Thinking About Kenji Coming Home To You After He Lost A Game. He Doesnt Even Want To Come Home; Hes So

thinking about kenji coming home to you after he lost a game. he doesn’t even want to come home; he’s so embarrassed, that he lost infront of you—you, who took a cab personally to see him play, and you, who’s probably waiting for him back at home right now. he doesn’t want to think about what else he could’ve done, because he knows he’ll just blame himself, not his strategy. he should’ve been better. he’s ken sato! he’s supposed to be the greatest living player! he’s ken sato.

what is he if he’s not the greatest living player?

when he does come home, he gets an answer. instead of cringing at his state, you smile and you kiss his cheek. “i prepared an ice bath for you.” you prepared an icebath for him? you chose to go through the work? you wanted to? kenji’s confused. you only pat his cheek and push him gently to the direction of the bath tub. he notices, then, when he walks inside of the bathroom that you decided to go through the work for a reason. candles are lit next to the tub; his favorite scent, too. you know him so well. he doesn’t even notice you’re behind him, but he does once you tap his shoulder and gently pry off his shirt. ken isn’t in the mood, and he tells you that, and you look almost offended.

“i don’t want to fuck, ken.” you say, simply, “i want to help you get into the bathtub. you must be sore. come on, shimmy out of your clothes or something already.” you chide, and kenji cracks up, but he lets you take off his clothes and get him into the bathtub. he could’ve done it himself, he would’ve—but he just wanted to have this moment. you take care of him in ways that no one else can.

“i lost the game.” he whispers. “you did.” you reply, “so what?” you continue, sitting on the closed toilet seat; you didn’t want to leave him alone today, it seems. “so what?” he repeats, astounded. you did have a knack for being concerningly nonchalant, but now kenji feels like he’s overreacting with all his moping. “yeah, so what? you’re still a fantastic baseball player.” you make things seem so simple, and it makes him feel so dumb sometimes. your eyes soften. “what i mean is, you’re still a fantastic base ball player—one bad game, or even twenty in a row— won’t change that. you’re still commendable, and you’re also still my precious baby, ken.” you add the last part teasingly, but that doesn’t change the effect it has on him.

kenji beams. he was right on one thing, you made things so simple, but he didn’t feel dumb anymore. he felt lighter now. so much lighter. infact, he couldn’t wait for his next game. he couldn’t wait to see you in the stands, either. he felt blessed, to have someone who he knew would cheer for him; win or lose.

yes, he supposes he did have his answer. what is ken sato but the greatest living baseball player? easy. he’s your ken sato. he’s yours.

💋 kisses, v <3

I’ve come to the conclusion that Sukuna and Gojo is what happens when a literature arts major courts a physics major using obscure Russian poetry.

you just know the ship is god-tier if it’s hetero and manages to thrive on tumblr.com of all places

haikyuu is incredible man…

you ever think about the fact that some people exist not to become stars but to lead others towards the light? ….

hinata was so moved by the little giant that his life found meaning the moment he came into his life (and the little giant never really ended up becoming a pro volleyball player in the first place despite his drive and talent!)

nekomata sensei’s “all we have to do is to lower the net!” shaped kuroo’s entire existence. it left such an impression on him that kuroo turned it into his goal in life: helping as many people as possible discover volleyball.

kuroo himself never going pro but becoming instead a bridge between people and volleyball (which he loves so dearly he wants to make it everyone’s business).

takeda sensei’s “He Who Would Climb a Ladder Must Begin at the Bottom” (which he says to hinata during his first year) became so meaningful to him that hinata hanged it on the wall of his bedroom in Brazil.

sugawara becoming a teacher and getting emotional when facing hinata (to whom he used to set when kageyama refused to do it) and kageyama (who quite literally took what had been his place up until the moment he came) and their growth.

you might think you will never end up doing anything great. instead, i believe you might not end up doing something grand, but whatever it is that you do in life it will always be great and you simply never know whether that one thing you said once or that one thing you once did will ever become the driving force behind someone else’s dream.

As an autistic monster fucker and a furry (stay with me) I feel confident in saying Laios is not a monster fucker. Laios hyperfixates on monsters like irl people hyperfixate on dinosaurs. Not once have I seen him interested in a monster sexually. He is all about fun facts and recipes.

He is, however, definitely a furry and I'd bet money he's got a fursona and a monstersona.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Lexa deserved to see Clarke tipsy. Lexa deserved to see Clarke laughing, unhindered. Lexa deserved to see Clarke jealous. Lexa deserved to see Clarke act like a dork. Lexa deserved to see Clarke flirt with her when she is desperately trying to keep serious. Lexa deserved to be able to pick Clarke up and swing her around after coming back from a long trip away from Polis. Lexa deserved to see Clarke in an old world dress. Lexa deserved to get inducted into Clarke’s friend group. Lexa deserved the chance to make Abby like her. Lexa deserved to live a happy life with her soulmate. Lexa deserved to have her lover by her side as she handled any challenges that were thrown her way. Lexa deserved to study ancient earth and Skaikru customs and get down on one knee to propose to Clarke. Lexa deserved to spend countless hours designing their bonding tattoos together. Lexa deserved to have a small yet elegant ceremony with everyone who mattered to them gathered to see the two declare their love to each other eternally. Lexa deserved to live. Lexa deserved better.