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ash | 20s | lesbian | they | nsfw | minors pls dnf | mainly hq (oiiwaoi) + genshin (multi, switch) + op (zsz main) | i subscribe to dldr | pfp @nahualish
oh ABSOLUTELYYYY she has opinions and she WILL let them be known!! also her and 100000 hands would also come in handy (pun intended) im sure

like to me franky basically uses a strap. his dick is a strap
May 5, 2025 at 2:05 AM
dw he can't let this go even if he wanted to his love for iwa is far too embedded in his soul!!

they really are so tender they make me SO SOFTTT :')

tyyyyy for reading!!!! appreciate it <33
May 5, 2025 at 2:03 AM
bro do you know how many times ive thought abt franky and his robodick and the different mods he could do specifically for robin..... it's basically canon to me atp
May 5, 2025 at 2:02 AM
this was bc i was walking in the rain and thought of iwaoi they are everywhere yall......crossposted from twt sorryyy. i SHOULD be studying for finals but i had to get this out. ty for reading this dumb little thread i aimed to go nowhere w it and that's where we ended up so mission success!!!
May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Hajime nudges him, and Tooru almost trips over how the touch sends a jolt through him.

No. Tooru refuses to let this affect the short amount of time he has left in Japan.

Whatever this feeling is, Tooru has to let it go.

//end
May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
He swallows heavily, trying to wrangle his emotions, get his bearings. He can't become delusional, thinking Hajime's feeling the same as Tooru. Can't start hoping for something that will never happen.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Hajime falls closer to Tooru, half a step ahead.

With each step, Hajime's shoulders loosen. It's fine, then—nothing's amiss. Tooru resists the urge to bury his nose into Hajime's hair, to hold him close, and bites his lip as he glares down at the path.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
"Iwa-chan is like an angry T-rex," Tooru mumbles. "An angry tiny T-rex that steals umbrel—" He wheezes when Hajime's elbow meets his gut.

Hajime's voice is as calm as the eye of a storm. "Did you say something."

"Nope," Tooru says quickly. "Lead the way."

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Hajime drags Tooru back toward the path, bag in one hand, umbrella held over them both. "Shut up and walk." He holds himself rigid, and Tooru wonders if it's because Hajime /saw/. Saw something he shouldn't have. Saw something that shouldn't be there in the first place

Anxiety claws at him.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
"No way, it's /my/ umbrella!"

"Oikawa."

Tooru pouts, handing it over. "This is so unfair! You didn't even want to use it in the first place." He sends Hajime a sullen look. "Can you even hold it over the both of us with your short little arms."

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
His heart still hasn't calmed down. "It's fine, I—"

Hajime holds out his hand. "Hand it over."

"What?"

"The umbrella. Hand it over. You can't be trusted with it."

"What?" Tooru protests, letting himself slip into the familiar rhythm, grateful for it.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
He gathers the strap of his bag, wrapping it around his hand once, twice. "Yeah."

"You'll get another one."

"Yeah." He finally looks at Tooru, brow furrowed, and then he glares. "You're getting all wet!"

"Oh. Right." Tooru straightens, jittery.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
"It got away," Tooru says, hushed, feeling his own cheeks flush. He can't look Hajime in the eye, suddenly; is hit with the urge to hide. Doesn't know what expression he has, but doesn't want Hajime to see it.

Hajime clears his throat, looking down.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
The pitter-patter is deafening in the stillness, matching the frantic beat of his heart.

The frog ribbits.

Tooru blinks and Hajime's hands open as if on instinct. The frog hops away, croaking with each jump. Tooru swears it's laughing.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Stay noticing that Hajime is also so /still/, and Tooru wonders, naively, if he has something holding him immobile, too. If Hajime has something he's named /Tooru/ that also turns his limbs to lead.

Rain wets the lower half of Tooru's back and it thumps against the umbrella.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
The feeling shoots out through his skin, suddenly—curls itself around his arms, his legs; forces him to /stay/, just like this. Stay staring at Hajime, at his face. Stay watching the way Hajime's eyes widen, just a bit; watch the way his cheeks flush, just a hint.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
The feeling pulses harder, and he's reaching out to smooth a thumb down Hajime's knuckles without thought, the need to /touch/ overwhelming.

Hajime stills. Tooru echoes him once more.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Hajime shakes his head. "Nah. He needs to get home."

"Probably has a wife and kids."

"And he just got off work."

"The rainstorm makes his commute so much longer."

Hajime laughs, and Tooru can't help echoing it.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
"A frog," Hajime says, still grinning. "Knew I saw it jump across the path." He shifts toward Tooru, knee pressing down into the gravel and dirt. "He's pretty calm."

Tooru bends closer, forcing himself to focus on Hajime's hands instead of his face. "You gonna keep it?"

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Not right now. Not when he's leaving. For now, he calls the feeling /Hajime/.

So his breath catches on /Hajime/, and he's struck dumb for a moment before he forces himself to croak out, "What'd you get, Iwa-chan?"

He sounds as bad as the frog.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Pulses with each heartbeat, calling out Hajime's name. Pushes out every other thought, weighs down his tongue, urges him to grab onto Hajime—grab on, and never let go.

He doesn't examine it. Tooru's never shied away from answers, but he doesn't want to ask this question.

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May 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM