I’m Finally Getting Caught Up On The Windbreaker Manga— And I Just!!!

*siiiiigh*… i miss writing these types of things >.<

curse mental illness— by the time i end up bounced back enough (and allowed on my own) i feel most people don’t write for wbk as much :(

𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕤 + 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

Incl. Ren Kaji, Tasuku Tsubakino, Toma Hiragi, + Hajime Umemiya

Apologies some are longer than others!

ℝ𝔼ℕ 𝕂𝔸𝕁𝕀

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ:

This man spends the entire day before your date staring in the mirror at himself and screaming into a pillow because; hello? He asked you on a date? And you agreed?

He is definitely the kind of guy who, when panicked, ghosts people. Not maliciously, but solely because when he's anxious he just avoids the situation in its entirety. You can thank Hiragi he doesn't do that this time.

Doesn't wear his headphones on your date, but does keep them around his neck, and if you're quiet enough you can faintly hear music playing from them. He keeps them close enough to focus on if he gets too anxious or too upset, but not on so he can hear you when you talk.

He keeps the suckers though; but if you had ever mentioned a favorite flavor of yours you'd be surprised to notice that these ones he's eating happen to be your favorite flavor.

You find yourself at an arcade with him; nothing too jam-packed because dealing with large crowds would not be fun, but it's not so empty that it feels awkward.

He definitely overthought it before you two arrived there, and is overthinking it while you two are there.

But he pays for all the tokens, buys you both sodas or waters or whatever you want, plays whatever games you want to or suggest, and it takes the third game for you to tell him to stop going easy on you and give you an actual challenge.

He ends up kicking your ass at almost every game you two played, but you win 2/5 rounds of air hockey, so you count that as a win.

Combines all your points/tickets at the end and sends you away so he can choose a prize for you; he ends up with fewer tickets than he thought so he ends up with a small, plushie of a whale. He's embarrassed, but it's soft and has the cutest beady eyes.

The date lasts for a few hours, and he walks you home, awkwardly brushing his pinky against yours before you take the initiative and take his hand.

Drops you off at your place with a kiss on the cheek

You text him a selfie of you in your PJs later that night, holding your whale plushie and he makes it his wallpaper almost immediately,

𝕋𝔸𝕊𝕌𝕂𝕌 𝕋𝕊𝕌𝔹𝔸𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕆

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ:

Is the definition of looking cool on the outside, looking cool on the inside.

Is more excited than anything, no room for nerves, you on the other hand?

Who wouldn't be nervous? Have you seen Tsubaki?

He helps the pair of you plan your outfits days before, matching colors and patterns, hairstyles, and accessories.

The moment you two are out and about together you already look like a power couple; and with the confidence he holds your hand all your nerves disappear.

He takes it slow and simple; taking you for coffee and sweets, sitting outside on their cute patio to talk for literal hours.

He's the type of guy who wants you to try a sip of his drink and a bite of his food and is holding out his fork with a little bit of pastry on the end for you to eat. When he puts his fork down he tells you you have some icing on your face and wipes it off with his thumb, and then he puts his thumb in his mouth, it's such a small, and simple thing but your face is red can you tell who my favorite is?

You two go through a handful of drinks and sweets while sitting there, and for each new order he insists on going up and ordering for you, paying, and taking cute pictures of your drinks together whenever they're served really cute

Once you two are done at the cafe, and Tsubaki has plenty of new selfies with you and candids of you, you two go to a clothing shop that he had found, something small and locally owned, and I can imagine you two doing fashion shows for each other

My friends and I used to do this; but you two pick out outfits for each other, trying to make outfits that fit each others style or outfits you think the other would look amazing in

You take turns trying them on and showing them off; and no matter what Tsubaki is wearing he looks so absolutely amazing you forget how to breath a few times

You go with the notion that you’re window shopping and just trying clothes on for fun, but little do you know he buys himself your favorite outfit he wore and you your favorite outfit your wore

You try and argue against this but he just shuts you up with a kiss; hand cupping your jaw, tilting your head up softly, looking at you so soft and sweet before he’s leaning down to press his lips against yours, so feather light and sweet before he pulls back

You’re stunned into silence, face red and lips tinged the same shade as his lipstick

He tells you you both can wear the outfits on your next date, and takes your hand in his, continuing to a pastry shop that’s nearby

𝕋𝕆𝕄𝔸 ℍ𝕀ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕀

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ:

He is the definition of looking cool on the outside, is terrified on the inside.

