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strawwritesfic · 8 months

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Takeshi Yamamoto x Female!Reader: But Uh-Oh Those Summer Nights [Ch. 6]

Summary: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast / summer lovin’ happened so fast.”

Challenge: “10 Summer Events” by someone on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (Sexual humor; sexual dialogue; summer vacation; comedy; fluff; eccentric grandparents; Grease references; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna & Reader; Reborn & Tsuna; Reborn & Reader; Original Character & Reader)

Pairings: Takeshi Yamamoto/Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire

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Chapter 6: Really Hot Weather

It didn’t take long for the glow of love to fade into something more like your usual personality. Well, not in the presence of a certain boy, at any rate. Tsuna and Takeshi still had to go to summer school, after all, which meant you still had to spend the majority of your days with Hayato instead. And if anyone thought that your dating Takeshi would change Hayato’s view of you, well...

“For the love of–” you said. “Could you put that thing out for two seconds? You’ve been smoking since we got here!”

“What’s it to you?” Hayato asked, taking a lingering drag on the cancer-stick in his hand. He didn’t so much as bother to look at you as he did.

“It’s already hot out here. I don’t want my lungs burning, too.”

“I don’t have to listen to you. The Tenth is my–”

“I know!”

You rubbed your temples. For goodness’ sake, why did Hayato have to be so irritating? It wasn’t as though you actually enjoyed being ticked off at him, but his attitude combined poorly with the heat. In a tone of forced patience you said:

”I know that you only listen to Tsuna. But secondhand smoke isn’t good for other people, and it’s really rude–”

“Gokudera! [Name]!”

You looked around as Tsuna’s voice called out to you from across the school grounds. He and Takeshi had been let out just in time; four on the dot, and right before Hayato gave serious consideration to stuffing his cigarette down your throat to shut up.

Speaking of, Hayato stood up a little straighter as the other two boys approached.

“Were you waiting long?” Tsuna asked worriedly.

“Not at all, Tenth!”

You rolled your eyes. Determined to ignore Hayato’s gushing, you grinned as Takeshi arrived, then grabbed his arm.

Takeshi slid his arm around you. “Nice to see you, too. And how was your day?”

“I’m really beginning to hate summer school,” you said with a pout. “Hayato is so mean to me all day without you there to protect me.”

“Like hell I am, woman!” Hayato said.

You winced. You had thought he would be too busy with Tsuna to hear you. Quick as tack, you changed tactics.

“For that matter, my name isn’t woman!” you shot back. “It’s [Name], and you’d do well to remember it.”

“Like I’d go out of my way to remember the name of any girl that idiot would want to date!”

You opened your mouth to send another scathing insult Hayato’s way, but Takeshi stopped you by stepping in between you and Hayato.

“Hey, now. I think the two you have seen enough of each other for one day.”

“We’ve all seen enough of her for our entire lives,” Hayato muttered.

You scowled and took a step forward, but Takeshi laid one hand on your shoulder and pushed you back, smiling.

“And it’s really hot out,” he continued as if Hayato had not even spoken. “So I think I should take [Name] home and make sure she’s okay…and that she doesn’t bother Gokudera anymore,” he added at the look on Hayato’s face.

“Are you sure, Yamamoto?” Tsuna asked, looking slightly nervous as he looked from one boy’s face to the other.

Takeshi laughed, pulling you closer. You gave Tsuna a small smile yourself. It was quite a struggle not to betray that the heat was so bad you already wanted to shove your own boyfriend about ten feet away from you.

“Sure thing, Tsuna!” Takeshi said. “We’ll come by this evening to finish our homework, okay?”

“If you say so. Bye, Yamamoto. Bye [Name].”

“Bye, Tsuna!” you called as Yamamoto steered you away. “Don’t let Hayato annoy you too much!”

And with that, you pulled on Yamamoto’s hand and ran off down the sidewalk before you could hear Hayato’s retort.

******

“Ugh. It's so hot,” you said.

About thirty minutes after escaping from the nefarious clutches of Hayato, you were around lounging in your grandmother’s living room. Truth be told, it wasn’t much cooler there than it had been outside the school. You had your legs draped over the back of the armchair as you fanned your face with a decorating magazine.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Takeshi said. He sat a few feet away at the kitchen table, a no-longer-sweating water bottle clutched in one hand. “Does it not get this hot where you live?”

“Not this hot. This is ridiculous. We need a way to beat the heat.”

“Well, you could always take more clothes off.”

You sat up, ready to gape at Takeshi for giving you such a strange suggestion. It took you several seconds to realize that your grandmother had walked into the room and the suggestion had come from her.

“Grandma!” you said indignantly.

“What? You’re practically naked anyway,” she said, eyeing the outfit you were wearing, which really was not that impressive as far as public nudity went, seeing as it consisted of your bathing suit top and a pair of shorts.

“I like it,” Takeshi said with a smile.

“Trust me, kid, you’d like her even more with it off,” she said as she pulled a chair out and plunked herself down next to him. “If you’re going to wear that little, [Name], you might as well go whole hog and do it.”

You paled.

Takeshi laughed. “It? What are you talking about?”

“Then again, you’re supposed to do that to warm up, and I guess that wouldn’t really help today.” She looked over at you still splayed across the chair. “Still, might be fun, if you can get this one to understand the basics.”

“No,” you said flatly. It was too hot to get riled up at her, and there would be no harm done anyway since Takeshi seemed to have no idea what she talking about.

Your grandma shrugged. “Maybe some other time, like when you come for Christmas break.”

“Hey, I have an idea!” Takeshi said.

“Really?” your grandmother asked as you said, “What is it?”

Instead of answering, he stood up and walked toward the door. “You’ll see. Be right back!”

******

Takeshi returned fifteen minutes later. He was not out of breath in the slightest, though you could not say the same for yourself after you opened the door to find your boyfriend wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and carrying what looked to be a very overstuffed bag.

“Um…” you tried.

“I’m back!” he said.

He slipped around you into the mildly air conditioned house, but he did not stay there for long. Before your grandmother could even remark upon your good taste in men’s butts, he slid the back door open and stepped outside. You blinked after him, shut the front door, and followed.

When you arrived, he was already busy with his plan. There, sitting in the middle of your yard, was an inflatable kiddie pool, already blown up and being filled with water from the hose.

“Like it?” Takeshi asked.

You nodded.

“See, I thought this might make us a little cooler, and we wouldn’t have to take off all of our clothes like your grandma suggested.”

“Right,” you said.

“Go ahead and put the rest of your swim suit on while I finish this up. I promise it’ll be ready by the time you’re back.”

“Back in a flash!”

You could not rush to your bedroom, close the door, and get your bottoms on fast enough, it seemed. True to his word, the pool was full to the brim with water when you returned to the yard. Takeshi remained exactly where you’d left him, and when he caught sight of you, he grinned.

“Ta-dah!”

“It’s amazing! Great idea, Takeshi!”

“It is,” he agreed. “There’s just one thing missing.”

“What’s that?”

“You!”

Before you could react, before you could defend yourself, he picked you up and threw you gently into the pool. You blinked away the water from the splash and glared up at him.

“Takeshi!” you shouted.

