SORROW.

SORROW.

“Shed beautiful, crystalline tears, dear.”

AISLE — JJK.

Geto Suguru — “New Year, New Me.”

AISLE — HAIKYUU.

AISLE — Call Of Duty (COD.)

AISLE — Into the Spiderverse (& Others.)

AISLE — MISC.

Blade (Honkai Star Rail) — “Dual-edged Sword.”

THE GENERAL’S DIARY — POST-LUOFU INCIDENT.

“It is with great sadness and pride that I am writing within this journal once more. With the recent news of Tingyuan’s… Situation, the act of the Stellaron Hunter’s departure, and Dan Feng’s reincarnation standing in the midst of my vicinity… I thought I were to be lost to this stalemate, however, they appeared once more.

We were all collected around the statue, to which the High-Cloud Quintet’s previously habited, but… It truly wasn’t the same. Those memories flashed in my mind like the flood, I couldn’t help but to stand still amongst the angry crashing of the tides in the distance. The Trailblazer had come up to me, wanting to speak to me… Such a calm aura, they had. I had only wished that I could speak to them in a more pleasant manner.

Although, that group of travelling passengers on the Astral Express... I’ve gotten the chance to delve more into the opportunity to know March, Dan heng, Mr. Yang, and… That Trailblazer. Who are they, really? Surely, my interest has piqued now. The younger ones pose a certain type of fond towards them, albeit knowing them less than— My guess, eleven months.

Fuxuan surely would have foresaw this meeting prior to this incident, to which she would alert me… I am not sure why I am so concerned about this. Why am I so keen on getting to know that Trailblazer?

Perhaps, only time can tell.”

- 景元 (Jing Yuan)

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an; small little jingyuan diary footage 🙏🙏🤭

LOVE.

“Find a pure connection to the universe, and Love will find you.”

AISLE — JJK.

AISLE — HAIKYUU.

AISLE — Call Of Duty (COD.)

AISLE — Into The Spiderverse (& Others.)

Miguel O’hara — “Wardrobe Malfunction.”

AISLE — MISC.

Gepard Landau (Honkai Star Rail) - “Workaholic.”

God, he wanted you. His eyes, they couldn’t stop drifting off to any space in your vicinity. He wanted you, bad. More than anything in this world that he wished for didn’t come close to his obsession for you, to pine for you. He worshipped you like no other.

If there was an apparent God in this universe, he surely would’ve believed it was you — The way you were on his mind twenty-four-seven, the way he was go down on his knees and kiss every inch of your body, the way you were the center of his entire existence ever since you stepped foot into his life… He would sacrifice his all for you.

Yes, this man craved you like you were some daily dosage to ease his pain. Surely he thought it would’ve gone down by now, throughout the months he had hoped it would’ve settled by now.

But, it came down to just an obsession— A silly, pointless obsession, he thought. But here he was once again, looking up to the sky in hopes one day you would look his direction.

Maybe.

— Suga, YUTA, Asahi, GEPARD, Yuki Sohma, GETO, SOUSUKE SHIMA, Ghost, anyone else you imagine to be <3

WARDROBE MALFUNCTION.

If Miguel had something to be annoyed of, it had to be you.

The ticking of the clock stroke 2:30 PM for their weekly briefing, to which Miguel stood there impatiently waiting for the rest of his crew to show up. Slowly did they trickle in, in groups of twos and threes, but as his eyes scanned the said groups, you were no where in sight… Again.

“Where are they?” He inquired, head slowly turned to Hobie who was situated beside him. Hobie let out a deep exhale, proceeding to stretch his back momentarily before speaking.

“Beats me,” and with that, Miguel let out a scoff.

“Lyla…“ He pressed a hand over his forehead, rubbing at his temples annoyedly. Surely Lyla would be able to hunt you down, the cameras were set up basically everywhere. That was Miguel’s plan of action until loud footsteps became more audible by the second.

You bursted through the doorway, stumbling over your feet as you clambered back up.

“Am I late?” You asked timidly, scratching your nape gently. Hobie tried to stifle a laugh and coughed into his fist, and rotated his reddened face away as he moved along on the wheeled chair.

Peter, who strolled into the room not too long after you appeared, looked at you while letting Mayday play with the tips of his fingers.