He had an entire box of gas-kun10 in the twelve hours before your date, and it takes everything out of him not to bring out a box on your date.

A gentleman; brings you flowers and picks you up early enough so you can put them in a vase of water before you leave.

I agree with a lot of head-canons that say he seems more traditional? In the gentleman, chivalry sense; and I agree

He holds his arm out for you to hold when you leave; walking closer to the street so you’re further away from any cars (regardless of how few) and any bikes going by

He definitely follows the movie and dinner thing; having genuinely, subtly found a movie coming out that you had wanted to see and taking you to a mid-afternoon showing

He buys your favorite drink and snacks

I imagine he also makes sure to bring his jacket (and hope you forgets yours) so in case the theatre is chilly he can lend you his jacket

It is chilly, and he does lend you his jacket

He also puts his arm around your shoulders while watching the movie; and everything he does is so cliche but dear god is your heart fluttering

He takes you to a nice restaurant afterwards, and you two have a quiet little table, talking about the movie, about the other Furin boys, about your school life and friends

He remembers your friends names and family members names and asks about how they are and just makes you feel so listened to

When he drops you off at home he literally asks if he can kiss you

Brushes your hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your jawline, resting at your chin as he tilts your head upwards

He kisses you softly and slowly, no expectations behind the kiss; he lets you lead the kiss, lets you end the kiss when you want

It was a simple kiss yet the man leaves you winded

Calls you later that night to talk and unwind, planning another date for the following week

ℍ𝔸𝕁𝕀𝕄𝔼 𝕌𝕄𝔼𝕄𝕀𝕐𝔸

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ:

I think he barges into Pothos to panic to Kotoha because he's never been on a date?

She helps as much as she can before kicking him out.

He debates a lot of ideas, literally has a list on his phone of ideas and pros and cons for each place, and he's read them out to literally everyone.

Poor Sakura almost had an aneurysm, Sugishita nodded along to every idea thrown his way, and Hiragi swore he had a stomach ulcer.

He picks you up in the early afternoon, and takes you to a local café; not Pothos (Kotoha threatened him to go somewhere else where his friends don't hang out); and you two snack on sweets, coffee, and tea before you go to the next place.

I imagine that this man still has to include some of his own interests, so he had found an open garden type park nearby— someplace with lots of flowers in bloom, butterflies and honey bees flying all around

It’s a beautiful place really; and he pays for a special bouquet for you, wrapped with a cute ribbon

You carry it around, and it ends up being the only thing he allows you to carry

He’s carrying your jacket, your purse, any bags from things you buy (he pays for, regardless of how much you argue)

The garden has little areas to sit and relax, and he’s offering to buy you any drinks or snacks, and turns the garden date into a mini picnic as well

He’s definitely the kind of guy to sit there and watch you, leaning on his hand with a dopey look on his face while you talk about anything— and the look on his face makes you feel so vulnerable and warm you find yourself stuttering and stammering without him even saying a word

When the sun starts setting he walks you home, and he’s the kind of guy who has an arm wrapped around your shoulders as you two walk, the tips of his fingers brushing against your bicep in an almost tickling way

He’s so sweet and happy when he drops you off at home, walking inside to put your stuff down because he still won’t let you carry any of your stuff, and he even starts putting any leftover food away without you asking

Like Hiragi, he asks if he can kiss you, and as soft as he was on the date, his kiss is closer to smoldering

It’s heavy, it’s fast, and it’s over so quick that your brain is reeling

He grins at you like he didn’t just physically steal your breath away, telling you goodnight, kissing your forehead before leaving

He texts you later that night, cute little plant pictures and promises for another date

𝔸/ℕ: I am very well aware that Tsubaki is in love with Umemiya (he and me both) BUT I am also way too in love and invested in the Great King that is Tsubakino so he's included. Also, this is my first go at writing for Windbreaker, so if anything is OOC or bad... I'm so sorry. I’ll hopefully get better! >.<

Source: This

sometimes i wish i wasn’t terrified to write smut

but i am :(

wind breaker / happy birthday, TSUBAKI!

If it makes any of you feel better, Donald Trump will have an uphill battle to change the constitution. He will need:

-2/3 of Senators (60)

-2/3 of the House of Representatives (290)

-3/4 of the states (38)

In 2026, 33 senate seats will be up for grabs, and we’ll be able to vote for people who are against Trump and his ideals.