When he continued to laugh instead of apologize, you grabbed his arm and tugged him in after you. Needless to say, you both arrived late to Tsuna’s…late and very wet.

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swimmingwolf59 · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gokudera Hayato/Hibari Kyouya Characters: Gokudera Hayato, Hibari Kyouya, Kusakabe Tetsuya, Sawada Tsunayoshi, Yamamoto Takeshi, Sasagawa Ryouhei Additional Tags: Fluff, Humor, Friendship, Established Relationship, Canon Compliant Series: Part 6 of Like Ghosts Summary:

Hibari and Gokudera’s friends have noticed something different about them lately…

(Gokudera is 15, Hibari is 17 – Byakuran future)

#khr #katekyou hitman reborn #1859 #gokudera hayato #hibari kyouya #hibagoku #fluff #humor #fic #my writing #like ghosts series

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dark-elf-writes · 5 months

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The fact you notice these things is awesome.

But compared to the other, his has a few more fun features that’ll be explored later. His is also a more long term tool he’ll use until the end of the anime (thus more design going into it)

Thanks it’s the neurodivergent horror at the thought of that texture by my ears and the fact they Marioed me by putting black fur right next to Tsuna’s brown hair.

Ah. A mystery mouseketool it is. I shall reserve… most judgements until later.

#the elf talks #khr watch #reborn #I’m still stuck on the fluff tbh it’s making MY ears feel weird

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aqua7sea · 8 months

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I made a more inclusive version of my private chat. I really hope you guys like Adult Reborn. He's one of my favorite ais. I will start making more of KHR ais. The next one I'm doing is Xanxus.

#character ai #fluff #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #reborn #adult reborn #character ai chat

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squalodinoappreciationsquad · 3 months

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So.

It appears that today I am bound to post cringe. In the tradition of "I am cringe but I am free" and "my house my rules", I am offering the below (under cut).

Now the question is: should I write this AU. Because I am really freaking inspired.

Yes, technically we passed Christmas, but this fic COULD be ready for next Christmas lol

(Thingy made on dolldivine.com, I have zero artistic talent. Also, it is a dollmaker, expressions and all tend to be limited so.)

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #kateikyoushi hitman reborn #squalodino #squalo superbi #squaloxdino #squalo/dino #squalo #dinoxsqualo #dino/squalo #dinosqualo #dino #hallmark movie au #khr au #romance and fluff ahead

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chaosisorderao3 · 5 months

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Nana following Futa's rankings to decide what food to make that people will enjoy is actually rather sweet ngl

For all the fucked upedness of this show it's nice to home in on the actually nice stuff sjdjdhdhdh

#red talks #khr watch #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #reborn #I'm outing myself as a fluff writer

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rayshippouuchiha · 1 year

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Hey Miss Ray, for KHR fic recs I got a few.

Mere Anarchy Loosed upon the World by Dissenter. Tsuna is dead. Hayato decides that is Not Acceptable. And proceeds to break space time to fix it. He regrets nothing. Or the one where Hayato is incredibly Extra about everything, and no-one but Dino notices. Roadtrip-style

Vongola Style by Ourliazo It's a collection of crack-ish one shots. The latest one, Reborn made a joke that Fon died, and now he's gotten too deep to back out, so he needs to fake a resurrection. Some of the tags include "Warning: Reborn's Cosplay" "I'll Fluff You To Death" "The World's Greatest Hitman Speed Run" "Warning: Mist Users" and "How to Handfeed Your Hitman"

The Menagerie by Zegaz The one where most of the cast are animals and Tsuna is their long suffering owner/caretaker.

The Decimo's Husband by TheGreatTribbleEmpire Tsuna Does Not Want to be Decimo. Xanxus does. Obviously, the solution here is to get married.

Ramblings of a Tired High School Sky by AliceKumori Fem!Tsuna is a blogger and vlogger who uses the internet to vent about her life. The world at large chooses to believe her a fantasy/fiction writer using modern mediums to tell a story.

Intentionally Courting Your Oblivious Herbivore by LadyHallen Tsuna goes about life with the power of Denial

A Brief Foray by Ourliazo It's a collection of crossovers and AUs, absolutely hilarious, and the end notes are a treat. You got Ice Skater AU, Coffeshop AU, That One Time That Banned Reborn From Making Big Decisions on his Own, etc.

For Science! by Melfice13 You know that in all Byakurans in the multiverse chose World Domination. What if one of them didn't?

Smile by Dandelion_San In which Tsuna stops giving a shit after one too many fights

When You're Fast Asleep by SugaSugar Tsuna's greatest wish is to have a friend. So Giotto decides to set him on fire. aka: the one where the 1st gen are all ghosts haunting their descendants.

I would also recommend just searching through what the authors DearCat, Seito, and Tsume_Yuki have posted, because I have way too many of theirs bookmarked to rec them all, and it would be easier for you to search for what you like.

!!!!!

#RayRambles #KHR #Katekyo Hitman Reborn #Fic Rec

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ravensilversea · 25 days

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Writing Patterns Meme

[Plain text: "Writing Patterns Meme" in big text. /End PT]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thanks for the tag @hopeswriting! I have a nice spread of fics here, across multiple fandoms and from more serious fics to more cracky fics:

1. It was a well-known fact that every dog needs a doghouse, especially if they are a talking dog who can draw pictures in the dirt with a stick. - Snoopy and the Emo-Haired Kid (Peanuts/KHR)

2. Air blasts out of the white box unit above the door as Chrome pushes it open with a hand. - The Art of Butterfly Photography (KHR)

3. Reborn wants to commit Skull’s body to memory. - Renew our vows of love (and forget the sad, dull pain) (KHR)

4. “You don’t remember me…?” Fives’ smile shakes, and he takes a step back. - But I with mournful tread (Star Wars)

5. The largest exhibition hall in the Jedi Temple is almost too small for the sheer number of clone troopers in it now. - Victory Comes Late (Star Wars)

6. Tsuyoshi runs a cloth over the blade of his sword, and Nana pours a bottle of handmade sake over the bodies before dropping a match on them. - Love in the Time of Zombies (KHR)

7. Swirls of steam rise from the mug of tea resting on a tattered crochet coaster. - Let the Rain Kiss You (KHR)

8. “You could go back, you know,” Aloy says in the middle of looting a supply chest. - I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose (HZD/KHR)

9. “Have you tried a Ouija board?” Skull asks, voice almost tinny over the phone. - Use Your Words (Here's a Ouija Board) (KHR)

10. Nie Mingjue has little warning before a sharp whip-crack and flickering purple light fills the alley he’s using as a shortcut to his brother’s rehearsal. - All's Fair in Love and War (The Untamed)

What have we learned?

[Plain text: "What have we learned?" in medium text. /End PT]

Ngl, I kind of expected more dialogue opening lines 😂 I feel like I default to those as a way to just jump right in to a fic, but clearly if I do, it doesn't survive past edits and rewrites. I think the overall pattern is that each opening line kinda sets the scene and overall tone of the fic. Like guess which of these lean more crack and which lean more serious, which are the fluffs and which are the angst, find the hidden smutty fic in there - There's two or three in this list that might throw a curveball or are kind of ambiguous, but for the most part...

