luneiris
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- Haikyuu!! (9)
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At the far back, with his back turned to Hinata, hunched over a desk and peering through a microscope, is a man. One hand carefully twists the fine adjustment knob, while the other pens down information without looking. Inky hair, clearly left to its own devices, rests against his nape.
The desk is sat right in front of a large window spanning the width of the entire room, and an otherworldly glow reflects onto every glass and surface.
Hinata clears his throat.
The man—Kageyama—slowly lifts his head and turns in his chair. Striking blue eyes search and find Hinata fast, look him up and down and finally settle not on Hinata’s face, but just off to the side, almost as if to feign eye contact.
“... And you are?” Kageyama asks very reasonably.
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Three years after the first corpse came back from certain death and bit a nurse, Japan has become a wasteland with over 90% of the population dead and risen once more. Those who survived the initial wave formed groups and stuck together, but not without their own agendas beyond survival in a world that has turned against them.
Some fight to live while others fight to be seen, to be loved, to be reunited, for peace of mind or to find something to live for.
But life has always been unfair, and death waits on no one.
[probably discontinued ngl]
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- Part 3 of Ways to Live
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It took them 10 years of journeying across the ocean plundering merchant ships for repairs, to survive, and to gain hostages to get to this point. All of that because of a theory, a tale told by Rintarou, and their belief in it and him.
“What happens now?” Atsumu asked, fidgeting with the cuff of his shirt.
Kita was as still as a statue. “Patience.”
Atsumu supposed that after all these years, they could wait a little longer.
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- Part 1 of The Deadly Seas & Its Monstrous Depths
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Hanamaki pursed his lips, and his frown deepened. “You look ill.”
He reached out and placed his warm hand against Matsukawa’s forehead, brushing aside a few damp curls. He made a questioning noise, deliberating whether he deemed Matsukawa fine or not.
Matsukawa, meanwhile, couldn’t help but stare up at Hanamaki. He truly stood right there, alive and well, in front of him, exactly how he remembered him looking—from the slightly messy haircut to those grey eyes brimming with life.
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In which Hanamaki keeps dying, and Matsukawa keeps trying to prevent that from happening.
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“... Suna, how is the situation?”
Kita’s voice came through the speaker. Surprising. He rarely concerned himself with emergency calls from agents.
“Fucked up,” Suna said. “Situation is fucked up, Kita. Osamu got shot -- How the fuck did anyone find us here?!”
“Suna, watch yourself and calm down. When Miya called, we had Komori manually comb through the security vault, and he discovered an information breach. We assume your location was found out this way.”
Suna grunted, barely refraining from rolling his eyes. It wasn’t like Kita could see him, and if he could, Suna would definitely not be rolling anything at all.