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I recently watched jjk and kny and was wondering if I shall stay an anime only? They're the only animes I watched without reading the manga, simply because of the breathtaking animation (especially kny). I already watched Demon slayer: the infinite train online and season 2 is coming out this year as well so I was thinking of waiting until at least season 2 is over but I'm such an impatient person :(

And for jjk, there's gonna be a movie? And it won't be translated until months after. So I'll most likely read the manga.

I'm so confused I don't know what to do

AOT 139 SPOILERS

OH MY GOD ??!?? SHES OK !!

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LOOK AT HER AND FALCO !!!!!!!

she’s all grown up now :(( i’m so happy to see she’s ok, she’s grown so much since 105. really gonna miss best girl :(

Now YouTube has a habit of recommending me the weirdest stuff recently, but today i got this on my recommendations

And about halfway through listening to this, I went and read the comments, literally I could not stop reading I was there for hours, here are some of my favorites

⎡can you hear me now?⎦ toji f.

➵ pairing: fushiguro megumi & fushiguro toji (familial) ➵ word count: 1,278 words ➵ genre: fluff/angst ➵ author’s notes: I like writing these two because it’s amusingly painful. ➵ warning(s): manga spoilers

I. Three Megumi’s delicate stature sits still on the floor as his emerald green eyes observe the movements of his father’s large, rough hands, beaming with excitement. 

Toji was crafting out something for him - he didn’t know if it was a toy but if it was anything from his father, he would be more than glad to receive it.

The man smiles upon noticing this. His son’s eyes shone like how they did when he looks over books that he can’t read yet, or when his puppy snuggles towards him.

A hand hovers over the small child’s erratic hair and ruffles it into a mess more than it already is, watching as his plump cheeks are brushed with the tint of pink from the unexpected display of affection. A small burst of laughter escapes from the man. 

“Be good for me, won’t you?”

Strangely enough, Megumi nods, despite not understanding much of what he said.

“That’s my good boy.” Toji whispers under his breath, taking him by the chest, and pulling the child in to a warm embrace. The kid was astonished by the unexpected action, but his small hands soon grasp on to his back, burying his face into the man’s chest.

His father’s sweater had the faint scent of oranges, and a spritz of cologne. The warmth brought him solace.

He wishes he could stay in this moment for a little longer.

II. Four

It was 9:39pm.

Megumi’s eyes flutter open when he hears a knock strike gently on the wooden sliding foor. A small hand comes up to rub on his eyelids, before slipping out of his blankets to check on his father.

He then picks the tin can up, and holds it to his lips, tied by a red string to the other can that was in his Toji’s grasp, going through the wall so his father could speak to him without having to go anywhere.

“Pa…pa?” The man perks up upon hearing the meek sound of his son’s voice. A smile pulls on his lips, proud that he could teach Megumi words that wasn’t vulgar, remembering how he accidentally slipped out a string of cusses around the toddler.

“Heya, Megumi.” He responds, leaning against the wall with a sigh of relief. “I hope you’re doing well even if I’m not home at most times. But, Tsumiki is not that bad to be with, right?”

He could picture his child nod twice in the other side.

“That’s good. I wonder if you can read bedtime stories now. Do you want me to buy you more picture books? Tell me so I can try out asking for a raise. Maybe I could even take you out to a fun fair sometime. There’ll be bunny cotton candy, rides with elephants in it, and owl stuffed toy in the booths.” He goes on and on through the night, listing off what’s on his mind.

Halfway, he comes to think, Megumi might have fallen asleep now. He stops rambling and takes it to himself to stand up from the floor. He heaves a small sigh before settling to leave the balcony.

“Papa…?” The child’s voice peeks out.

Toji’s eyes widen. He reaches for the can once again and holds it against his ear.

“I love you.”

The pronunciation was slightly off, but clear enough for Toji to understand what he wanted to say.

His eyes are almost brimming with hot tears, lips twitching with the familiar ache lingering around his scar. “I love you too.”

He wants to stay, but he can’t.

He has to go.

“Good night, ‘Gumi.”

III. Four (2)

It’s his day off.

Toji sinks into the comfort of the couch as he attempts to nap.