(It's Ouija Board, Ouija Board does throw a curveball at the end XD)

It's honestly wild how consistent that is though. Because I write a variety of fics and fandoms, and I know I don't write the same for my more cracky fics as I do my more serious. Huh. I guess you can almost always know what you're getting into from my first lines 😂

I'm no-pressure tagging: @seijuurouxryuu, @immacaria, @masterdisastre and @onceabluemoonwrites, and anyone else who wants to play!

#taggy thing #raven's pen

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excalisi · 10 months

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Title: and all the earth goes quiet at once

Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship/Characters: Hibari Kyouya/Yamamoto Takeshi, Yamamoto Takeshi, Hibari Kyouya

Rating: T

Word count: 3594

Tags: Eldritch, Touching, 8018-typical violence, except it's quite mild here, Fluff, the odds of takeshi being a monsterfucker are astronomically high lol, Possessive Behavior, mild but def there. & mutual

Written for KHR Rare Pair Week 2023, for the prompt "Eldritch". @khrrarepairweek

Summary: Takeshi takes the most reasonable line of action a person can, when he finds out that the man he's been unhingedly attracted to for the past five years is an eldritch being and his untouchable aura of death is not in fact just a personality quirk, but a factor of his status as a creature incomprehensible to the human mind.

He asks him out on a date.

#fanfiction #khrrarepairweek2023 #8018 #katekyo hitman reborn #my fic

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rebornologist · 2 years

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Hi there, can you write something fluffy with bel?

HII GUESS WHAT I'M BACK ... yes >:)

♡ “Either/Or” Belphegor/Reader* fluff₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

*gender neutral, ‘they’ pronouns; 3rd person count: 802 words Warnings? my attempt at fluff, some swear words ehe, maybe a lil far-fetched for Bel and way too domestic bc we all know this guy is just straight up abnormal (lovingly). btw this is TYL Bel. I write only for of-age characters xx

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“Hey.. hey, Bel—”

[name] was rubbing the sleep out of their tired eyes, their quiet voice escaping them in a feeble croak.

“Hmmmmm..?”

“If you had to choose between me or Mink…” they began, fingers stroking down the fluffy body of the mustelid nestled between the two of them. The animal chittered softly in their slumber and rolled over slightly, their fuzzy tail flopping in sleepy satisfaction.

The blonde shifted to face [name], the same ol’ lazy grin plastered on his pale face. The two had spent most of the day napping, draped over each other, as usual. This time with the special guest: visone tempesta. Mink seemed to have taken a liking to [name] in particular lately.

[name] had one of Bel’s shirts on. The striped red and black one, that was well outdated at this point… the thin material was worn down from wear and washing for nearly ten years now. Belphegor’s hands slid across his significant other’s back, gently tugging at the soft fabric as he mused. He tilted his head, long fringe falling out of place and pale lashes sweeping over his cheekbones as he closed his eyes, seemingly deep in thought.

They waited patiently, and [name]’s eyes drifted towards Bel’s slightly pursed lips. The man was really mulling over that question, huh… The thought of kissing him flashes in their mind.

He clicks his tongue and looks right at them, catching them off guard. Their eyes shifted nervously as they realized how silly of a question that may have been. Was he judging them?

“What do you want to hear, älskling*?” He smiles wider, capturing [name]’s gaze, his eyes narrowing like a cat. It was just like him to answer questions with more questions. He leaned closer, nose almost brushing against theirs. The glint of mischief in his eyes.

He was met with silence. [Name]’s turn to think. With each passing second, they felt their cheeks heat up, and their thoughts were going a mile a minute… but they were also thinking nothing at all. They blanked. [name] was unconsciously leaning back to create more distance between them. The closeness was too much. Burning with embarrassment, they squeezed their eyes shut to avoid his piercing gaze.

“I- I uh… I don’t know, I just thought I’d mess with you by asking somethin’ stupi—OH!”

“Ah ah ah,” he tutted, grinning as widely as ever. He had rolled over them, putting his full weight on [name] under him. “You’re not escaping now~” He teased as [name] squirmed in refusal.

“Youuu asked in hopes of me picking you over Mink, right?”

Somehow, the weasel was still sleeping soundly through this. (Some mustelids do sleep like the dead, tbh.)

“UHHHH noOo-!”

“Why would you even try to lie to my face?” He could barely stifle the giggle that escaped him. Just as he grabbed them by the wrists, [name] kicked him off of them, and the two rolled onto their sides, limbs in a tangle.

“Shishishi~ What did you think I’d saaaay, my dear [name],” He pressed, rolling with them atop the plush sheets.

“You’re the-oh! Geez, Belphegor, you’re-HAHAh, the worst!” [name] was doing their best to keep it together as they were fighting for their life here wrestling their professional assassin boyfriend. The playfulness in his voice set their mind at ease, but Bel was relentless.

“Do you see me putting Mink in my shirts?”

“I-I don’t know-AH, maaaybe? I feel like you would-BAH—”

He stops, once again straddling [name].

“Would you pick between Mink and I…?” His smile dropped.

Under his mussed up hair, his gaze met [name]’s, stone faced. They looked up at him. Even after all this time, they would find themselves awestruck by their gorgeous prince, half-hidden eyes and all. [name] spent a full beat in silence, nearly forgetting the question had the handsome man above them not clicked his tongue again to snap them out of it.

“Wellllll… Mink wouldn’t toy with my feelings like th—” they stopped themselves mid thought. Mink would totally mess with people like this, especially [name] because they had a soft spot for him and would cave to his acting all sad and hungry to beg for treats (lmao).

He couldn’t take it, his poker face was gone instantly, and he threw his head back in laughter.

“Kära du*, [name]... only you would be stupid enough to say shit like this,” he pressed their arms up over their head, smiling right above his dear [name]’s face. "Asking such questions..." he mused, gaze unfaltering. What they didn’t see in his eyes was the adoration deep in his catlike stare. He pecked their lips, softly. Much softer than usual. As much as he hated admitting to it, teasing [name] itched his brain warmed his heart.

fin.

*I love HCing that Bel is from a Scandinavian country lmao, in this case these are Swedish terms of endearment bc I personally love using them BUT I think he’d actually speak Icelandic tbh aaaanyway— he said darling & my dear :)

YALL. What he meant when he said that ..they were stupid enough to ask something like that... what he's THINKING... is to never doubt him again, if that's what their silly brain is doing. He's nuts (literally) about his y/n. I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS BUT ITS BC ANON GAVE LITERALLY 0 DETAILS AND I HAD NOTHIGN TO JUMP OFF FROM but I love him I love Belphegor so much so I had to.. Hope ya enjoyed lolol I'm also trying new stuff with formatting so I hope. I hope things aren't wack af. All my love, xoxo Jyun.

#long post #belphegor x reader #belphegor khr #khr #khr x reader #katekyo hitman reborn #hitman reborn #hitman reborn x reader #khr x you #khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr fluff #belphegor fluff #khr fanfic #reborn khr #reader insert #prince the ripper #tyl belphegor

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hopeswriting · 10 months

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EVENT: KHR Rare Pair Week 2023

PROMPT: Day 2 - College AU

TITLE: rainbows-filled papers

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting

RATING: G

PAIRING: Colonnello & Arcobaleno

SUMMARY:

Seven muses for one art student who'll never be as beautiful on his canvas as they are in real life, but Colonnello is happy to try and try again and never succeeds to match reality.

