✅️ Vetted By @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Ngl, this specific panel scratches my brain. It makes me wonder what that could mean overall when it comes to world-building and their abilities playing off each other.

To "rip through both abilities and space itself" could suggest that they can transcend typical physical boundaries (going beyond the usual limits or constraints of the physical world, often implying breaking through limitations or achieving something extraordinary).

So, since they're able to affect space to such an extent, I imagine, theoretically, they could interact with concepts like time or even traverse different universes.

That is, of course, if we consider time and space as interconnected (as per general relativity).

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they are so silly 😭

SOBBING.

i saw that you would write sibling stuff and i got a little too excited with sm ideas but i'll request just one for now (expect more from here on ehehe if you want to ofc!!) (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟokay okay hear me out, rin itoshi with a little sister (1-2 yrs) reader that acts too much like sae. they have a good relationship and all but he can't help but see him in her and it makes him sad (or something like that,,)

“𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦?”

a/n: rin needs therapy so bad bro

(i wish i knew art credits bc it's so good 😭)

you don’t mean to do it. 

you’re not trying to mimic him, or rub salt into an old wound that’s only just started scabbing over, but sometimes, when you talk, when you look at rin like that, all sharp-eyed and unimpressed, he feels like he’s back at that damn kitchen table, 14 and losing everything all at once. 

“your posture’s slipping,” you say from the couch, phone in hand, eyes flicking up from whatever reel you were watching. 

rin’s on the floor doing stretches, and he exhales slowly through his nose. not because you’re wrong, he had started to slack, but because that exact phrase, tone and all, sounds exactly like sae. 

you don’t notice. or maybe you do, and you’re just like him enough not to say anything. 

“thanks,” rin mumbles, readjusting his form. he sees your lips twitch. amused. knowing. 

and maybe that’s what stings the most – how much you know. 

you were only a year younger. too young to understand the full weight of it back then, but old enough to remember the silence, the way rin stopped smiling overnight, the cold war that bloomed in the house like rot. you were always quieter after that. sharper. more like sae. 

it’s not just the snark or the way you call out his bullshit. it’s the late nights, the obsessive drive, the way you train until your knuckles are raw and your voice is gone. the way you’d rather chew glass than ask for help. sae’s ambition lives in your spine. it walks in your footsteps. 

and gosh, rin hates it. 

not because you’re like sae, but because it means you might leave like he did. 

you’re both older now. you still bicker, you still steal each other’s socks, but you have each other’s backs. always. and yet rin finds himself watching you too long, too often, memorizing the slope of your shoulders, the sound of your laugh, the little things he can hold onto in case one day he blinks and you’re gone too. 

“you spacing out again?” you ask, flipping your phone over. “don’t cry, rin. i know my critiques are brutal.” 

he snorts, half a smile pulling at his lips. 

“you’re not that funny.” 

“neither are you, but here we are.” 

he wants to say don’t be like him. don’t burn yourself out. don’t leave me behind. 

instead, he just says, “you coming to my match this weekend?” 

“duh,” you reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. and to you, it is. 

and when you’re cheering from the stands, arms crossed, pretending you’re not invested, but clapping anyway, he sees sae again. 

but for once, it doesn’t hurt as much. 

you stayed. 

and maybe that’s enough. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

Isagi is such a romantic. A good romcom or shoujo manga has him yearning for a love story of his own.

So once you two officially become a couple, he’s beyond excited to be the ideal dream boyfriend. He finally gets to live out his fantasies of being the loving boyfriend who spoils you, surprising you with flowers “just because” or winning you a giant teddy bear by destroying a simple carnival game. He practically skips to the car door to open it for you, holding out his hand for you to hold as you exit the vehicle and walk with him towards the restaurant he made reservations for months in advance. You never go a morning without a sweet good morning text, and never end the day without a sweet good night text. He plans cute dates like picnics in the park or late night walks on the beach, his social media page full of photos of you smiling lovingly back at him.

And while it’s no competition, Isagi wears your praises of best boyfriend ever with pride. His heart flutters with every sweet word and kiss that leaves your lips, making him want to be an even better boyfriend for you.

That being said, in his eyes, the real prize isn’t the title of best boyfriend itself but instead it’s seeing you so happy and loved purely because of him<3

Leeseo 🤍💌🐚

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