“Just in time,” he responded with a smile following after, and a light sarcastic tone to add. With hesitant steps and eyes circled with fatigue, you found yourself plopping at the nearest table on the verge to pass out. Peter took that as a sign to carefully approach you.

A hushed whisper came close to your ear, “everything alright, kiddo?”

You jolted and blinked your eyes rapidly to rid of the blurriness.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m good,” you said tiredly and rested your chin on your elbow, “why do you ask?”

“The ‘I-haven’t-slept-for-days’ look is getting to you. C’mon, don’t pretend we can’t see those ten-pound bags hanging under your eyes! What’s been going on?” Peter asked and looked at you quizzically, head shaking in contemplation whether or not you’ve managed to eat breakfast as well.

“Been trying to figure out a new design for my suit, can you tell it hasn’t been going so grand?” You joked, emphasizing the trial super suit part. Yes, you’ve decided to take on the task of finally putting more importance on the suit that should’ve been well-made and well-kept. If it weren’t for an unfortunate incident where your suit sliced through in a battle, then perhaps you wouldn’t be sitting there about to nod off in fatigue.

Peter placed a comforting hand on your shoulder which Mayday found exciting, and instantly crawled from his back across to your body. The babbling of the small child evoked a small smile from you and you took her into your arms, cooing and toying with her long locks.

“Hey, you could’ve asked me about the suit! You know I have a couple of my own,” he commented, noting the vast array of designs he created. You merely laughed it off, however.

“Peter, you’re like… Bigger than my own stature, don’t you think?” You replied and chuckled in between your words. The man in question was about to let out the most defensive statement, but to your luck — perhaps — Peter was interrupted by a loud cough.

“M-Miguel! So, when’s this meeting going to start?” Peter instantly perked up at the sight of the gigantic man who stood behind him. Small pellets of sweat started to form slightly over his forehead.

Miguel crossed his arms and scowled, grumbling, “the two of you were talking through it, yeah?”

You gave Miguel an apologetic smile before you turned to Mayday, still giggling within your arms. Peter rotated his body to fully face Miguel.

“Sorry about that, see we—“ He stopped and his eyes widened at the sight before him. A soft smile graced Miguel’s face as his attention was fully on you and Mayday, his eyes narrow… But softened. This was a sight that Peter didn’t think he would see, ever. Miguel slightly shook his head and cleared his throat, his expression back to how it was previously.

“We will resume,” he ordered, taking heavy steps back to the front of the room. Peter was left there dumbfounded and to be quite frank — amused. He took Mayday from your arms as she was reaching over towards him and gave you a knowing smile.

“I think I know how to help your little… Suit problem,” he added and placed Mayday back into her carrier. You cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Peter was always so helping towards you so you of course didn’t complain, however, this time something felt off.

You leaned back into your chair, curiously looking at Miguel pointing towards a hologram board with lousy penmanship and scribbles indicating what you assume are location points.

“And that would be?” You asked, head still turned towards the board in boredom. Peter only chuckled, and shifted his weight on his forearms that was placed on the table.

“I can ask ole’ Mig over there,” he spoke quietly, nodding his head in Miguel’s direction. “He’s quite the hands-on and organized guy, he would know what to help you with.”

A sarcastic scoff left your mouth at his words, stating, “you really think he would help me out?”

“One hundred percent.”

You smiled at his honesty and bold comment. Miguel wasn’t the type to just help out on a whim, hell, he isn’t the type to even have a conversation normally. You let out a huff and rolled your eyes, turning your attention once again to Peter.

“Can’t wait to be rejected, I guess,” you muttered, and continued to listen to the rest of the meeting.

Though it wasn’t immediately, Peter came up to you a couple hours later, stating that Miguel agreed to help you out. Well, it just took a couple hours of agonizing pestering from the man to finally make Miguel cave in.

“C’mon! What is a superhero without their suit, eh?” Peter’s voice boomed throughout the empty lab he was situated in, along with Miguel and Lyra, who was chuckling away at his seventh time of convincing.

Miguel let out a sigh, irritation threaded between his eyebrows and his patience on the verge of breaking. “For the last time, no.”

The latter crossed his arms and scowled at the six-foot-nine man. “Fine, fine… Hobie can help them out, ooh perhaps Miles… Maybe Jen,” Peter trailed off, curiosity in his eyes as he peered over to Miguel. Lyra let out a deep exhale, obviously tired of seeing her partner in crime in denial.