And really, he wouldn't have it any other way.

TAGS: Fluff, Slice of Life, Romantic Friendship

WARNING: None

LINKS: Ao3 & Ff.net

[Plain text:

EVENT: KHR Rare Pair Week 2023

PROMPT: Day 2 - College AU

TITLE: rainbows-filled papers

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting

RATING: G

PAIRING: Colonnello & Arcobaleno

SUMMARY:

Seven muses for one art student who'll never be as beautiful on his canvas as they are in real life, but Colonnello is happy to try and try again and never succeeds to match reality.

And really, he wouldn't have it any other way.

TAGS: Fluff, Slice of Life, Romantic Friendship

WARNING: None

LINKS: Ao3 & Ff.net /End PT]

Skull's all bright purple spread all over his hair and masterfully applied on his face. He's noticeable wherever he goes and draws the eye whatever he does. He draws the eye even when he doesn't do anything, and is unmistakably there even in the most bleak and ordinary clothes and colors.

Skull's bright by nature, it's how he is, who he is. Born to shine as he likes to say, born a star, and Colonnello can't do anything else but agree with a roll of his eyes, smiling. His presence changes the energy of every room he walks in, all the attention shifting on him everywhere he walks in, and he calls the shots from then onwards. Anyone and everyone he's around can't look away from him, maybe not always in a good way, but he moves like he owns the world, voices his words like they're the words of gods, and it's an enthralling sight to witness.

He's there and you know without a doubt he is, and when he isn't, he still stays at the back of your mind and you wonder when he'll be back.

Skull is loud, electric warmth that pours and pours out of him, always, and Colonnello will never understand how anyone could not want to be swept away by it.

Skull shines the brightest right after he scores a goal. He catches Colonnello's eye in the audience, and only then he breaks into a bright and wide grin—and what an incredibly heady feeling, to know the sun shines only if he's there to witness it. His grin lights up his face and his eyes sparkle, his joy infectious, spreading so tangibly to the others congratulating him, Colonnello tastes it in the air, can almost touch it.

Colonnello always finishes drawing Skull with yellow. Electric golden streaks in his hair and spread on his lips, with specks of it in his brown eyes.

Skull shows up one day half Skull and half sun, just the way Colonnello draws him but so much better, and Colonnello's hard-pressed to breathe. He tries to get it as breathtaking on paper as it is in real life, and it's a relief every time he falls short of it.

Some things are simply that much more precious when able to keep existing only in the safety of your memories.

Reborn's all black suits and colorful every other piece of clothing he owns, sharp edges and sharp smirks, and the softest eyes whenever he looks at them.

Colonnello feels lucky every time to be among the few who know just how soft Reborn's eyes can get.

Reborn walks as one with the world, blending in every nook and cranny like they were made for him, like he tailored them himself to fit him. It'd be easy to forget he's there, bidding his time, if you didn't always remember vividly the last time he struck.

Reborn walks into the auditorium covered in glitter, even in his hair, and if nothing else, Colonnello has to admire his dedication to the bit.

"Oh my God," he breathes out.

Reborn shines silver and a little green, refracting the shitty light of the auditorium into their eyes, blinding them. There's dumbstruck silence as he walks to the teacher, glitter falling from underneath his cape from God knows where.

It leaves a trail behind him, Reborn's own personal red carpet.

"Oh my God," Colonnello says again.

He dies a little inside and breathes in a way he never did before at the same time, adrenaline heightening his senses the way only Reborn can make him feel. He wants to burst out laughing, but he's as speechless and breathless as everyone else is. He isn't sure if what he sees is even real, but he can't look away.

"Don't you have class?" the teacher asks. Reborn perches himself on top of the desk like he belongs there and sips his coffee. The teacher pinches the bridge of her nose. "Reborn, what even—"

"It's for science."

"Sure it is."

"Of course. Would I lie?" he lies shamelessly. He crosses his legs at the knees, sways his leg back and forth, and it somehow throws glitter everywhere. He jumps down and rounds the desk. "Anyway, miss—"

He stumbles, pushing the teacher back, and the stack of papers in front of her scatters on the table. Reborn catches himself on it, spilling his drink all over said papers along with a healthy dose of glitter.

The room breaks into an uproar, into delighted laughs and cheers.

Reborn might as well bow, his deed done, radiating such smugness even with how apologetic he looks, and who knows in which state he left the school's printers before coming here.

Colonnello laughs as hard as everyone else, if not harder. He blows Reborn a well-deserved kiss, truly his savior because he doesn't want to know how badly he'd have failed that test.

The other students give him looks he ignores, as if his guess would be any better than theirs. Reborn isn't someone you can guess, maybe expect at best, but even then he surprises you all the same. He simply happens,on a whim and unapologetic. He galvanizes the hearts as soon as he appears and no matter how long he appears, and it always echoes in the hallways from student to student and teacher to teacher no matter how fast he disappears.

Reborn makes a run for it—always makes a run for it, but somehow hasn't gotten expelled yet. He locks eyes with him, and Colonnello scrambles to pack his stuff and make a run for it too.

Somehow—somehow even his sketchbook safely packed in his bag ends up covered in glitter too, and that won't be forgiven.

He draws Reborn on all the ruined pages, in all his glory in between the glitter, sharp edges and sharp smirks enhanced with charcoal. He reflects the light of his cigarette in his eyes to bring out their dark—dark, dark—brown color, softening even more the softest eyes Colonnello's ever seen.

Reborn scowls and clicks his tongue when he shoves the drawings in his face, and if they both know he'll treasure them like any of the others before, it's between them only.

Fon cranes his neck up to peek at him in the safety of his tree. Colonnello gives him his best smile, but it's not good enough yet as between one blink and another, Fon stands on the same branch as him.

The branch doesn't shift whatsoever, as if it doesn't bear the weight of two grown men on it.

"Show off," Colonnello teases, still impressed no matter how many times he sees it.

Fon smiles down at him, saying back something Colonnello doesn't hear through the music from his headphones, but he guesses and smiles back. He slides his headphones down around his neck but lets the music on, though lowers it, and he's careful not to shift as Fon sits sideways next to him, his legs dangling in the air.

"Lunch?" he asks.

"Not hungry," Colonnello says.

Fon presses his finger against his stomach before pretending to focus. "Yes, you are. And you can't draw at your best with an empty stomach, Yin Chi, can you?"

Colonnello can't help but chuckle, swatting his hand away. "You can't possibly know that like that, I know you can't."

"I'm a man of many mysterious skills."

Fon holds out his hand to him, and Colonnello holds onto his sketchbook a beat longer for show. He gives it up, and Fon puts it down on top of the branch beside them, next to Colonnello's bag.

"Careful," Colonnello warns through habit alone.

"I know," Fon says easily, smiling.

When he offers him food from his biàndāng, Colonnello huffs on principle, but still opens his mouth. It's spicy, and he scrunches up his face as the flavor bursts and burns in his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes.

