What I enjoy while reading the Haikyu!! manga is to see Hinatas and Yamaguchis friendship bloom. So I just imagined them hanging out and doing stuff other than volleyball, and I got this feeling of Tadashi being a tea drinking person and Hinata enjoying just talking over a cup of tea with him. Just having a break from everything. More below about the tea and friendship:
well, i think harry styles is into man and woman. he never said something clear about his sexuality so we really don’t know. maybe he is straight, bi, gay or pan who knows?
and to get this out of the way: i believe harry and louis definitely had something going on in the past and that they’re still very good friends. yes, i still ship larry, but very casually and i respect their love and life. people sometimes don’t realize that harry (and louis) is still a person and that’s sometimes just wrong to analyse a persons private life.
there’s so much stuff going on about his album and lyrics. it gives me headaches.
he himself said that we can interpret anything we want into the songs, because that’s what he does! it’s all blurred lines and definitely not just about one person or what word of word is written down in the lyrics. it’s more about what you feel while listening to it.
it’s a bit like art. music IS art, but for example if you draw a couple, you’re not automatically the couple. it’s what you feel while drawing the couple. what the final piece makes you feel.
so stop arguing and appreciate this piece of beautiful art and love the shit out of harry styles!
When Reigen returned from the bathroom in only his briefs, Serizawa was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands in his lap, back straight to near stiffness, and he was still wearing everything down to his socks.
“Don’t be nervous, Seri,” Reigen said gently, sitting down next to him and clearly trying not to laugh. Serizawa’s gaze drifted down his body, from the light blond hair on his chest to the long fingers that settled on his thigh.
“I just…don’t know…um.” Serizawa swallowed, hoping he wasn’t sweating as much as he felt like he was.
“We don’t have to do anything,” Reigen said coolly, finally resting his palm over both of Serizawa’s, squeezing. “We can just talk. I can turn on a movie or something.”
“No!” Serizawa yelped, feeling Reigen’s fingers jump. “I…I want to…I want…all of it. I’m just…I don’t have much experience, Reigen-san. My apologies.”
Reigen rose from the bed and stood in front of Serizawa, picking up his hands to lift him to his feet so they were standing close enough to touch, resting his head against Serizawa’s chest for a second. “Don’t apologize. It’s fine. We’ll take it slow, and if we need to stop, just say so.” He reached up and started unthreading Serizawa’s tie first, slipping it from his collar and lying it on his desk chair. He leaned up to kiss him as his slid his blazer off his shoulders, folding it neatly with the tie, and then started on the buttons of his dress shirt.
“What if…I don’t know how to make you…what if I can’t make you feel good? What if I screw up? What if –”
“Katsuya,” Reigen said, firmly. “That isn’t going to happen.” Serizawa shuddered as he felt Reigen place his hands on his hips, soft skin under his trembling digits. “I already feel great. Want to know why?”
“You’re here. The rest of it’s just a bonus.” He grinned as he finished the last of the buttons and slid his hands inside the open shirt, around to Serizawa’s back, rubbing and stroking, a comforting gesture as much as one that made Serizawa feel like he was about to float away. “You’re always so reliable at the office…let me be your helping hand tonight, okay?”
Serizawa took a relaxed breath and nodded. “Okay.”
Could I maybe suggest Makorin with getting caught wearing the other's clothes? I'm not sure if you ship them, but :')
Gou stared into her coffee cup, desperately waiting for the caffeine to hit her. If she were more awake she would be coming up with clever ways to get back at Chigusa for making her get up at such an ungodly hour–but she wasn’t more awake, and it was all Gou could do to not slump onto the table and return to her one true love, sleep, once more.