Breathe and remain hopeful because it’s not over. We can still fight and make Trump’s last four years hell.

Happy birthday Kiryuu!

one of my earliest oc’s has been on my mind lately

it was a freaking supernatural oc and i adored her with my entire being

Misguided Hearts

Part Two Here: The Blind (No Longer) Leading the Blind

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous person by nature. That was a trait that had long been knocked out of you. When you were younger, almost too young to remember, you had been envious over the simplest of things. Good food at every meal, three meals a day, a warm bed during the winter, the kids at your school having friends and family.

Those feelings were so old they felt like dusty memories, your parents doing all they could to make sure you never had to deal with those feelings or memories again. 

In their own way of course, your dad’s love languages were one you had to grow attuned to.

Jealousy was a green eyed monster you hadn’t felt in what felt like eons, so it was annoying for you to realize that the tight feeling in your chest was, in fact, jealousy.

Not that you’d ever admit it out loud.

No, you’d rather stick to glaring when no one was looking, and bottling up the anger and insecurities that festered in your mind.

You hadn’t realized, however, your glare had been turned upon your teacher, who thankfully was unaware of your stare. Your friends, however, were not.

Erasa’s hand waving in front of you brought your attention back, and you soon realized that everyone was filing out of the classroom. The blonde gave you a worried look, “Jeez you okay? I know class isn’t fun but you look like you wanna kill our teacher!”

You chuckled nervously, picking up your belongings, you and Erasa scurrying down the steps to get to the door, Gohan and Videl already waiting for you two, talking quietly amongst themselves. 

“Just have a lot on my mind I suppose.” You mused, smiling as Gohan and Videl’s attention shifted to the two of you.

Gohan’s eyebrows furrowed at your statement, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, was just,” You pursed your lips, pretending to be mulling over your thoughts instead of coming up with a believable lie, “Thinking about a conversation mom and I had earlier. Some stuff about working for Capsule Corp after I graduate.” 

“Hey that’s pretty cool!” Videl playfully punched your arm, “You and your mom are certified geniuses— you’ll rule over the science world as mother and daughter!”

Despite the still simmering jealousy, you couldn’t help but laugh at her quip, “Yeah, see what else we can shove in a capsul.”

Erasa gasped, “Do you think you can make me a portable makeup vanity?”

“I mean… I guess so?” The blonde beamed at you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders with a tight squeeze, “I’d have to run it by mom and see if she’d let me use her lab but—”

“I’ll wait as long as I have to for it! A personal build from you? Everyone will be jealous!”

It took you a moment, reeling from Erasa’s tight embrace, to notice that Gohan and Videl had trailed off behind you two, whispering quietly. Gohan’s face was bright red. You knew he was easier to fluster, but this was a level you hadn’t truly seen before. Videl looked amused but annoyed, a rare fond and soft look in her eyes.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” You kept your voice level, the simmering jealousy growing to a bubbling boil.

Erasa glanced behind you, pouting when she realized Videl wasn’t by her side again, “Probably something secret.” She sighed, “They’ve been hanging out a lot lately.”

“Oh?”

You glanced at the blonde who was staring wistfully at Videl, “Yeah. Gohan’s been putting a pause on our girl time! He doesn’t even paint her nails, look at them! They’re all chipped and peeling ‘cause she hadn’t been to mind in like a week!”

You hummed, seeing the moment the pair realized they were being watched, smiling sheepishly at the two of you, “Must be important, whatever they’re talking about.”

Erasa huffed, “Can’t be that important.”

But from the way Gohan’s blush had yet to die down as the walked back to you two, you had a gut feeling that wasn’t true.

“What about a capsul boba shop?”

“Erasa that’s not really a necessity?”

- - -

“What’s got you so down in the dumps?”

You lifted your head from where it had been buried in your pillows, bleerily looking over to your door. Your mother was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with a soft, worried smile on her face. Huffing, you sat up on your bed, holding your plush dragon Gohan had won for you when you were younger. He said it reminded him of his dragon companion, Icarus, and you two had dubbed this one Daedalus. 

“Nothing.”

She rolled her eyes, stepping into your room with a huff, “That’s a lie and we both know it.” 

You didn’t respond, opting to flop backwards, falling onto your bed, glaring up at the ceiling.

“You know Trunks has even noticed you’ve been acting weird,” You felt the edge of your bed dip, your mom’s gentle hand shifting some stray hairs from your face, “I had to tell him he can’t just go fight random people at your school. He thinks you’re being bullied.”