He holds Fon's daring and mischievous gaze through them anyway before making himself swallow the food. "Did you forget to flavor it or something?"

Fon laughs before handing him a bottle of water.

Colonnello relaxes against the tree, obediently opening his mouth whenever Fon holds non-spicy food for him. He dangles his leg at the rhythm of his music, just enough not to knock against Fon's. His music fills in their comfortable silence and he hums to it, singing the lyrics now and then under Fon's amused and fond gaze.

"Yin Chi," he teases, but the words roll softly on his tongue, washing over Colonnello like the caress of a feather, making him grin.

Fon shows him the way it should be done, singing him what sounds like a lullaby, but Colonnello doesn't recognize this one. He keeps his voice low, a clear one but with rough undertones to it. It's lost to the wind and to the students' chatter below, as well as drowned out by Colonnello's music, but Colonnello still has only ears for it.

They stay wrapped in their comfortable silence as they eat, letting the wind and the ambient noises underneath them fill it for them. They share glances and smiles, but even when Fon looks away, Colonnello doesn't take his eyes away from him.

The wind blows and the leaves flutter, their shadows dancing on Fon's skin. The wind softly sways his fringe and his braid, hair strands like silk calling his fingers to thread through them. Sunlight streams through the branches, spots of warm light on his black hair and his pale skin.

Colonnello takes in the lines of his smile on his cheeks and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Fon's face is all sharp traits, sharper than his nephew's, but only warmth pours from every one of his expressions, softening them, and so few would agree with him.

Colonnello can't remember what the view looked like before Fon came along, and can't imagine it'll still keep existing once he'll leave.

Fon walks in the world and it shifts and moves, making it so he was always there. He's never out of place wherever he stands or whoever he stands with, has always the right word or smile or look, making you never feel out of place with him either. It's not always gentle but it's always done gently, and he takes you along on his path at his pace before you even realize it.

Colonnello's fingers itch to draw him whenever he looks at him, his surroundings always worthy to be drawn when Fon stands in the middle of them, and it's as if they were made just for him. Colonnello pouts whenever he does draw him because ink is not his forte, but it flows and looks alive and moving, and nothing else would suit Fon better.

Fon leans against his chest once they're done eating, sighing and slumping against him. Colonnello loosely wraps his arms around him, resting his chin on top of his head.

"I need to go study while I still can," Fon says with great reluctance, and Colonnello huffs a laugh.

"So you can fail harder?"

"You know it."

They snicker, and it seems to be all Fon needs. He pulls away before looking him straight in the eye as he lets himself fall backward, flipping in mid-air before smoothly landing on his feet.

"Show off!" Colonnello blurts out, almost shouting, his voice spilling out of him, followed by his amazed laughter.

Fon grins. "You like it."

"We just ate."

"I'm Batman."

Colonnello bursts out laughing.

Colonnello's snatched to the side on his way to his class before he's slammed against a wall in an empty classroom.

Well, he notices the empty classroom after. He first notices Lal's pretty brown eyes looking up at him, a mischievous smirk at the corner of her lips, and maybe he should be concerned about how she thoroughly fucked over his flight or fight response.

"Hello there, beautiful."

He smiles back at her. "Hi there, handsome."

"We're going to watch that movie we talked about with Reborn. Are you coming?"

"Is that my jacket you're wearing? I don't remember letting you take this one."

"Your parents love having me over."

"In my closet?"

"I was helping with the laundry, shut up."

He laughs at the embarrassed twist of her lips. "We're going right now? Because I have a class right now."

"Yeah, us too, so? It's the last screening we can go to if we want to see it in theaters."

She grins, dragging him out of the classroom without waiting for a response.

They both put on their hoody as they near his classroom, Colonnello keeping his head down. They subtly pick up their pace as they walk past it, and just when he thinks he made it, his teacher's voice calls out behind them.

"Hey, Colonnello! That's you, right? Where do you think you're going?"

"Don't answer," Lal says as they both walk faster.

"And it's Lal next to you, isn't it? Why do you always—"

Lal nudges his side with her elbow. "Race you to outside the building?"

"All right—"

She shoves him back in a blatant act of cheating, taking off running.

"Oh, come on!" he shouts, laughter in his voice, and wastes no time running after her.

"Hey, come back here!" his teacher shouts too, but neither of them pays her any mind.

They run in the halls, dodging the students and bumping against them if need be to not slow down, ignoring their complaints. Lal's fast, has always been, and so when she first reaches the stairs, he didn't reduce the distance between them at all. She jumps over the railing to the flight of stairs below, and keeps going like that as Colonnello leans over the railing.

"Cheater!" he shouts after her.

She laughs, not stopping for a second. "Cry me a river!"

Colonnello jumps over the railing too, but instead of following her all the way down, runs along the halls of the second floor. If he remembers correctly from this morning and it's still there...

Yes, the window's still open!

He opens it wider, hops on the ledge and—well, it is a little high, but for the longest time his dad was hell-bent on sending him to the army, and prepared him physically for it beforehand all his life.

"Coming down!" he warns the students below before jumping, grinning at their shocked screams.

He lands safely, rolling on the floor before standing, just that second faster before Lal bursts out of the building. He gives her a smug and shit-eating grin as she stomps towards him, displeasure written all over her face, sore loser as she's always been.

She glances up at the window he jumped from before looking back at him, crossing her arms on her chest. "Cheater."

"Cry me a river."

It doesn't make her laugh, instead making her glare at him more fiercely, all the humor from before gone from her face.

She could be just messing with him or actually mean it, he'd never be able to tell for sure. He doesn't know anyone else able to go from zero to hundred back to zero so quickly, nor anyone who gives themself so wholly and earnestly to what they feel, however fleeting or mild that feeling might be and whether they're laughing, screaming or crying.

It's always a sight to behold, an unpredictable one too that sweeps you off your feet and leaves you no choice but to adjust yourself to her and follow her lead. It's a sight that lingers in your mind, at times relentless and at times breathtaking, like seeing nature itself breathing life through her, leaving you apprehensive and impatient for the next time it'll happen in equal measure.

Not all would agree, but they're similar in that aspect and it's what he loves most about her, and so he isn't about to start being afraid of it now.

He crosses his arms on his chest too, raising his eyebrow at her.

Lal narrows her eyes dangerously, but from a distance Reborn—because no doubt it's him—honks for entirely too long.

When Colonnello blinks, Lal's grinning again, all happy mischievousness once more. "Race you to the parking?"

"All right, but don't—" Of course, she shoves him back again before taking off running. He laughs. "Lal!"

Lal bursts out laughing, this time at least looking at him above her shoulder, but she doesn't stop running.

Colonnello takes a moment to commit her sight to memory to draw it later before running after her. How wide she smiles and how it crinkles her eyes so happily; her hair fluttering in the wind and his jacket slipping off her shoulders, falling from them entirely if it wasn't for her backpack; and her muscles sailing against the brown skin of her legs as she runs.

Lal's full of life even when she's perfectly still, shining in her eyes and glowing under her skin, but Colonnello always feels he best captures her essence when he draws her moving. When he draws her throwing her head back as she laughs, running up the stairs two at a time when she's late, or jabbing her elbow in their sides either in reprimand or as an accomplice.

