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types of mornings | bokuto

the weekday mornings Surprisingly, every weekday morning, Bokuto would be the first to wake up. You would hear his bones pop into place with a lazily done morning routine, and you, still half-asleep, would internally swear at him and his loud-ass bones for rousing you from sweet, sweet dream land. “Ah! I should probably cook breakfast!” He would always exclaim, even if he was fresh from a long bout of sleep. And whenever he said that, you’d be out of bed in milliseconds, fearing for your poor wooden house and anime merch. “Fuck you man…” “What?! Babe, what’d I do?!!” “Just fuck

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types of mornings | bokuto

the weekday mornings Surprisingly, every weekday morning, Bokuto would be the first to wake up. You would hear his bones pop into place with a lazily done morning routine, and you, still half-asleep, would internally swear at him and his loud-ass bones for rousing you from sweet, sweet dream land. “Ah! I should probably cook breakfast!” He would always exclaim, even if he was fresh from a long bout of sleep. And whenever he said that, you’d be out of bed in milliseconds, fearing for your poor wooden house and anime merch. “Fuck you man…” “What?! Babe, what’d I do?!!” “Just fuck

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Salty | Five Tastes | Tsukishima Kei

━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━ Day 1: Salty Salted Caramel Tarts ━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━    “(Y/N), I told you not to come here without telling me!”    Tsukishima hisses, his tall figure in the doorframe blocking you from going past the entryway of his house. Even though he’s slim, trying to sidestep him isn’t working, and you can’t see over those shoulders of his.    “If you didn’t want me to, you shouldn’t have left the door unlocked!”    “W

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types of mornings | bokuto

the weekday mornings Surprisingly, every weekday morning, Bokuto would be the first to wake up. You would hear his bones pop into place with a lazily done morning routine, and you, still half-asleep, would internally swear at him and his loud-ass bones for rousing you from sweet, sweet dream land. “Ah! I should probably cook breakfast!” He would always exclaim, even if he was fresh from a long bout of sleep. And whenever he said that, you’d be out of bed in milliseconds, fearing for your poor wooden house and anime merch. “Fuck you man…” “What?! Babe, what’d I do?!!” “Just fuck

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