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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
Makki is crying on the couch and you aren't sure how to respond.
Hands folded over his heart and phone clutched between them, Takahiro squeezes his eyes close as tight as possible and lets the tears just flow. His whole body heaves with silent sobs, ribs expanding and constricting arrhythmicly as anguish contorts him, flushing the skin of his cheeks a dark, splotchy red. Misery overwhelms him from head to toes and he just lets it happen, crying midday and midapartment.
You open your mouth to speak, but only a squeak of a sound comes out.
"Hiro?" You manage to say on your second try.
"Hey!" He scrambles to sit up straight, wiping the wet from his cheeks with his thumb. His voice is snotlined and jagged, even as he tries to sound chipper. "Hey! What's up, baby?"
You slink closer, hands knotted behind your back. "You okay?"
"Me? Pst, yeah. Totally." Makki shrugs and smiles, the wet of his eyes still threatening to roll over. "Just chilling."
You tilt your head and he understands the motion; Hiro pats his lap and you close the gap between you to slide into it, legs over his and hands finding his cheeks. They are still warm and wet with tears, gritty with their salt. His cheeks puffy out as he forces a smile for you.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you try. He shrugs again, face scrunched up in a playful pout, then lets the facade crumble. Shoulders fall as he nods and he lets his bottom lip quiver.
"Just missing my mom." His eyes are red against his strawberry blonde hair.
"Oh, Hiro..."
You aren't really sure what else to say. It's not like there's anything you could say to make it better.
You never knew his mother and you never will- something that Makki has lamented to you before. He insists that she would have loved you, maybe even more than he loves you. She would have loved the apartment, loved the ring Makki bought you, loved the list of babies' names that you two may or may not ever use.
"I got an ad for perfume." Makki says after a long while. There's a lift to his voice, as if he finds whatever he's saying to be silly. "Mom used to wear this awful perfume towards the end. Smelt like a fucking cheap hand soap."
He laughs midsentence, tripping over his words. "And she wore so much of it that when she hugged me, it'd just cling to my clothes for hours. My sisters and I hated it. Oh my god, we tried to come up with excuses not to hug her but she always fucking got us anyway."
When he laughs this time, it's more of a shaking exhale, caught somewhere in between misery, melancholy and amusement.
"I really want one more stupid, stinky hug from her," Makki whispers. "Just one more."
You know it's not the same, but you wrap your arms around him anyway and squeeze, scrambling to hold as much of him as you can.
// SELF INSERT
hehe you guys, here’s the last couple!!! Can u guess who my fav is 😭😭😭(obviously izuku), please don’t get me cancelled u guys, I’m just a girl having some fun 😔😔🎀🎀 also hehe most of these sketches r based on the fic ‘something (just like this)’ by OfMermaids on AO3, which I highly recommend if u like deku x reader!!! It’s SO BEAUTIFUL and I will never stop singing praises ab it cause it made me fall for izuku 10 times more LOLOL (pls read it,,, it’s my fav fic).
But some of these r just me trying to comfort myself after long days hehe :3!! That’s it for now,,, have a good day u guys💖💖💖🎀🎀🎀
did u kno: ur icon is actually you in 20 years
[kny spoiler]
Wait oh my God the last episode of Hashira training arc and Infinity castle arc all takes place in one night.
So technically the day Tanjirou finished his training with Muichiro and Genya is the last time he interacts with them....
Official art of Seijoh 4 in 2025 my heart is so full
Twitter update from Yoshi
HEY GUYS YOU LIKE MY POKÉMON COLLECTION?!
kale going feral
deja vu!seonghwa biased wrecked me so hard i thought he’d joined the bias line
bonus:
If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.