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blueburntskies · 1 month

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[ 4 years back ] ... shinichiro sano

SUMMARY —

'what if the karma cursed upon shinichiro was real?' — wakasa

stuck in both the past and the present, shinichiro tried to mend ways to save manjiro from his dreadful fate. yet did he know that the fates for people around him might change — his family, his dear black dragons, and you.

'what if your soul had always been trapped in no other timeline but the initial like mine?' — haruchiyo

there was you who haunted by the ghost of shinichiro in every trails of different timeline, aimlessly pacing back and forth from your youth until the day where you met present-day manjiro again, currently lost in his own abbys of self-destruction.

at the click of the trigger, what were the truth spared at the end of your life?

WARNING(S) —

• heavy spoilers for tokyo revengers

• angst (dark topics: deaths, gang members, losing 'sparks', self-harm, suicide attempts.)

• bad english, really (not my native language and i'll flop. a lot.)

ARi'S NOTE —

this indeed looks like some serious shit, because it is (or at least i thought it is). i have been planning on this series since the manga ended but my national exam came first in priority. still trying to pull myself together and yes, i am yet unstable and barely have enough time for this. my progress is real slow so please don't have high expectation on this. i just want to get into my track back slowly. thankies!

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blueburntskies · 10 months

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[a summernight's warmth]

pairing — shinichiro sano × reader

desc — just shin being a hopeless romantic (written from his pov)

ari's note — a blurb from a series i'm procrastinating working on! (live love laugh grammatical errors)

Her hands are definitely something compared to mine; hers are smaller, softer, also squish-able. Here, right now, our fingers are raked to each other (ah, the warmth). She is pulling me through the crowd — posture firm, steps quickened. “Shin! Make a good use of your long legs please,” she pleads as some ‘Sorry!’-s slipped as her head moves left and right, bowing down when she crashed onto people.

“At least my long, slow legs don’t make me stumble onto strangers,” I reply, unbothered hand reaching my lips, enclosing my giggles.

For a jiffy, she glances at me with pouty lips. “Then you owe me triple of takoyaki if we didn’t get it tonight!”

“My pleasure.”

“Watch who are you dealing with, Sano.”

“I know.”

She tugs my hands harshly and pulling hard, almost making me fell to my knees as my body slumps downwards.

We’ve been holding hands since I dropped her off my CB-250T. Twisting my wrist to take a look at my watch, only 4 minutes passed? The takoyaki stall is stood at the dead end of the festival, I think this will last for the next 3 minutes. 3 minutes.

I don’t mind how long this circumstance will last for as long warmth enveloped my hands and creeping up my neck, cheeks red. It is cold and we are wearing plain t-shirt and jeans like it’s summer.

“We are almost there!” her voice jumps with perkiness.

Our strides hastily pound the ground and I can feel she tightens her hold, closing the loosen gap between our palms (so soft, so warm). Tender touches feathering in-between her fixed pulls.

What if I let go of her grasp and run my slender fingers over hers then concealed mine around hers instead? Would she feel buzzes jolted and warmth seeping through her body? Or perhaps she will squeal, “Your hand is cold, Shin.”

Ocean of strangers, floating bubbles of light, crashing waves of noise -- and a girl at the centre. She spins as a delicate smile pulled from her lips with shuttered eyes. She lifts her lids and now is holding both my hands. Lips bloom huge (are you laughing?), eyes blown wide (what excites you this much?)

Inhale, close my eyes, exhale, and open.

The surrounding melts into mush-mash of a painting, blur yet motionless and the ones that stay alive is us. I can’t hear anything besides ringing but I swear I hear her laughs, loud and childish. Do I lull myself to sleep to her voice that now I’m fancying it?

Exhale, inhale. Close my eyes and exhale. Opening my eyes and everything drifts back to reality.

“Can we get two? One octopus and… ah yes! One octopus and one prawn, please. Right, Shin?”

“Haha, sure. I’m okay with anything.”

(16 rejected confessions from everyone yet I still can’t bring myself to confess to you.)

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blueburntskies · 9 months

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[lollipop + wakasa]

pairing — platonic! wakasa imaushi × reader (+ hints of you × shin)

desc — wakasa plays matchmaker. that's it. the thought rents free in my head.

ari's note — a blurb from a series i'm procrastinating working on!

tw — wakasa being wakasa (trolling lol)

Wakasa Imaushi is rarely seen without a lollipop wrapped in his mouth. If others use mouth to strike conversation; Wakasa is a quiet guy and uses his to suck lollipop, but once he pops it out -- oh boy, you wouldn’t be witnessing quietude but stochasticity with him.

Like… right now.

“You and Shin are so stupid,” he states, looking at his saliva-coated lollipop whilst spinning its stick. Dark-coloured, could be cola-flavoured. He licks his lower lip, cleaning the sticky luscious stain.

“What do you mean?” I ask, looking at him.

His eyes are still averted on the lolly then clouts a lengthy strip. “Wait,” Waka puts the lolly in his mouth and sucks it 11 times and pops it out. “Done,” he drops the lolly from the balcony we are standing at.

Abruptly, from the ground below us a guy yells, “EW, WHO THE HELL THREW THIS LOLLIPOP FROM ABOVE??” the crowd’s attention drawn to the guy and suddenly all of them craned their heads towards the balcony where we are standing at.

