visit him yet again? Even like this?

Lips purse, body leaning against the wall behind him; a de-fanged snake. Useless Harmless. It takes several long moments, the silence almost suggesting that he hadn't heard him before he snorts slightly, the corners of his lips quirking just barely.

" ... Yeah? ... Sounds like a nightmare." His voice was a slight croak from disuse; voice void of any humor or droplets of emotion. There's another prolonged silence before he moves his head again, 'looking' away from him. " ... What are you doing here, Naruto?"

I don't want you to see me like this.

@hikiko-yamori asked: “ you're no good at acting , it's obvious what you're after . ”

There's silence as dark eyes flicker over towards the other, brow quirking subtly as he gave him a once scalding once over. Had it been anyone of 'importance' - such as one of the U.A. teachers or even one of his 'classmates' - maybe he would felt a prickle of something he'd call anxiety. Worry, even, if he was to push it.

Not that he ever thought himself to be so poor at his assignment that he would get himself caught, but ---

But from him?

Sasuke's silent for a couple of more moments, before letting his head lean back against the wall he was partially leaned against, arms crossed over his chest. There's the faintest hint of shrug, even, obsidian gaze lingering on Iguchi all the while.

" ... And?" He finally asks, letting the challenge drip from the simple word.

@foxcurse​ asked: " Happy birthday, grumpy. I'm really glad you were born. "

Happy belated birthday, Sasuke! | July 23rd

“Don’t call me grumpy.”

Brows crinkle in a way that almost directly contradicts his protest; but he pauses slightly at the sentence that followed. A sentiment that he wasn’t even sure he himself shared and yet...

A scoff was dredged up from his throat as Sasuke looks away with the faintest upturn of his lips. “-- But thanks, loser.”

@towercursed​ asked: Her eyes flicker up to him, flat and lifeless yet gaining a spark of defensiveness as he walks in. Another Harbinger, here to gawk at her, she supposes. But she's still struck by how young he is - are the Fatui just employing children to do their work for them? Especially by her standards, even if most of her immortal life has been spent encased in amber, he seems so young to harbour this much hated.

Anyway, she supposes there's no point in dwelling on that. She made a deal with the Fatui, there's no way she'll get out of it by wondering what went wrong in their lives. At least not in front of them - she can ponder it all she wants when she's alone ( because privacy doesn't exist when you're in a place like this ) but since he's here, she's guessing there's a reason.

" What is it? " She sighs, dejectedly slotting the bookmark in between her pages so she can place it beside her. If there's a job to be done, she'll have to leave it here anyway. " If you're here to stare, could we at least have a conversation while you do? "

She looked... underwhelming. The girl before him looked as much as a god as he did, and he felt his brows furrow in the slightest bit of both disappointment and confusion. It had taken Sasuke awhile to circle back to this location, to tie up his own missions across the land and round back up his own men before arriving here, but he has been kept informed through messengers. ( Mostly his hawk. ) About the goddess that had been discovered encased in amber; the one who had a connection to Morax.

He wasn’t terribly interested in her backstory or how she came to be -- he was mostly interested in the fact that the Fatui had a goddess in their captivity that wasn’t eroded half out of their mind.

The harbinger is brought out of his thoughts by the tired voice that addressed him, dark eyes watching as she shifted herself in preparation for whatever it is he disturbed her for. He had heard that she had been more than willing to help them with her ability, but... he supposed that was before Childe had showed her the truth.

“--Fine.” Arms crossed over his chest, his eyes still settled on her for another silent moment before walking further into the room; until he standing before her. “If you’re worried about a job to be done, don’t be. I’m not here for your services, I’m here for your information.”

His eyes scanned over her, as though hoping he could find the answers he sought just from studying her. “You’re not an archon -- but you are still immortal. And you are close with them.” All information she knew, obviously, but eyes narrowed further as he finally ventured where he wanted to go.

“--- I need to know what needs to be done in order to kill one.”

@foxcurse​ asked: " If only you would let go of that hate for just a little while... maybe things between us could change; maybe we could be like we used to. "

“And this is exactly what pisses me off about you the most.”

There couldn’t of been a string of words stitched together that would piss the Uchiha off more; dark eyes narrowing as teeth seemed to bare in his anger, focusing all of his ire onto his former best friend. Let it go? Let it go --- like he was the problem, like Sasuke’s anger and pain and hatred wasn’t all justified. Why was it that he was the only one who could see that everyone around him was guilty??

Despite the white hot anger searing his chest, Sasuke straightens his back slightly; scoffing the faintest, sharpest mockery of a chuckle. “You believe that -- you really believe that, don’t you?” He asks, voice still calm; barely hiding the anger underneath the surface. “You think things will be okay if I just follow you back to that place and pretend everything is okay. That all I need to do is let it go...”

Fingers twitch slightly, resisting the urge to bury nails into his own palms. “ --- How can you not fucking get it? I refuse to go back to that place and act as though everything is okay. That Konoha wasn’t the ones who lead my clan to it’s demise. You can afford to forgive them for the way they forsake you -- but there’s nothing left for me there.”

Not even you.

@heartsaked​ asked: [ GAZE ] : sender stares longingly at receiver when they think they aren’t looking. / todo for sasuke !

Class was boring, but really what else was new?

This felt like stuff that he’s already knew about one way or another; things that Sasuke didn’t feel like he needed a drawn out class with a sensei that carried a monotone voice to reinforce. His chin rested heavily in the palm of his hand, eyes glancing towards the window, trying to find another to latch onto. It was too nice of a day to be cooped up indoors; he could be using this time to train or spar or simply take a walk or anything else. Irritation settled in his bones, along with a restlessness -- how much longer was this supposed to be.

Black eyes flickered back to the room, scanning the wall for the nearest clock, passing over several of his classmates before--- wait. While he had seen the multicolored heads of several of his peers, he had also scanned something else -- mismatched eyes looking his way. He backtracked and sure enough --- Todoroki. There’s a small flicker over his expression; eyes widening just barely at their eyes met again before he noted him breaking the contact first and looking away.

There’s something that swirls in Sasuke’s chest at catching the other staring at him; noting that the look in his eyes wasn’t one of someone dazing out or staring at someone while they were zoning out-- he was aware he was looking at Sasuke. Looking at him cause he wanted to.

Being desired wasn’t anything new for Sasuke, he lost count of how many times people have offered their unsolicited opinions on how ‘handsome’ and ‘pretty’ he was, even if he didn’t see what was so great about his appearance to catch those around him anyway. It was much the same for the multi-color haired boy he knew, he overheard the gossip among their peers.

... But was Todoroki looking at him for those reasons?

Or where they something else?

Lips curled into the tiniest of smiles, resisting the urge to snort in his amusement as he turned his eyes back forward once more; focusing again on Aizawa and whatever useless lesson he was trying to teach.

... Interesting how he wasn’t as bothered by the possibility as he would of been had it been someone else he caught staring like that.

At first, I didn’t read this I just saw their faces and it made me laugh. Then I read it and it hasn’t fully clicked but I feel like this is from the movies I just don’t understand. But then again, I’ve only watch the movie like once too.

Oh, NOW he cares about looks now that he's no longer has the title Tumblr's sexy 'mon XD