Despite the negative cloud dampening your mood you couldn’t help but snort, “As if anyone there could bully me.”

“That’s right,” She grinned, “Me and your dad raised you too well to be picked on. You’d just kick all their asses.”

There was a lapse of silence over the two of you, your mom studying your features, you trying to figure out how to bring up your dilemma without creating a huge deal.

Finally you opted on a question, “Mom— did dad ever like… have interest in other women? Before you?”

She blinked, clearly not expecting a question like that to be shot her way, and she snorted, “Honey, despite a select few your father still can’t stand humans. It was hard enough to get him to look at me, no, he wasn’t interested in any other women. And his team before here was all men, and he doesn’t swing that way. We all had our thoughts with his obsession with Goku but…”

You just groaned, that was not that answer you had been hoping for. Your mother picked up on that.

“When I was dating Yamcha I had to deal with that,” She offered.

“Yeah well Yamcha thinks he’s some golden boy player,” You rolled your eyes, hugging Daedalus closer to you.

“You’re not wrong.” She paused, waiting for you to meet her gaze before asking, “Is this about Gohan?”

Your cheeks burned before you could even answer, eyes widening with embarrassment, “Mom!”

She started cackling, “Oh my— I was right!”

You sat up, hitting her side with the pillow you had been laying on, “Stop it— stop laughing at me!”

“Honey I’m not laughing at you!” She stopped your assault, “Chichi and I have been talking about this since the two of you became friends if I’m being honest.”

You wrinkled your nose, pout forming on your lips, “Yeah well… I think he’s into Videl.”

She blinked at you, head tilting curiously, “That’s Mr. Satan’s daughter, right?”

“Yeah. They’ve been hanging out a lot one on one lately. According to Erasa they’ve been getting lunch after school and studying together in the library.” You huffed, dramatically falling so your head was resting on your mother’s lap, “All those pre-date type activities high schoolers do.”

“Studying was not a pre-dating activity when I was in high school,” She muttered under her breath, and you glared up at her, “Right. Not helpful. Well— they could just be hanging out? As friends?”

“I mean— I guess. But Erasa seems to also think it’s something more.”

Your mom ran her fingers across your hair, a gentle motion she started doing when you were younger and would wake from nightmares. You felt the tension bleeding out of your body, shoulders untensing as she continued.

“It makes sense, doesn’t it? She’s Mr. Satan’s daughter. She’s all into fighting and sparring— she’s strong and she’s gorgeous.”

“You act like you’re not strong and gorgeous.”

You grumbled, cuddling into your mother, opting to not respond. She sighed, “I know these feelings suck right now, but I think you’re reading too much into it. Videl and Gohan just seem like really good friends.”

“Yeah, until them being good friends goes into more,” You said, empty venom in your voice.

“Why are you guys talking about Gohan and Videl?”

You both jumped, Trunks standing in your doorway, soda can in hand, eyeing you two curiously, “Are they bullying you?”

“No, they’re not bullying me.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “You’d tell me if they were, right? I’d destroy them both!”

Your mom rolled her eyes, “You sound just like your father.”

Your little brother beamed, his intentions to beat up two of your friends forgotten.

“Besides,” You stood up with a smirk, ruffling your brothers hair as you moved out to the hall, “You’d lose.”

- - -

While your brother fighting your friends was off the table, him fighting your teacher was not. Of course the man had assigned pairs for this upcoming project, worth over half of your grades.

And of course you were paired with Gohan.

Videl had been paired with some girl you vaguely knew, Ryushin. She was sweet, and smart enough. Erasa had been paired up with one of the flirty jocks, so Videl had arranged for the four of them to work on their projects together. It made sense why, Videl was a very protective friend, she wanted to keep an eye on the blonde.

Which meant you and Gohan were by yourselves in your room, quietly working amongst yourselves.

“So I have a question.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I might have an answer.”

He placed his pen down, turning his attention to you, “Is Trunks mad at me?”

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it, “What?”

“When your mom let me in, I’m used to Vegeta’s quips, I grew up with them, but Trunks started mimicking him.” You looked at him, baffled, “I was confused. Vegeta looked overjoyed. I think Bulma’s tearing into him for corrupting your brother honestly.”

“Oh, so that was the yelling,” You muttered, glancing towards the direction of the living area, “Not that I know of?”

Unless he was still thinking Gohan was the reason you’d been so upset lately. 

