atsumu suffers from some bad dreams. shinsuke knows just what to tell him

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the boy raises his eyebrows and straightens his back. “so you can see me! hmm… most humans can’t, but if you can, then it means your spiritual powers aren’t too shabby…” a grin spreads across his face, all sharp teeth, very much fox-like. he leans forward, narrows his eyes, and tenses his shoulders, like he’s ready to pounce. “you’d probably make a tasty snack!”

kita hums. “i might,” he says, “but then who’d bring you pudding?”

the grin on the boy’s face disappears in an instant, and he blinks down at him.

“what,” he says

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"no, it wont" he reassures, because it's said that kita shinsuke can control the weather, and that the hills are a land where sleeping deities lie

atsumu stares like he's going through a spiritual awakening, or something equally as mortifying. within twenty minutes, there's not a cloud in sight

dec 5 2020 ∞
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