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gorgoneions said: "Murahimu, "That’s a good look for you.""

wakeupdodo:

Neither of them brings it up in the gap in conversation until, face-to-face, Atsushi’s gaze lingers too curiously and too long at Himuro’s left side, and Himuro, a little forgiving, a little vulnerable in that second, softly suggests he take a look, you know, for once. He’s earned it, if a glance at his left eye is something you’d call a reward. In the end, it’s only a suggestion — and to Atsushi, anything that doesn’t end in a question mark may as well be a command. It’s nice to be that simple.

At first, he pinches the hair strand by strand, smoothing it out through middle and ring fingers along its length — which is slow-going, and Atsushi’s pulse is spurring him to pick up the pace, despite Himuro’s absolute patience and barely-fluttering eyelashes at every dip of his hands. With a thumb he scoops up the fringe in one go, a flawless curve to follow Himuro’s eyebrow behind it, and scrapes the lot back over Himuro’s hairline.

Those dark eyes don’t open just yet. So Atsushi just stares for a moment. If his hands weren’t occupied with holding back that tuft of hair he would be framing this slightly-more-symmetrical face, harsh cheekbones and the gentle dip of his eyelid that matches the right side well, parts so simple and never bared to the world, not even at practice when he bares so many other sides of himself.

Nearly five seconds pass, and just as Himuro tentatively opens his eyes, Atsushi lets the bangs flop back into his face. It’s almost funny to watch him blink in mild surprise, and Atsushi stays there with hands cupped and wide over Himuro’s head like a very slow magician. “Ta-daaaa.” 

"That was a little weird."

You’re a little weird.”

"Coming from you?"

Atsushi’s mouth droops a little in defeat, so he brings down the other party with him, slumping his head against Himuro’s neck so heavily that they both flop back onto the bed to a soft squeak of the mattress and the breath of laughter — or the breath knocked out of Himuro beneath this immovable weight.

It was a nice view. He understands why Himuro might want to guard that treasure.

"I made you short?"

I accept the nomination for the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge and I hereby nominate Bill Murray, Andrew Gar-Field of Dreams, and Dame Maggie Smith.

beecreature:

(rubs hands together in anticipation)

mrgolightly:

"My best day had to be the day after I wrapped Guardians of the Galaxy. I was very homesick and coming home to my wife, and my home, and to my son, who was at the time 13 months old. My wife told me there’s a chance he won’t recognize you—but that’s okay that happens all the time. He doesn’t know, he might be a little shy…"

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oozingsurprise:

Penguin headbutt ⊂((・▽・))⊃

"I lost!"

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