Anything, even the simplest thing like her looking above her shoulder, as long as he can look at the final result and feels at first glance like he decently managed to capture some of the life she's always been made of.

"Okay, so get this," Luce starts dramatically. She sits on the floor, leaning against the bed while he sits against the headboard, with both their homework spread in front of them even if they aren't working much on them. "The teacher's about to start her lecture, so I look in my pencil case for a pen, right?"

"Right."

"Right, except I don't find any."

He snorts. "You forgot your pen of all things?"

"I know, right!" she says, turning to look at him. "What kind of idiot forgets their pen for school?"

"Well…"

She huffs a laugh at his teasing and pointed look, smacking his leg before turning back. "Shut up. Anyway, so I was there looking for it like a fool as if it'd appear out of thin air if only I looked hard enough for it, when I noticed out of the corner of my eye my neighbor handing me a pen." He hums along. "So I turn to her gratefully, taking it, smiling and about to thank her, but then I catch her eye. And..." she takes a deep and dramatic breath "... she was smiling at me."

Colonnello fondly rolls his eyes. "Wow," he deadpans. "A whole ass smile? You must be joking."

"Nooo, listen!" she shouts, laughter in her voice. She sits on her knees, leaning her arms on the bed. "We were just one seat apart, and clearly it was entirely too close because her smile was blinding. And it was like—like... " another dramatic pause as she just about swoons at the memory "...all my life what I thought was colors were only shades of grey, and suddenly I was seeing the world in colors I had never seen before."

"God, you're such a lesbian."

They both burst out laughing, Luce sitting down again.

"You just had to be there, okay?"

"Well, at least it was nicely put." Would make for a good art prompt too. "Seeing the world in colors you've never seen before..."

"Don't say it."

"Shrimp colors."

"Nello!"

They laugh again, snickering at each other.

"Okay, but it really was nicely put. Just change majors already, come on."

"Maybe I will," she says like she always does and never does it, and Colonnello doesn't have to see her face to know of the longing on it, of the ever smile on her lips and the impenetrable sea of her eyes that's always sad to try to find your way through it.

Colonnello pushes his homework aside and brings his sketchbook closer instead.

Luce is so open a person, it's an easy and fast process to get to know her. She's kind, warm and understanding, and surprisingly snarky, stubborn and cold at times. She's so much more Colonnello's discovered once he earned her trust, hopeful but not optimistic, too smart and realistic for that it seems; bruised and sad but still standing and smiling; wanting and still being the one to let it all slip between her fingers.

She's much more still, made of so many layers and so much depth, to this day he still finds himself learning new things about her. To this day she still surprises him in the way she can act, the decisions she can make and the words that can come out of her mouth.

Sometimes it feels like not even she knows how to encompass the whole of herself, knows how to have a clear and full picture of it, and maybe it's a relief to her she's so good at being who people need her to be and who they think she should be.

Colonnello carefully rips the page of his sketchbook and moves to the edge of the bed. He lies down, dangling his drawing above Luce. "Here."

Luce looks above her shoulder, raising her eyebrow at it. "No way, you're done already?" She sits up from where she lied down on the floor and takes the drawing. "Then help me with my..." She trails off, mouth parted open and her eyes widening.

He's drawn her to be the universe, not so much drawn against the galaxy but blending in it, made of it. There are constellations in her hair, her favorite ones, blue nebulae in guise of her eyes, and a gathering of stars in place and in the form of her flower tattoo, of supernovas. The drawing is mostly in shades of blue and bright, shining stars, and in golden pink and orange space dust bands to give her shape and colors.

He drew it and colored it carefully, but it's still a quick work, yet Luce's eyes gleam with tears as she brushes her fingers across the paper.

She breathes out a soft laugh, catching his eye. "Thank you."

Colonnello smiles back, lifting himself on his arms to plant a lingering kiss on her forehead.

He's made her to be the universe, and hopefully it doesn't make her disappear in it, but gives her relief and starkness for her to more easily and clearly see herself, all of herself.

Verde stands on top of the rector's car, talking into a megaphone and surrounded by a crowd of students that should all already be in class.

Colonnello isn't in any hurry to go to class either, standing a bit of a distance away with Fon, Skull and Lal. They share Skull's disgustingly sweet coffee and Fon's single croissant, watching and listening to Verde.

"...the funds allocated to the science faculties this semester are simply pitiful, pathetic and an insult to all of us passionate students in what we do. We, researchers and innovators especially were clearly looked down upon and spit in our faces. We bring prizes, prestige and popularity to this college, yet this is how they reward us for it?"

Verde speaks in a poised and composed manner, but the crowd cheers and agrees with him loudly anyway, never mind it's early morning and Colonnello's still half-asleep. They chant their slogans and Verde's name in turn, waving their signs demanding more funding.

Colonnello and the others cheer him on too, screaming his name and whistling loudly, and laughing as the energy builds and spreads between the students.

"Didn't they increase the funds compared to last time though?" Lal asks. "By a lot too."

"Well, if we measure it by whether it's enough to support Verde's genius, I'll have to agree with him it's not nearly enough," Fon says. "Besides, he's quite desperate at the moment, isn't he? His parents won't give in an inch more of their house for him to turn into a lab."

They snort, Fon chuckling.

"I support him either way," Skull says. "I hope he somehow manages to cancel all the morning classes altogether."

Lal raises the cup of coffee in the air. "I'll drink to that."

Colonnello huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes, but Verde might just be able to pull it off. The crowd in the parking and around him keeps growing, and it's not only made of students from the science faculties by a long shot. They cheer just as loudly as anyone else anyway, chanting the slogans in earnest as if it directly concerns them too.

It's not surprising. Despite how uncaring of most things Verde appears to be, especially people, too busy directing his entire focus on the things he is interested in and cares about, Verd's still always had a knack for drawing attention to him and keeping it on him. All kinds of people are drawn to him, sucked in and compelled by the things he says and curious to experience his company. They end up enjoying it too, even if most times they'd be hard-pressed to be on the same wavelength as him or to simply understand it.

Even when they're hanging out and he's the one talking, perfect strangers end up tuning in on their conversations, and it's all even more true when Verde sets out to actively and purposefully capture their attention.

"If this is how much they value us," he continues, "then I intend to reflect that value in how much I'll invest myself in my studies from now on. Which means, of course—ah, just a moment," he cuts himself off, looking towards them. "Colonnello."

Skull roughly shakes him, whooping and cheering and jumping up and down, and Colonnello almost chokes on his croissant.

"Skull!" Fon chides him with laughter in his voice, pulling him off him.

Lal snorts. "Dude, the fuck?"

"What? Verde just called for him, didn't you hear? I'm so jealous right now." He gives him a shit-eating grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

Colonnello punches him in the guts, grinning back. "As you should be." He goes to Verde, making his way through the crowd until he stands in front of the rector's car. "What's up?"

"I need—" Verde starts in the megaphone before he lowers it "—ah, sorry. Here." He crouches down and hands him his notebook. "I need signs of the figures and slogans in there for the march we planned this afternoon."

