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The five times Harua reaches out for Taki's hand, and the one time Taki reaches out for Harua's.
A 5+1 fic that explores Taki and Harua navigating their friendship, fears, and feelings.
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Yuma had seen Harua and Taki grow into their roles, and it struck him, not for the first time, how much they’d come to rely on each other. There had been a time when he’d felt something different toward Taki—a subtle hope, maybe. Yet, seeing Taki with Harua in times like this, Yuma felt something else.
Jo nodded, tracing his finger along the unfinished illustration in his sketchbook. “It’s rough, a little awkward. It doesn’t fit together quite as smoothly as you expect, but somehow…it works.” His gaze flicked up to Yuma, his expression thoughtful. “Harua and Taki, they’re like that. They’re not perfect—clunky in places, a bit unpolished. But the pieces still fit, even if it doesn’t always make sense at first.”
[Yuma-centric fic, in which Yuma comes to a significant realization involving Taki among other things]
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The apartment—if it could be called that—was a cramped, second-story walk-up above a convenience store. Half of that space was dedicated to their fledgling animation studio: a rickety desk with mismatched chairs, two monitors perched precariously on stacks of books, and a makeshift lightbox cobbled together from plexiglass and a desk lamp. The other half served as their living quarters, though the lines between the two blurred daily.
“You’re too pragmatic,” Harua continued, flipping onto his stomach and propping his chin on his hands. “Where’s the pizzazz? The heart? The—”
“The deadline,” Jo interrupted, finally glancing up. His round eyes held the faintest glimmer of exasperation, though his voice remained calm. “If we spend three weeks on hand-drawn sequences, we’ll miss it.”
Harua groaned and rolled onto his back, staring at the water-stained ceiling as though it might offer inspiration. “Deadlines are the death of creativity.”
“And rent is the death of hapless animators,” Jo countered.
[Fresh out of college, Harua and Jo launch an animation studio—but their biggest challenge might just be a flirtatious barista and a mysterious bookstore owner who inspire more than just their work]
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Asakura Jo.
Yuma recognized him vaguely, a face plucked from the archives of his freshman year, though back then, Jo had mostly kept to himself. Jo always sat at the edges of lecture halls, immersed in a book. But it wasn’t just Jo himself that had Yuma lingering, glancing at him. It was the book.
Jo’s paperback had a cloth dust jacket, an intricate weave of greens and browns, with tiny embroidered trees lining the edges. It looked handmade, snugly fit around the book’s cover. Yuma squinted, trying to catch the title, but the jacket obscured it completely. The mystery gnawed at him.
What kind of book needed a cover like that?
[in which Yuma spots Jo on a train reading a book with an interesting dust jacket]
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Harua sat on the floor near the practice room wall, leaning back against the cool surface. A packet of freeze-dried strawberries rested in his lap, but he wasn’t eating them anymore. He squinted before popping another strawberry into his mouth, chewing harder as if that would make the thought go away.
“I think I like…”
[a comedy of errors inspired by Harua, Maki and Nico’s Weverse live where Harua accidentally blurts out “oh shit”]
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“The stage is set,” Maki muttered under his breath. “Two affectionate idiots who don’t know they’re halfway in love.”
He wasn’t going to let this chance slip by. With the older members gone, there’d be no interruptions, no teasing remarks from the others to distract them. And what better way to nudge these two in the right direction than a movie about complicated friendships, unspoken emotions, and “defying gravity”?
Standing, Maki dusted off his sweatpants and headed toward the kitchen. If there was one thing he knew, it was that heightened emotions required fuel—both literal and metaphorical. Snacks, sure. But more importantly, caffeine. Lots of caffeine. Harua, in particular, had an impressively low tolerance for it. One strong cup of coffee, and the poor guy would be buzzing for hours. That, combined with Taki’s natural inclination to play the role of Harua’s caretaker, would create the perfect storm.
[in which Maki decides to play matchmaker by inviting Taki and Harua to a Wicked movie night in the dorm]
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Harua has never been in love before now. His best friend Riki has stolen his heart and he's finding the courage to confess.
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"tình yêu có nghĩa là gì?"
"là cậu"