This Is Eman A Biotechnologist From Gaza. Asking For Help Is Not Easy. It's Not Easy At All. You Have

This is Eman a Biotechnologist from Gaza. Asking for help is not easy. It's not easy at all. You have no idea how mentally and emotionally tiring this is. But when thinking that the price is my family's life, getting out of here safely and achieve my doctoral degree dream, it just pushes me more and more to do this until we reach our goal. I'm here as I try to reach out to more people asking for their help to support our family's campaign so we can survive while all you have to do is literally donating even by just the price of your morning coffee or maybe a simple breakfast, So I think I'm not asking for so much. We're really tired of living under these catastrophic conditions for a whole 10 months. Your generosity will not only change our lives but also remind us that even in our darkest hour, we are not alone. https://gofund.me/d597b8e2

I personally don't have the means to do very much but hopefully a few people can pitch in and help out even if just a little bit. I may not have a very large platform to reach a lot of people but I still hope you and your family can gather enough. Stay safe out there ❤️

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Posted May 22, 2024.

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Slam Dunk Oneshot | Mitsui Hisashi x Reader Oneshot | Mitsui Hisashi x You

A storm is coming…

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“F/n-chan!”

“?” You turned to face the voice that called your name by the shoe lockers. It was Mitsui. “Has practice been cancelled for you today too, Mitsui-kun?”

“Coach said it would be too dangerous for us to still be at the gym when the storm gets stronger. So let’s go home together.”

You looked him over, his uniform shirt untucked, duffel bag slung on one shoulder, short hair messy like he had just run with all his might just to catch up to you. You stood on your tiptoes and tried fixing his hair, steadying your other hand on his chest, “You’re only coming with me because you don’t have an umbrella, right? Did you forget it at home again?”

He captured your wrist in one swift motion, “Hey, F/n-chan,” you looked into his eyes, they were crinkled at the corners from his grin, and there was hidden emotion in those dark irises, “It’s rare that I get to go home with my favorite neighbor. I’ll repay this umbrella loan with dinner, okay? We just need to make a quick stop at the konbini.”

His boyish smile was bright amidst the overcast sky. It suddenly occurred to you that he was handsome; like it was something you had forgotten. You pushed the umbrella into his hand, fingers brushing his calloused palm, insisting, “Okay but, the taller one should hold it.”

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Mitsui… He didn’t think this far ahead. He had only meant to hitch a sweet umbrella ride back home with you, walking close together in the pouring rain, his arm around your shoulders. But you had touched him first and his brain short-circuited; in that split-second, he became fixated with the idea of extending the time you had together. He gave his cheek a slap.

In front of you, he’s brazen-faced. But inside, he’s dying.

Under the fluorescent lights of the konbini, he turned his gaze to you as you checked the various bowls and plastic packages stacked neatly on the shelf. You were biting your lower lip, unsure of which instant ramen brand to go with. There was a strange feeling in his chest as he wondered what it was like to be bitten — wait, huh? No, he wasn’t thinking that at all. Not. At. All. Your eyelashes fluttered as you looked up at him innocently, “I want us to eat the same one. Will you pick, Mitsui-kun?”

Mitsui felt dizzy. He can’t take this. (Get a grip, asshole!)

“Yeah, leave it to me.”

He extracted two packets from the orderly pile and gave them to you to hold. “Do you mind if I just get one more thing? I ran out of it at home. Meet you at the cash register in a minute,” and without another word, took off towards the direction of the chilled drinks, his feet taking quick, certain steps. Mitsui knew he needed the cool air to calm himself down somehow.

Ruffling the back of his hair in mild agitation, he stared at the refrigerator for what felt like an eternity. He was just going to purchase a few cans of Pocari, like always, but he needed every second to extinguish that blush that was threatening to take over his entire face.

You peeked from behind him, hair spilling to the side as you tilted your head, “Choosing a sports drink?” He pretended he was fine with you so close. Just why were you so much cuter at this distance? He stretched his arms, trying to reclaim some space, “Seems like it’s going to rain hard until tomorrow. I should be productive at home with my weight training in case practice gets cancelled again.”

You looked at him thoughtfully “I see… I was wrong then. During the walk here, you said your parents have been out all week. So I thought you were going to buy something else…”

Mitsui stilled. Is this really happening right now? The rapid thrum of his heart was echoing loudly in his ears. He felt like he was losing it. “F/n…”

But you, you waved a tube of toothpaste and a soft-bristled nylon toothbrush in his face. It was the special kind that only people who need to take extra care of their teeth would buy. “I thought you needed these essential items.”

He thought his heart might have burst right then and there.

“You’re screwing with me, aren’t you?”

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By the time you both had reached the apartment building, your socks were soaked, and Mitsui’s shoulder, too large to be contained in your tiny umbrella, was dripping wet. You were shivering from the cold, and his arm was still draped around you, trying to keep you warm. Your fingernails were turning blue. Getting off at the floor you both lived on, you gently pulled him down by the collar to whisper in his ear, “I’m sorry about your shoulder. I think we both should have a shower first and change into warmer clothes. I’ll come over when I’m done, promise I’ll be quick.” You patted his cheek before you unlocked the door to your apartment unit, disappearing inside.

Mitsui was thinking of taking a nice cold shower. Yes, that sounded about right.

15 minutes later, you knocked on his door holding a bowl containing THREE soft boiled eggs. “Wha- Why did you cook so many?” Your eyes zeroed in on his shoulder, the same one that was attacked by rainwater mere minutes before, and then swept your gaze back to his face, “I felt sorry that I didn’t have any meat for you. Athletes need their protein, and I didn’t want you to be hungry.”

Mitsui’s surprised expression softened, and he let out a short laugh. A light hand on your lower back, he ushered you inside and onto the floor table, his place filled with the savory scent of the ramen broth.

You had dinner side by side on that short-legged table, the very same one where you two used to do schoolwork on in junior high school. Life was simpler then, but this was nice, too. It was comforting to be back here, a hot bowl of noodles prepared by Mitsui himself, with nothing but the steady pitter-patter of the raindrops outside the glass windows. You listened as he told you all about his teammates and their crazy antics. You haven’t seen him this excited in a long time.

When you had both finished your meals, you leaned on his shoulder. It went stiff, was your head heavy? He breathed out, “Sleepy?”

“No, we… just haven’t done this in a while. Right, Mitsui-kun? Didn’t you miss this too?”

He sighed, he was making up for lost time in every aspect of his life. With that honest confession, he took your hand in his, and on the back of it traced reassuring circles with his thumb. He thought about all those times he showed up at your door to get cleaned up after a beating; it was true, he hadn’t shared a proper meal with you in literal years.

After a moment, he says, “Easy. We’ll see each other more often. Come to my games, and we’ll eat whatever you want after. I’ll keep you company while you prepare for entrance exams. I’ll drop by your classroom during breaks to get some of your bento…”

You shoved him playfully before he could ramble any further, your pretty face pouting, “Come on, now you’re just joking around.” He got up and flashed that smug smile of his, before making his way to the kitchen sink with the empty bowls.

Yawning, you placed your head down on the table in his absence. Your eyelids were heavy, and you felt the tension in your neck from all the nights you spent studying. Hoping to find a pain relief patch in his duffel bag nearby, you zipped it open. It was filled with all sorts of things — his basketball shoes, extra clothes, and… a clean, dry, folding umbrella.

Okayyyy but I'm upset we were ROBBED of a flame Hashira training camp!!! I would have absolutely loved Kyoujurou but y'know... Anyway his dad thoughnanfmmdna I would have loved to see esp because they brought back retired Tengen

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