"Jeez, this afternoon?" he says, not actually surprised by his unreasonable deadlines. "I'll have to increase my prices for that."

"Fine. But don't expect me to be nice with it then."

Colonnello scoffs. As if he's ever been nice with it.

He flips through his notebook, catching glimpses of statistics, polls and diagrams. Truthfully anyone else that isn't an art student could do these signs for him too as they don't leave much room for an artistic rendition of them, if any at all, but it's a nice challenge to make them as much of pieces of art as possible without distracting them from their points. And Colonnello's penmanship is much prettier and, more importantly, more readable than Verde's, if nothing else.

Besides, it's well worth having Verde be the critique of his works for a bit. He's ruthlessly to the point and in-depth with it, sometimes making him feel like he never wants to sit in front of a blank canvas again, but he's always better and more confident than last time whenever he does sit in front of a blank canvas again.

"All right, I'll see what I can do."

"Good." He nods, smiling before standing to face the crowd again. "All right, where were we?"

A loud and excited scream answers him, followed by chanting of his name again, and Colonnello can't help but grin as he takes it all in.

This is why he likes to draw Verde through someone else's point of view the most. He so easily steals the spotlight even when he's not trying to, not bothering to even notice it when he does, it only feels right to also have him as the center of someone else's attention in his drawings of him.

Colonnello stumbles upon Viper as he rounds a building, and beams. "Viper!" He runs to them and pulls them into an enthusiastic hug, grinning. "Come on, why don't you ever let us know when you show up in person? Have you been here all day?"

Viper hums, patting his back. "I'll come to school in person for at least a week."

"Nice," he says, pulling back.

"Don't get your hopes up. You know my prices for looking at my notes."

He huffs. "Oh, come on. You wear heart-shaped glasses today, but you're just gonna be stone-cold like that with me?"

"V!" Skull shouts as Viper opens their mouth, and then unceremoniously jumps on them, pulling them both in a hug. "I missed you! Let me just invite myself to your classes today real quick."

Viper huffs a laugh. "Hey, Skull."

"How do you always know when they're here?" Colonnello asks.

"Ha!" he scoffs. "You want to call them your best friend, but you don't even have a telepathic bond with them? Just fuck off so I can hug them properly."

"You both fuck off and let me breathe already."

"Oh, shit," Skull says while Colonnello snorts. "My bad."

Colonnello pushes Skull's face away once they give Viper room. "Now you fuck back off wherever you came from." Skull sticks his tongue out, but seems to have an actual place to be as he leaves easily enough after pecking Viper's head. Colonnello wraps his arm around Viper's shoulders as they fall in steps with each other. "Had lunch yet?"

"You're paying."

"You don't fucking say." They glance at each other, a smirk at the corner of Viper's lips. "Never mind the obvious, what have you been up to?"

"Just this and that, here and there, mind your own fucking business."

"You know, it's because you're such a great conversationalist that we tried to tail you the other day."

Viper goes to the same school as them, but mostly through remote learning to make more time for the seemingly million things they have to do on a daily basis, but even outside school, it's hard to get their hands on them so they can hang out.

"Really? You were so discreet with it, I couldn't possibly have noticed it."

Colonnello barks out a laugh, making them huff a laugh too and no doubt roll their eyes too. It was a lot of fun, the seven of them trying to hide behind a single lamp post, wearing the ridiculous cosplays Reborn gave them and was the only one to pull off.

They weren't exactly surprised when Viper shook them off their trail sooner than later.

"Some of the things I do are simply none of your business. Just get it in your thick skulls already."

"Some" is putting it lightly, but that's fine. It makes them feel a little distant at times he can't see them as often or for as long as he sees the others, but it doesn't make them any less one of them. Viper themself makes a point to not let it make them any less one of them or allow distance to grow between them. Like that day they tailed and lost them, and they showed up out of blue hours later in the middle of them finding themselves roped in an amateurish play for children held in the plaza.

Viper actively dislikes people trying to get their hands on them without their consent, likes—needs to be free to do their own thing whenever they want and for however long they want without having to justify themself to anyone. It's an arrangement they're all happy with, patiently waiting for whenever they feel like showing up again as they do always end up showing up again.

Viper stands in the rector's office with them, helps them to not find themselves there as often, goes to the movie, restaurants and crashes in their houses with them, and Colonnello really feels just as close to them as with the others.

"You okay though, aren't you?" he asks, leaning their chin on top of their head. "You're so lazy, but you sill love to overwork yourself."

"Shut up." They jab him in the stomach, but he wasn't about to feel anything with their noodle arms.

He snickers, fond eyes looking at them.

Colonnello draws Viper as often as he draws the others, but only with Viper he doesn't mind going for a more abstract style, which he's bad at. But it suits them, the elusive quality it gives them.

Colonnello uses their differently shaped glasses or their cloaks and hoods they so love to wear to hide their features, as well as their hair, lighting or landscapes, or simply through the point of view he chooses to draw them.

Viper has yet to say it, but Colonnello knows they both like it best when he draws them surrounded by the rest of them to take the focus away from them.

They chill under their usual patch of grass under a tree, Colonnello sitting against it and sketching them in his sketchbook.

"Let's go somewhere, I'm bored," Reborn says.

"Lunch break ends in just ten minutes," Fon says.

"So? We can do a lot of things in ten minutes."

Skull snorts. "Oh, shut up, Reborn. Do you know how much more often I'm skipping class ever since I met you?"

"Oh, and it's gonna be my fault now, is it? I simply offer. I don't remember ever dragging any of you at gunpoint out of school."

"Yeah, shut up, Reborn," Lal says, making them chuckle. "Someone helps me finish this goddamn essay. Verde."

The sound of Verde tapping on his keyboard doesn't falter whatsoever, and Colonnello doubts he even bothers glancing at her. "Busy."

Lal clicks her tongue but leaves it at that, a comfortable silence falling back on them. Luce gives up after losing yet another round of card games, coming closer to him to look at his drawing over his shoulder. Colonnello gives it a moment, thinking she just wants a peek at it, but when she keeps looking, he opens his mouth to tell her to maybe stop doing that.

"Why don't you ever draw yourself too?" she asks before he can, drawing everyone else's attention to them, for some reason.

He raises his eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"

"Answer the question," Reborn says, and he rolls his eyes.

"What do you mean? I'm just drawing what's in front of me. And it's not like I can look at myself from an outside perspective, can I now?"

Fon frowns slightly, smiling. "How hard can it be to draw yourself though?"

"Yeah!" Skull says. "You're like—red."

"What?"

"You know, red, the color? You're like that."

"Oh, oh, I have one too!" Luce perks up. "You're like that refreshing wind just before a storm finally breaks out and gets rid of the annoying, heavy humidity of before."

"Wow. Are you embarrassed right now?" Viper asks. "Because I would be if I were you."

They snicker, Skull flipping them off while Luce mock-pouts.

"Yeah, you bet I am. Anyone else?"

"You're a blond man with blue eyes," Verde deadpans.

"You don't fucking say," Reborn and Lal say at the same time, and even Verde laughs with the rest of them.

"All right, all right, I get it. What do you even care anyway? You know I'm not one much for self-portrait."