I hide myself behind the door but then I hear Waka hums and shouts, “Hey, sorry for that, man,” he bows for a while and raises up, “ take a lick; it’s sarsaparilla -- classic.”. Cryptically sincere. Waka isn't completely cynical, but he can be too honest at times.

No boo-ings, no mayhem. Only silence. Whispers of ‘it is the Wakasa Imaushi’-s are soon to be heard. He waves at them and departs the balcony, grabbing my arm, “Let’s go to the rooftop,” I incline and follow him from behind, some steps away missed from his.

“I won’t flee from you, just so y’know.”

“I certainly didn’t say anything about you running away??”

I tap his arm and he shoots me a what else? look, my gaze turns to my grabbed arm. He nods, understanding. He let go of it.

“Why haven’t either you or Shin taken the first move?” Waka asks flatly. He is standing by the fence, facing the starless tide. His earrings jingle when the cold air surfs through the night. “Please don’t tell me you two are ‘just friends’ or ‘friends with benefits’ thingy,” cocking his head to perceive my face, “Aren’t you?”

He swerves his body, walking in my direction before stopping. Waka’s otiose pupils pivot , studying my face as they slothly aiming direct into my soul. My eyes wildly escape anywhere but his eyes. “Focus,” he whispers, not that undertone, his fingers dance on my jaw slowly. Gasping for air and freezing at the spot, I compel myself to look at his long eyelashes -- eyes wildly looking everywhere as long it isn’t his lazy, sleepy eyes. Waka stands ‘tall’ at 160cm (petite, even), but that pondering look has me shrunken beneath him. “And listen, --”

“-- Benkei and I will set you and Shin up ourselves, okay?”

His fingers are ghosting my jaw, raking down through my hair and thumb is trailing the shape of my right ear. Too much, too much. This is all too much. He touches everyone smoothly as if they were frail, speaks as though he is praying in the dark. He is effortlessly a charmer.

Neither the touch nor the tone has a gripping effect on me, he’s done that to me since the first day our friendship started that I’ve suited myself to this act he put on.

Shin

First move

Shin

First move

Waka is too honest at times, and I never wanted him to ever bulge out the lollipop from his paper-thin lips.

“Waka, do you have any extra lollipop?” a question pops out to change the atmosphere around us, and it seems to work when his fingers no longer trailing my skin and i grab the chance to step backwards.

“Sarsaparilla, caramel, and milk. I want caramel.”

“Let me open the wrapper for you," i offer to him with a dumb smile hanging on my lips, teeth gritting and grazing against their surface. I bent down to reach his height with an extended hand.

His eyes widen in surprise but he still hands me the lollipop. It takes me a lil' while but eventually I succeed to unwrap the wrapper, and relieved, i am letting out a huff of satisfication.

"Ah~ open wide," he opens his mouth (lazily) and I put the lolly on his tongue, "and shut up."

Wakasa raises his brows and sucks the lolly, unbothered. Then he hums muffled sound.

I smile, amused.

"I prefer you with your lollipop inside."

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blueburntskies · 6 months

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[blank canvas]

pairing — shinichiro sano × reader

desc — ... (btw, this is written in 1st pov)

ari's note — a blurb from a series i'm procrastinating working on! - part 2 \\ actually this baby has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS and guess i am queen procastinator

tw — okay so the opening may sound suggestive but it is not, being delu(lu)sional, moving on from the uncertainties, hinted situationship, tell me if there's more :)

In my dreams, I let myself to be taken advantages by you. Ambushed by sins yet bliss permeates through our bones as you pour out your agony, blossoming them on my skin. Forehead pressed, heavy breaths fanning against each other. No words were muttered, just eternal quiescence in the space.

When we were kids, you pointed your finger at the satellites in the tide as we laid on the empty street in our small neighbourhood and made-believe that our skies were splattered by stars we could never hope to see.

Months before my 10th birthday, I told you that I truly wanted the stars to grant my wish then you asked me to always stare at the night sky every day since that day. You even promised that you will look out for the sign for me and you kept your words like you always did, until one day you dialed my mom’s number and told her to pass the call to me. “Quick, wish your wish!” you eagerly shouted. I raced outside the road, lifting my chin up to the sky and shut my eyes as I whispered my that wish to myself with crossed fingers. When I opened my eyes back, I saw a light’s motion, slow and steady --- a shooting star! Not long after that, that wish was granted and I had never been happier to put my hopes high on a superstition. You didn't tell me it was merely an airplane passing till we were 13. But I was never upset, I laughed it off and even thanked you for living up with my fantasy.

As we grew up, you made me feel like I belonged among those stars; a constellation up there as your slender fingers glide through my skin, connecting imaginary dots. Your hands are calloused, evidence of your hard work and tough journey you’ve been through; a loving brother, the Weak King of Black Dragons and my confidante. Your hands were soft like the rest of you despite all that hell. I wanted to be the stars of your universe, collapsing into your supernova. You were a paradox that I longed to solve, fit the puzzle pieces together in wrong sequence so I could understand you better than anyone else.

I told the stars I sketched on my ceilings about you. I told them about how we had grown apart and you who slipped away from my grasp like night breeze. They’ve known it better -- how I learn to suit myself living without any trance of your presence.

In my dreams, we belong into the infinite; just the two of us. The future is distant, the present is bleary and the past is vanishing into nothingness.

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