Doramitsu for # 3月28日は三ツ谷隆の日

It's a good day. The sun peeked out shyly behind the clouds, letting people enjoy the outdoors without much worry of getting sunburn. The breeze was in the right amount of cold and warm, that one would definitely appreciate the weather. And that was what Mitsuya did. He usually didn't favor walking home from school, in the mid day. He would prefer to spend his time in the Home-Ecs club room even if there wasn't any activity, to let the afternoon welcome him, providing him with a much more enjoyable atmosphere.

"Bisa enggak kita kayak gini sebentar aja?"
Draken menoleh, mencoba untuk menangkap sumber suara yang lembut, nyaris tak terdengar di antara tumpukan bantal dan selimut. Hanya puncak kepala berwarna lembayung-hitam yang nampak, wajah tersembunyi di belakang punggung Draken.

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"Tumben," komentarnya ringan, tanpa beranjak. Draken merasakan lengan melingkari perutnya, hingga kemudian cubitan kecil mendarat di sana. Alih-alih kaget, ia justru tertawa.
"Aku nggak komplain, cuman penasaran," ujarnya, menangkup tangan yang bersangkutan. "Aku juga pengen

tokrev band au
the fabulous killjoys hcs (bcs I can't stop thinking about them)
might contain 🐉🍯 and 🐯✂️ (knowing me, I'll probably go off the track, so be warned) friendly reminder, that angry formed a band w/ mitsuya (vocalist), kazutora (guitarist), akkun (bassist), & himself as the drummer.
the fabulous killjoys is the name I've given them for my doramitsu fic ()
timelines unspecified, this is completely random.archiveofourown.org/works/51839653

OKAY. Suddenly I have brainrots about het!doramitsu 🐉♀️🍯 draken x fem!mitsuya Mitsuya didn't get her period on a regular schedule. It's totally unpredictable. Sometimes, it came at the most inconvenient time. It could be bearable that it almost didn't feel like she's on her period, but sometimes it could be so painful, she couldn't go without painkillers.

"Where is Kenta?"
Mitsuya pretended he didn't hear anything, as he continued to sketch. He pretended he didn't see Draken roaming around his home-office like a distraction that he was. He definitely didn't see Draken pspsps-ed every corner of the room, as if he could summon

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Kenta by doing that. Draken didn't seem unbothered by the lack of response from his spouse. If anything, he was more adamant to search in the every inch he could reach as if Kenta was not a 10 pounds of normal ball of fur and cuteness, but a witch's familiar that could disguise

"If you love me, I want you to be loud. I want to hear you shout it, yell it, scream it. I want the world to know, that I get to be loved by you. I want the world to know, that it's me that you give your love to. If you love me, I want you to be loud, so everyone would know."

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"Be loud when you give me attention, be loud when you shower me with affection, be loud when I'm near you, even louder when we're far apart. Be loud, tell me that you love me, in every word you speak to me. Be loud, tell me you love me, in every action that you do towards me."

"Marry me."
Mitsuya slapped the ring box off Draken's hand.
"Let me do it for once," he grumbled.
But Draken only laughed when he picked up the said object off the floor.
"I told you, Taka, no one's gonna beat me in proposing to you. One of these days, I'll make you say, 'yes.'"

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It started off as stupid bet. Of course it did. They were betting on who could propose better. The one who could catch the other off guard would win. Despite having a contest that literally had no losing game, Draken and Mitsuya seemed determined enough to win. Of course, if

"Is this a date?"
Mitsuya wished his brain worked faster than his mouth, but really, no one should blame him when he was high on medicine. He expected Draken to laugh and play it off as something along, "I know you're delirious, but have some senses."

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He definitely didn't expect Draken to duck his head, entwining their hands, as he mumbled, almost unheard, "I would take you to a much better place for our date, Mitsuya. When you get better."
Mitsuya grinned without meaning to. He stared at the sunflowers in the vase by his

"Mom, meet my boyfriend."
Mitsuya shook his head. Nah, that sounded too straightforward, maybe he should start with something delicate. He knew his mother wasn't gonna win the Mother of The Year but she didn't deserve to have a heart attack over finding out that his son was gay,

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and more shockingly, having a boyfriend already.
"Mom, I know, it's so sudden, but I want to tell you something," Mitsuya paused. "I'm gay." He hesitantly added. "Meet my boyfriend."
He ruffled his hair in frustration. That was even more embarrassing! Shouldn't he start with more

"Why did you have to be so nice to me?"
Draken didn't mean to say those words aloud, but among the pain, he might just lose the ability to filter his mouth. Mitsuya merely chuckled, as he dabbed the cotton with alcohol over his temple.
Gritting his teeth, Draken tried to not act

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like a wimp, by accidentally screaming or worse, crying.
It stung, but it would get better, he told himself.
"I don't have bandages, but I have band-aids," Mitsuya pulled a box from his emergency kit. He looked at the label, and slightly blushed when he noticed what was on them.

