6 Works by sunarin
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“Are you the one that’s been haunting the village over there?”
The siren peeked around the rock. His single visible eye had gone from a bright, burning turquoise to a more mellow shade of cerulean.
“Um, kind of? It’s—it’s a long story.”
“I was hired to exterminate you,” Mydei informed him mildly. It was a much less appealing prospect than it had been before he’d heard him speak, but well. Siren. That was the whole point. “You’ve been luring men to their deaths.”in which mydei takes a young, guileless siren under his wing, and suffers the consequences.
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When Keiji had first found out that the units next to him were empty, he’d felt like the luckiest man in the world. And now, lo and behold—what had once been his quiet, peaceful paradise had quickly turned into his worst nightmare.
in which keiji's new neighbor is loud, and bokuto is the world's worst (best) matchmaker.
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"He’s the hottest man alive, Hana-kun, I swear.”
Hanamaki hums noncommittally. “Did you say he wears a mask?”
“Yeah, why?”
Hanamaki and Yaku share a look, making identical tsk-ing sounds.
“Why?”
“It’s nothing, Atsumu, it’s just that—”
“What if he’s ugly?” Hanamaki interrupts.
“Don’t be crass, Hana-kun. But yeah, what if he’s ugly?”in which atsumu can't stop thinking about the boy with the mask.
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イチゴのショートケーキ : strawberry shortcake
whisk together eggs and sugar. add flour, butter, and milk. fold batter to combine. bake at 350°F for 20-25 minutes. spread a layer of fresh whipped cream and top with sliced strawberries. enjoy fresh, or after chilling overnight.in which rintarou tries to find a gift for his mother, and maybe gets one for himself along the way.
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The sun’s been there for them this whole time. On that evening, on every afternoon run they go on together, on this morning. Kiyoomi is grateful.
I could stay like this forever, Kiyoomi thinks. Just me and you and the sun.
in which kiyoomi appreciates what’s his.
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Atsumu thinks about a time before Kiyoomi. He doesn’t like it. He prefers this: a quiet, burning, powerful love. Love that means exchanging grocery lists that just say you, you, you, you, all the way down.
I love you. I want us both to eat well.
in which atsumu realizes love doesn’t have to be loud to be real.