“Just do it,” Lyra groaned, rolling her eyes widely, “You’re really a stubborn guy, I think we both know what is really going on with you.”

Peter nodded his head gleefully and seemed proud that he wasn’t the only one noticing his… Strange behaviour towards you.

“What do ya say, tough guy?” He smirked and exchanged glances with Lyra, who also was puffing her chest out in pride.

Silence filled the room as the two awaited for Miguel’s response, and his answer left them internally rejoicing of accomplishment.

“Fine.”

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“— And he happily agreed!” Peter finished his sentence off and you— on the other hand— stood there with a hand on your hip and one eyebrow raised in the air. The both of you were standing in the hallway when Peter stopped you suddenly, him resting his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“Funny story,” you replied sarcastically, still not believing that the Miguel O’Hara happily agreed to assist you.

He slumped his shoulders at your response and scowled. “Hey, I went through that work! Can I get some sort of ‘Hey, thanks Peter! You’re the best!’ or something along those lines.”

You chuckled at his grumbling and clasped your hands behind your back, finally relieved about getting the weight off your back.

“Okay, okay… Thanks Peter! You really are the best!” You beamed, giggling away in delight.

Peter gave you a genuine smile and you notice his smile turned into a smirk as his eyes glanced over your head. He placed a hand on your shoulder and chuckled.

“Well, gotta get going… Mayday needs some grub in her system, adios!” He hinted and turned on his heel, quickly scampering away. You watched as his figure left the area until a low voice startled you.

“Hey.”

You turned around to see Miguel standing closely behind you, piercing eyes looking down at your figure.

“Oh, hi,” you wavered and looked up, the size difference clearly obvious.

He rubbed a hand at his nape and exclaimed, “Peter told me you were in need of help for your suit, what is the issue?”

You nodded. “Well, I’ve been trying to get the mechanics right. Everytime I try to shoot a web out, it ends up being caught in my suit or my lenses end up failing on me.”

Miguel hummed in acknowledgment, shifting his weight to one foot. “I am free in around four hours if you would like… I can assist you fully then,” he added.

A wide smile appeared on your face, and you chirped. “I would love that, thank you.”

He simply nodded his head, eyes flickered between you and the slightly torn suit you had on. It was a nasty gash, one that reached from one side of your back to the other, with tinier ones littered around it.

"Seemed like one hell of a battle," he exclaimed and pointed out the open areas around your body. You reached a hand over to the one on your arm, covering it in embarrassment.

"Duty called," you stated and rubbed your arm. "I didn't think it would be this bad though."

Miguel let out a laugh in response, a low and vibrating chuckle emitted from his chest.

“l also blame Lyla," he said awkwardly and the tips of his ears flushed a light pink. You flashed him another smile and crossed your arms.

"Well, I take that your apology is you helping me with my suit," you teased, finding his tensed-up behaviour quite amusing. Miguel looked at you endearingly.

"I do hope that it'll suffice," he added while gazing down at you. "I think the new suit will fit nicely too."

You stared at Miguel in awe. Not for the fact of him helping you out or him being nice, but because he truly wasn't like what everyone was saying. Sure, he acted in a despicable way, but he had intentions for what he knew was to be right. It was a realistic approach— If he truly wanted to help out, he absolutely would with no hesitation. And here he was, giggling next to you. Miguel seemed to notice you staring and he broke off your little daydream.

"Something on my face... Or?" He inquired.

"Nothing," you said calmly, another smile laced on your face. "Nothing at all."

His sullen eyes raked down your physique, but his expression solid — Stoic, like he had no feelings for you. However, the man kept it buried inside his heart and vowed he would never let his appearance falter… No matter what.

Why? Why does he choose to do this? Why does he want to pursue such agony, deceit. Love, lust, admiration, sorrow… These agonizing emotions brewed within him, like a kettle of boiling water, waiting to bubble up and cry out loud for you to notice.

But, he remains quiet and still. The raging water within him contrasted to his desire to claim you— To love you, wholeheartedly and openly. But, he keeps still. For no how long he wants to shelter you in his protective arms, his caring gaze. He remains still.

For as long as you are safe and not in the lingering eyes of harm, he will keep his word to not dare say a word. He remains still.

— Blade, Sukuna, MEGUMI, Zhongli, Yuta, AKAASHI, SEMI, Aone, GOJO, and whoever you think <3