"But it wouldn't be a self-portrait," Luce says. "It'd be an ourselves-portrait."

"Yeah, I mean," Skull adds. "You're sitting here with us too right now, aren't you?"

"You're always sitting with us too," Fon finishes.

Oh.

That's so cheesy out of nowhere, and yet, a little embarrassingly, Colonnello feels warmth spread inside him.

He laughs. "Why are you all so cheesy all of a sudden? Are you going to kiss me on the mouth next?"

Thankfully they take the bait, though likely only because they could tell he wanted them to. They change subject, averting their attention from him, and Colonnello focuses on his drawing again.

He doesn't have many drawings of them all where he's also on it too and... it is a bit of a shame, isn't it?

He can probably squeeze himself in this one easily enough.

And going forwards, surely it won't do any harm if he was to pick up the habit of drawing himself too from the beginning.

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Takeshi Yamamoto x Female!Reader: But Uh-Oh Those Summer Nights [Ch. 7]

Summary: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast / summer lovin’ happened so fast.”

Challenge: “10 Summer Events” by someone on Lunaescence Archives.

Pairings: Takeshi Yamamoto/Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Master List

Chapter 7: Going to the Beach

“I can’t believe it! We’re finally here!”

“Don’t wander too far, [Name].”

“Oh, don’t worry, Tsuna. I’m not going to get lost.”

“You got lost coming to his house yesterday! We had to look for you for two hours!”

“Oh, shut your face, Hayato.”

“Shut yours, stupid woman!”

“Excellent come back. I’m truly stung. Brav--”

“Both of you shut up.” One of Reborn’s feet slammed into your head, then the other into Hayato’s. “I didn’t bring you out here to argue.”

“You didn’t bring us out here at all!” Tsuna snapped. “We’re the ones that earned the money for a trip to the beach.”

There was a pause as Reborn stared up at Tsuna with his fathomless black eyes. Wordlessly, he reached up for the chameleon perched on his hat. Before Reborn’s fat infant fingers had touched it, Leon transformed into a mallet...that Reborn immediately smashed onto Tsuna’s head this time.

“Tenth!” cried Hayato.

“Tsuna!” said Takeshi.

Both boys rushed to heave the aggrieved to his feet. You, meanwhile, sighed, closed your eyes, crossed your arms, and plopped down into the sand.

“Was that really necessary?” you asked Reborn.

“Of course,” he said.

“Tsuna has a point, you know. I risked my neck to save our funds from that crazy prefect.”

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned about where you are? This is the first time you’ve been to the beach, isn’t it?”

A single eye popped open. Below you, Reborn smirked. One quick look toward the boys told you they were still fussing over Tsuna’s head injury. Another glance in the opposite direction showed you the ocean: wide and big and blue and vacant. Reborn had even pulled some strings to find you a private stretch of beach. You practically itched to dive into the water, but you figured that might seem a little cruel to the boy who had allowed you to join his group of friends.

“They’ll be like that for a while,” Reborn informed you with a smirk.

You stared at him for a half minute more before abruptly standing up. Then you kicked up one leg and made a mad dash for the shoreline, only to stop about a foot away from it to stare in wide-eyed appreciation of the glistening tide.

“It’s the ocean!” you screamed. “It’s the ocean, ocean, ocean!”

“What the hell are you doing, woman?” Hayato asked from somewhere behind you.

“What does it look like I’m doing? It’s the ocean!”

“I can see that, moron. What’s so great about the ocean?”

You jumped slightly to find Hayato right next to you. He had his hands stuffed into this pockets--trust Hayato to not bother to dress for the occasion--and one of signature glares trained directly at the frothing water.

“It’s the first time you’ve seen the ocean, right, [Name]?” Takeshi asked as he joined the two of you.

“Right!” you said.

You were glad to see that Takeshi had followed Hayato out there. Like Reborn said, you hadn’t come all the way out there to continue bickering. Hayato was always available to continue bickering with. Instead of playing right into his hands, you crouched down to drag your fingers through the waves.

“It’s so big and pretty,” you added, when neither of the boys offered anything in the way of conversation.

“It sure is!” said Takeshi.

Hayato snorted. “Yeah. Whatever. I’m going to help the Tenth set up the towels.”

“Okay!”

“Have fun, sourpuss!” you called after him.

He lifted his hand into a rude gesture without turning toward you. You laughed before looking back at the ocean. “It’s really pretty, Takeshi!”

“Want to go for a swim?”

“Can we? But Grandma said I have to use the buddy system.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be your buddy.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He took your hand and wrapped his fingers firmly around your own. “Ready?”

“Ready!”

You saluted him with your free hand. Takeshi grinned, then took a step into the water. Your heart sped up for a moment before you resolved to not be afraid. It was silly to expect to be swept away so close to the beach. Besides, your boyfriend kept a firm grip on your hand as the two of you waded a little deeper. Surely he wouldn’t you drown.

With that in mind, you took a deep breath and splashed after him into the waves. “It’s warm!”

“Of course it’s warm.”

“Well, in that case, it should be okay.”

“What should be okay?”

“This!” You released his hand so that you submerge yourself in the shallows. He laughed, completely unsuspecting of your true intent. When you resurfaced, you brought with you quite a bit of water, all of which you threw in his general direction. “That’s for throwing me in the pool!”

Takeshi blinked. Clearly he had not seen the face full of water coming. As it dripped off the now-soaked tips of his hair, he broke into a broad grin. “And you think you’ll get away with that?”

You plunked down next to the shore. Maybe there’d be seashells. “I will, because the ocean loves me.”

“That’s not what it told me.”

“Then it lied to make you feel better,” you said absently.

“Well, if that’s what you want to believe. It told me a secret though.”

“A secret?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What is it?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

Now you looked right up at him. “Tell me!”

“Well, all right.” Takeshi bent down. His knees never dunked below the water, but he moved his head so that his lips were practically against your ear. “It told me…”

“What? What?”

“That it loves me more!” He shoved a wave of water so hard at you that it pushed you over.

It took a few seconds for your head to break the surface once more. You stood, streaming salt water off your shoulders as you licked the taste from your lips.

“What was that for?” you demanded.

He shrugged. “I’m just telling you what the ocean said.”

“I don’t believe that for a minute. The ocean loves me!” You accompanied the last word with another splash.

“No, me!” Takeshi smiled as he splashed you in return.

A split second later, the two of you were involved in a fearsome water war. You would throw water at him; he would knock you over. You would trip him; he would dunk your head underneath the waves. On another one of those occasions, you emerged laughing and wondering if you should beg for mercy.

“Takeshi, hold up. I–”

“Hey, Mister and Missus Idiot!” Hayato’s voice called from further up the beach. “Stop being stupid and get over here! The Tenth wants to eat!”

“Okay!” Takeshi said.

You rolled your eyes, but made to exit the water. Takeshi grabbed your wrist before you could get very far, however.

“Wha–”

He cut you off by pulling you into a hug. You blushed, but hugged him in return.

“How are you enjoying the beach?” he asked.

“I love it.”

“Hurry up!”

“Remind me to dunk him after lunch,” you muttered.

Takeshi just took your hand and laughed.