Thinking about this song in ch-117 timeline, in which Mitsuya openly loved Draken and Draken was aware of his feelings but couldn't (wouldn't?) let himself loving Mitsuya back.
open.spotify.com/track/4OKjD1bh…
The song perfectly encapsulated Draken's inner thoughts about how he selfishly used Mitsuya's feelings for his benefit. How he would indulge Mitsuya, but with a giant neon-sign of "but I can't love you the way you deserve to be loved" because Draken knew he was doomed.

Kids #Doramitsu

"Mitsuya—"
Mitsuya didn't turn his head, waiting for Ryuuguuji to speak some more, but nada. So he hummed an almost quiet "yes?"
Ryuuguuji didn't continue talking like he initially thought.
"What is it?" He finally prompted.
To Mitsuya, Ryuuguuji seemed to be pretty straightforward, the kind of person who always said what is going on in his mind and never afraid to be loud-spoken about it. Mitsuya hadn't known him long, but he was familiar with his bluntness.
"Your hair—"
Those words caught Mitsuya's attention, he looked up and

#doramitsu ft. #bajifuyu

"Alright, I can do this!"
Chifuyu puffed his cheeks as he tried to pour the melted chocolate into the mold. He had been doing these several times, but it seemed that results were never up to what he wanted. Of course, Mitsuya had told him, that it's okay for his chocolate to be a bit imperfect, but per Chifuyu's determined words: "No, Mitsuya-kun, it had to be perfect! It's for Baji-san!" and who was Mitsuya to deny the blond-haired junior when he was so eager to create such a stellar Valentine's Day chocolate?

"I will need a moment," Mitsuya said, rising from his seating, eyes wandering for his sandals. The little girl that had been playing around him, got the items buried in the sands, apparently using them for a gate of her sand castle.
"Are you gonna—" the woman next to him started, but hesitated to finish. Mitsuya didn't need her to, when he understood perfectly what she was gonna say.
"Yes," he simply said, reaching for his sling bag. "I won't be long."
The woman stared at Mitsuya, as if she was calculating the best way to confront him. Mitsuya knew the

#doramitsu

This time, it's a hair clip.
Mitsuya didn't know how this thing could end up between the pages of his novel. Lately things have been found in his book.
Weird, strange things.
Yesterday, it was a faded ATM receipt.
A week ago, it was a a piece of tissue. Sometimes ago, it was a pen cap.
And many various things, that should have never ended up between the pages of stories he was reading for bed. He wondered, if amidst his sleepiness, he would consciously grab anything near him to mark the book he was reading. Mitsuya disliked

2023 had been such a wild ride, but I'm delighted to finally close this year ✨
here's my annual writing self-evaluation 🩷 List of works you published this year (from oldest to latest):

69 muehehehe 😏

started w/ doramitsu (), ended it w/ doramitsu also ()

I've written 150k in total for this year, for tokrev (68), csm (1), trigun stampede (1). archiveofourown.org/works/44278876
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#doramitsu ft. chifuyu (based on 🧩 event)

Chifuyu could say that he hadn't been staring, but he would be lying.
He could say that his attention had been directed to somewhere else, or in this case, someone else, but that would be a major bullshit.
Because let's be real, here. Chifuyu had seen something like this, okay?
More than once, maybe twice or thrice even. He could say that he was familiar with this, having to be invested in analyzing this kind of thing for as long as he remembered. And Chifuyu would say, that he had gained the skill to conclude

happy anniversary #doramitsu (based on rest in comfort universe) It wasn't the first time, Draken woke up with Mitsuya in his arms. They had been married for two years, being together even longer. To wake up with Mitsuya curling into his chest, snoring softly was no strange to him. Draken had woken up to the same sight for countless times.

#Doramitsu

"I don't think it's gonna stop soon," Mitsuya sighed, as he closed the door, like it was somehow his fault that the rain was pouring out there.
Draken gave him what he hoped to be 'It's alright, I don't mind spending more time with you' grin but when Mitsuya dropped down on the tatami, he returned it with another apologetic smile.
"I shouldn't keep you for too long. Now, you're stuck with us," Mitsuya checked the candle. "Especially with this situation."
Draken waved off his words. "Chill, Mitsuya, I've been here many times but never when

#doramitsu

He found the unexpected gift when he opened his locker.
Mitsuya didn't remember he had left something in his locker before he went home yesterday. He frowned at the pouch sitting quietly in the corner of the metallic box. He put down his shoes to pull the item out. There was a yellow post-it on top of it, read: 'Take me one at the time! :)' and when Mitsuya peeked into its content, there were five piece of fortune cookies.
These were clearly hand-made, and not to mention, were baked by someone's amateur. He could see the cookies weren't in

#doramitsu

It was almost cruel how everyone stared at him like he was just committing some serious crimes.
Of course, Draken had anticipated many things. From genuine surprise, the 'maybe we always know' face, but never ... in betrayal.
Like, somehow what he did was such a despicable thing. Like, somehow he just said something unforgivable. Like, somehow he just did something unamenable.
Maybe Draken trusted them too much, maybe his faith was misplaced.
Maybe he should think about this through, before he went with his guts.