Keyword: attempt.

Perhaps, he was getting too used to the exhaustion in his job that he becomes restless himself when he’s not tired out?

His attention is caught when he could hear the light pitter-patter of Megumi’s feet pace on the floor as he approaches. Curious, he sits up to see his child who jolted in surprise from his sudden movement.

The kid was holding a picture book that he bought him a week ago. He raises an eyebrow, and realizes what Megumi wanted to tell him. His child was rather quiet, as he notices. Even told that he looks like his father whenever he scowls.

“No.”

Megumi averted his gaze away, lips pursing into a small pout.

He eyes the visibly glum expression of his son, a small pang of pain tugging at his chest. Closing his eyes, he heaves a light sigh and gently pulls Megumi into his lap.

The book rests on his hand, and he flips to the first page, starting to read the story softly. “A long long time ago, there lived an old man and an old woman.”

As the tale unravels from Toji’s lips, the boy eventually starts asking questions whenever he pauses, to which the man would patiently answer. They went on and on until afternoon came.

Megumi’s jade green eyes – the same color as his – they were glimmering with joy, even more whenever he looks up.

His chest swells with happiness. He could feel a small smile creep up onto his lips.

The kiddo fell asleep right on his torso, face buried in the material of his sweater. He rans a hand through the erratic tresses of Megumi’s hair, mapping the soft strands lovingly with the rough prints of his digits.

‘I just can’t say no when it comes to you, huh.’

IV. Five

It’s been weeks since Toji last spoke to Megumi through the tin can telephone.

The boy waits until it’s 10pm at night, before he decides to slip back into his futon, only for no one to knock on the window, or a sound to quiver through the string.

Until that night came.

“Megumi.”

A voice rises in the darkness to call out for him. The boy slowly stirs awake, finding himself crawling towards the tin can.

“Mmnn?” He sleepily hums.

“Papa’s going somewhere, okay?”

A slight pause takes over the conversation before the child asks. “Where?”

Toji’s eyes were a striking shade of emerald under the moonlight as he gazes at the night sky, head leaning against the icy surface of the wall. He takes a deep breath and responds, “Somewhere far away.”

“Okay.” Megumi says. “But, we’ll still read bedtime stories together, right? You promised me the other night.”

The man bites the ‘yes’ down his lip, knowing too well that he couldn’t refuse his son’s requests. He readies himself to leave.

“Megumi. Papa has to go now.” He informs.

“But-“ The boy’s cries were futile. No matter how it hurt Toji to leave him like this, there’s no turning back.

“See ya later, ‘Gumi.”

V. Seventeen

Megumi pushes a hand on his wound to apply pressure, a small act of preservation before he blacks out. Beside him lies a tin can telephone that connected to the other wall.

It was utterly annoying. He doesn’t know why but he had the urge to take it.

He slowly picks the small thing up, careful not to injure himself further and props it next to his ear.

Red was blurring his eyesight and he doesn’t resist as the darkness takes over him.

“Hey. What’s your name?”

“Fushiguro.”

“Not Zen’in huh? Good for you.”

The boy wakes up to a dream. He knows that it isn’t real. But.. he could hear someone speak in the other side of the wall.

“Live for me, Megumi.”

The scent of oranges fills his nostrils, and he closes his eyes once again, relishing in the little solace it brought.

Inspired by this art  ^

❥ It’s actually funny how the story of Momotaro is a folktale – which means it is a work of fiction. Now I’m starting to headcanon that Megumi has resorted to reading nonfiction because he does not want to be reminded of the bedtime stories that were read to him by Toji or Tsumiki. ❥ The titles of each shot is the indication of how old Megumi is in the scene. ❥ Also, planning more of this because why not. =p

ALL OF THEM HAVE THE SAME ENERGY AND WHAT ABOUT IT...

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOUR HONOUR

Also Gabi is blushing 😩😩

YEET

This is my all time favourite panel, I don't think y'all realise how much I love it.

-Gabi looking all pretty

-Falco being a gentleman (he was one from the beginning)

-Classy levi with newspaper

- 3 of my favourite characters

-Also they're in AOT's London so this makes it even better