video addiction

 

Titolo: video addiction

Parole: 200

Fandom: My hero academia

Rating: safe 

“Bakugou,” Todoroki says in a tone than makes Katsuki’s skin crawl every time. No, he’s not doing this anymore, he will not. 

“What?” he says, getting closer to the common room’s couch where Todoroki is curled up under a blanket like a cat – as if he needed it, with his quirk.

Todoroki pats the spot beside him and Katsuki sits with a sigh. Not another dumb, cat video, please. Just, not. 

It is another dumb cat video. But Todoroki is smiling – that timid thing showing more and more on his face – as he passes Katsuki his phone. And Katsuki be damned if he does something to make that smile disappear – he’s in too deep, he knows, but they’re alone in the common room and Todoroki will never catch up anyways. He can indulge both himself and Todoroki. 

Katsuki takes the phone, Todoroki puts his chin on Katsuki’s shoulder to watch the video once again – Katsuki doesn’t want to know how many times he watched it already, but it’s okay, a lot of things are when Todoroki sits close enough that he can smell his vanilla and lemon shampoo – and Katsuki press play.

voglie

 

Titolo: voglie

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Parole: 300

Rating: safe

Warning: mpreg

Sukuna si svegliò nel bel mezzo della notte. Ci mise un momento a capire che cosa l'avesse svegliato. Megumi gli stava scuotendo una spalla.

Sukuna scattò in piedi: era finalmente il momento? Ma Megumi non sembrava essere sofferente, solo infastidito.

Sukuna lo circondò con le braccia, la pancia sporgente di Megumi premeva contro di lui ed era la sensazione più bella che avesse mai provato. La gravidanza era quasi al termine, e lui già cominciava a sentirne la mancanza, anche se era eccitato per quanto sarebbe venuto dopo.

"Stai bene?" Chiese con la voce carica di sonno.

"Non riesco a dormire," rispose Megumi.

"Posso fare qualcosa?"

"Voglio il gelato."

Sukuna gelò, "Gelato?"

Megumi annuì, "Alle fragole."

"Gelato alle fragole," ripetè Sukuna.

Dove diavolo lo trovava il gelato alle fragole alle -- lanciò un'occhiata alla sveglia sul comodino -- tre del mattino in pieno inverno?

"Vedrò cosa posso fare," disse.

Si alzò dal letto, indossò il giubbotto sopra il pigiama, afferrò le chiavi della macchina e uscì di casa. Seduto in macchina, fece una rapida ricerca dei supermercati aperti tutta la notte e ne trovò uno a pochi chilometri di distanza. Mise in moto, raggiunse il supermercato e lì il reparto surgelati. C'erano varie vaschette di gelato, Sukuna ne prese una alla fragola e, tanto per essere sicuro, un paio di altri gusti.

Tornò a casa soddisfatto: era riuscito a fare quella cosa per il suo compagno.

Entrò piano nell'appartamento, tolse la giacca e si diresse in camera da letto con le vaschetta del gelato alla fragola e un cucchiaio. 

Megumi si era addormentato stretto al cuscino di Sukuna, e sembrava dormire così bene. Sukuna avrebbe voluto arrabbiarsi, ma non ci riuscì. Rispose il gelato nel congelatore tornò a stendersi accanto al suo compagno e al loro futuro bambino.

the violin

 

Titolo: the violin 

Fandom: Haikyuu 

Parole: 400

Rating: safe 

Sakusa plays the violin.

In his opinioni, it’s nothing special, just something he does. Every single day, almost religiously, he sits in his chair at the window and plays. 

There is something soothing about the feeling of the strings against the pad of his fingers, of the polished wood under his chin.

It’s a moment of quiet. 

There is no place to think about his future, his life, his duties. 

It’s a moment of silence in the tumultuous ocean that his mind usually is. 

Every single day, even when every muscle on his body aches after a long day of practice or he's tired after a game, Sakusa sits at the window and plays his violin.

The first time Atsumu goes to his house, he notices the chair beside the window and the violin on top of it.

“Didn't know ya played, Omi-kun”

Sakusa shrugs his shoulder. 

“Will you make me hear something?”, Atsumu asks. 

Sakusa is taken aback, because it’s nothing special, it’s just something he does. Why would someone pay attention to that?

“No”, he answers. Because he doesn’t want his anxiety, his perfectionism, to reach that place too.

Atsumu never asks again.

When they go live together, Atsumu takes the habit to go out for some walks. Every night at the same hour.

It takes Sakusa a while to realize he’s doing that to leave him his hour of silence. Atsumu knows he needs it, even if Sakusa never said it out loud. 

Sakusa never thanks him, but when Atsumu comes back he always finds tea waiting for him. Iced, on summer days, steamy hot in the dark winter evenings. 

It’s been a few months since they started living together when Atsumu catches a cold. He can’t leave the house. 

He tries to convince Kyoomi to go somewhere else for a few day, just until he gets better, but Sakusa refuses. 

On the third day, when the time of his usual walks comes, Atsumu hears the violin playing in the living room. 

Something shifts in him. His heart clenches hearing the music. It’s the moment he realizes Sakusa made the final step to completely accept him in life as someone he doesn’t have to hide from. 

It took them three years, but Atsumu knows that now they’re there. They are, finally, completely, together.