Like, What Is This?

Like, what is this?

Reblog if you hate picrews with no dark skin options (yes even the ones where the shade of white is even a little darker, and yes ashy tones too bc there SUPER annoying, and the ones with no curly or protective hair like braids)

At least you guys know what I've been up to lately

CERAMIC LIPS — just a little drabble of what it would be like if kirishima was into pottery.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kirishima eijiro x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. gender-neutral, high school au, no quirks au, fluff, not proofread so beware

kirishima eijiro, the quiet boy in your 6th-period ceramics class.

he has loud buddies, though. you recollect on the time you saw a blonde boy with yellow eyes leap onto his back, closely being pursued by a black-haired boy with awful posture and piercings, and the blonde-haired boy with crimson eyes and a frown craved on his face. you already knew his name from all the times your science teacher seated you two together for a project. you guys work together well she would say.

in here, however, kirishima is all straight face and silent since his friends aren’t here to deflect. you know he’s mrs urumi’s favorite, she’s always gloating about his works or peaking over his shoulder.

you didn’t want to select ceramics as an elective for your second semester, but since you waited so long your only options were photography or exploration of ceramics. without delay, you picked ceramics.

kirishima was advanced in ceramics, always modeling extract sculptures or heads with intense care. he always looked so in love with his final productions.

while spinning your grossly saturated clay on your potter’s wheel, you green-eyed him. you weren’t confident if your jealousy was bred by noticing how elegant and diverse his creations came out while you only knew how to make a cock-eyed teacup, or how he cradles the life-size head so gingerly while enhancing details on its gray lips. His crimson eyes possess so much tenderness and warmth in them.

so much love and…

and your feet slowly add more pressure on the foot pedal the more you gawk at him. eventually, it builds a lanky, clay tentacle that was spiraling from the acceleration of the wheel it dangled on. the clay tentacle sprinkles portions of itself onto other tables —causing them to groan in annoyance— and attaches slivers of sludge onto your apron.

your teacher shrieks, yelling at you to stop the wheel, jerking you out of your trance. you lifted your foot from the pedal and watch your limp, mud tentacle slowly swirl to a break.

the girls in the corner giggle at you, though they’re the ones all blemished in scars of clay. you feel the temperature rise in the room when you sense a pair of red eyes flick at you. Maybe photography could’ve fitted you better than this shitshow.

unbeknownst to you, he grins and continues working on his piece. he might look like he’s in love with his work, but this personal piece has his heart beating out of his chest.

Oh my god I’m so sorry yes this was a request 😭 also my apologies for not making sure if you take requests or not!

It's fine bb!! <3 I was accepting requests a few days ago anyways, plus I needed something to push me to write and this was the one! ☺️

At first, I thought spy x family was about Loid marrying Yor bc she was his enemy, and he was hers, and they both needed to take down the other for a mission bc it's like a "keep your friends close and your enemies closer" kinda situation but taken too literally (bc it's anime) and they would try to find opportunities to take each other down but fail because they fell in love or sumn

On your fifth date, you and your date would ride the bus together. It is no surprise that you both have expressed romantic feelings for each other, but no action has been taken. Your closest contact was when he allowed you to wrap your arms around his/hers.

So, you decided you both needed a push. You let your head slowly fall onto his/her shoulder after you considered the notion. S/He, in return, immediately stiffens up as a result. Your heart began thumping with fear as you saw how his/her hands, which sat on his/her lap, clenched around the fabric of his/her pants and you directly regret going through with the idea.

It's awkward— extremely awkward. Initially, s/he doesn't do or say anything, which makes you cringe on the inside.

His/Her arm moves suddenly and at the sensation of rejection, you feel your stomach drop. However, s/he rests his/her arm on the edge of the seat before allowing it to fall into a hollow between the cushioned seat and your back before wrapping his/her arm around your waist.

You allowed yourself to breathe.

His/Her arm tightly encircles you as you scoot closer to his/her chest. Despite the lack of words exchanged during this moment, you could hear his/her heartbeat rap rapidly on his/her ribs as if desperate to escape, and how your own skips one-too-many beats.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI!!, KENMA KOZUME, SHINSO HITOSHI, KAMINARI DENKI, LEVIATHAN, MAMMON, todoroki shoto, takana ryunosuke, miya atsumu, miya osamu, kirishima eijiro, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, suna rintarou, maki zenin, aizawa shouta, nanami kento, kita shinsuke, megumi fushiguro, iwaizumi hajime, kiyoomi sakusa, kuroo tetsurou, nobora kugisaki