it's raining outside, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor.
the soft pit-patter of raindrops coupled with his dancing fingertips against the exposed skin of your waist is a song you haven't quite learnt the tune to yet — he lays on his side, hair tousled and damp, dark strands curling over his forehead, sleeves rolled up and tie forgotten somewhere in the doorway.
admittedly, you're in no better shape. your cheeks are cold, skin of your calves wet with rainwater from running across the busy streets with him, armful of whatever ingredients you two picked out for dinner, his suit jacket held above your head and the occasional chorus of laughter when either of you stomp a puddle and splash the other.
it's raining, and higuruma thinks he falls in love with you every single day, like it's born anew.
he falls in love with the girl he wakes up next to, mouth open and cheek smooshed into the pillows. he falls in love with the girl who doesn't know a thing about law, but argues better than him in the heat of the moment. he falls in love with the girl who kicked her boots through puddles of rain, ruining his pants — the girl who made him laugh about something so mundane.
it's raining, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor, oddly paired with his formal white shirt and a pair of pajamas, his dress pants draped over the washer — the dryer broke a few days ago, he forgot — he holds you close as he watches the water droplets race against the glass window.
he loves you.
“do you like the rain?” you ask him, head tucked into his neck, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, the question is lost on him for a moment.
“i like you.”
you don't respond yet, and higuruma opens one of his eyes, only to find you staring at him. “more than you like the rain?” he almost laughs at that, almost, and he pulls you impossibly closer.
“a lot more than i like the rain, i’m sure.”
it's raining outside, and higuruma never really liked when it rained, not at all.
he proposed to you in spring. married you in summer.
but now he hopes it rains tomorrow, he hopes you still want him then, and he hopes you'll splash him with another puddle.
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Israel: "WE WERE ATTACKED!! OUR PPL WERE BRUTALLY MURDERED!! RAPED!! KIDNAPPED!!! BURNED!! WTF"
the world: "where's the evidence? You have no proof. You are lying."
Israel: *provides proof*
The world: "fake" "haha deserved"
israel: *shows evidence of hamas tunnels and the massacre of 7.10*
The world: "zionist propaganda."
Israel: "its a footage of the CCTV of the al shifa hospital where hamas takes in hostages, photos of weapons hidden inside houses, schools, hospitals, churches and mosques. here's footage of hamas killing our and their own ppl and here is them admitting to have tunnels, that they'll do the 7.10 all over again and that they use palestinians as human shields"
The world: "israeli propaganda!"
Hamas, a literal billionaire terrorist group: "eh... Omg israel eats palestinian kids for breakfast and drink their blood on holidays!"
The world: "OMG!!! FREE PALESTINE!! ISRAEL ARE TERRORISTS!!! FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA!!! DECOLONIZATION BY ALL MEANS NECESSARY!!! GAS THE JEWS!!!"
I swear to god yall are the most hypocritical people in the world, having the smoothest brain out here with an IQ lower than my 5 yo house slipper
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Love the thought of Leo just casually being well traveled to absurd degrees. Like one day they’re facing their new Big Bad of the year and like, Draxum or whoever says that the key to their fight is located somewhere in, like, Latvia or some place, but no one knows where to start.
Then Leo’s like “oh I know a place” and when asked how the heck he could know of one it smash cuts to Leo falling through the ceiling of said place due to a portal mishap.
Also love the idea of Leo, being as accidentally (and then later, purposefully) well traveled as he is, sometimes taking his family on outings to different places all over, maybe to some new Yokai spots he found along the way.
In these places, Leo 100% lets his bros get scammed by tourist traps.
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