Which wasn’t entirely untruthful.

He didn’t look fully convinced, but seemed ready to drop the topic. A few peaceful moments passed before he looked like he wanted to bring something else up. “So, I have some exciting news.”

“Oh?”

“The other day after class Videl and I were talking.”

You felt your throat suddenly go dry, blinking a few times, trying to regain to momentary lapse in cool you had felt. “About what?”

“Well, she,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “There was this new coffee shop that opened up nearby. We’ve passed it a few times, actually. The one with the pink umbrellas outside?”

“Oh yeah,” You nodded, remembering commenting about how cute it was, wanting to go there at some point after school.

“Right, well, she had the great idea of us going on a double date there!”

Oh.

Oh.

You felt your heart shatter, a stammering feeling in your chest. 

They were already dating?

Was that what they were talking about the other day? Maybe they were trying to figure out how to drop the bomb to you and Erasa. Worried the balance in your little group would shift. 

Gohan seemed to grow nervous at your silence, and you forced yourself to smile at him, trying to convey as much happiness through the look as you could.

“I think that’d be so fun!”

He seemed relieved, “R- Really?”

You nodded, “I’ve been wanting to go there since I saw it, and it seems like a cute place for a date!”

The smile on his face was blinding, and the shakiness of his hands, the nervousness in his eyes disappeared quickly, “That’s— yeah! Yeah! I think that’s one reason Videl suggested it, you and Erasa and some others in our class have been talking about it, so it seemed perfect!”

You smiled, eyes falling down to your notebook, absentmindedly tapping your pen, “So, when should we go?”

“I know you’re doing a work study with your mom, and Videl’s been helping her dad at his dojo after school. We were thinking Saturday morning? They have some breakfast stuff there too, we’ve been looking over their menu.”

You nodded, mind reeling and heart hammering. It was taking all your will power not to start tearing up, fighting to keep a smile on your face, “Saturday is absolutely perfect.”

He smiled at you, his usual shy persona coming back for a moment, glancing down at his notebook before looking back up at you, “I’m so happy you agreed. I was so worried you wouldn’t.”

You hadn’t wanted to, honestly. Who was going to be your date? Was it one of Videl’s friends? Erasa’s friends? You’d rather not waste a Saturday with some stranger, watching as Videl and Gohan talked and flirted, while you seethed with jealousy and sadness. 

But Gohan looked so happy you agreed.

He was probably nervous and needed support.

You could do that, you suppose.

“I’d do anything for you,” And that was the truth.

His cheeks tinged pink, a dopey smile on his face.

A/N: As much as I'm MIA from this blog, it's always in the back of my mind. I came up with this idea at like 1 a.m. last night. Requests are open if at any point anyone wishes to send one in. Lord knows I could use the brain power.

absolutely mortified that his friends know he is a good polite boy 😔

THIS WAS THE BEST THING TO WAKE UP TO >.<

ah this moodboard event seems so fun! >.< I’m gonna do my best to send enough detail but not go overboard!!!

so my selfship is with Tsubakino from wb, I just adore him sm!

I don’t entirely know what to put so I’ll do my best! very coquette with outfits and style, literally one of my favorite aesthetics I can only dream of wearing irl because of my job :( but also loves playing volleyball, bc that sport is genuinely so fun >.<

w tsubakino they’re outfits are always coordinated and on point, envy of all couple outfits because it’s tsubakino so obviously— shopping dates, coffee dates, at home spa nights, movie nights, etc. just soft and loving, and they’re each others best friends

they both love decorating for the holiday season— their apartments, their classrooms, helping the town decorate, helping (forcing) kotoha to decorate her cafe as well! as well as being able to give presents to show their friends how much they mean to them, even tho in Japan chrismtas is mostly about romantic love they also love showing platonic love for their friends as well

always at some point get caught under the mistletoe by “accident” w out fail

no colors or things I don’t want! i love this time of year >.<

Number one can I just say how obsessed I am with your selfship??? Like HELLO?? Honestly an OTP, me and Satoru Nii just got off the phone and he told me its canon now. Tsubaki is so slept on and doesnt get the love he so deserves so this makes me so happy.

The matching outfits?? Decorating together?? Its all so stinking cute and I'm officially obsessed with the both of you. I can just imagine you both going to a cozy cafe in your matching outfits looking like ICONS (me and Suo are shipping you both for sure!)

I kinda took the coquette thing and RAN with it, I hope you enjoy!

Suprise! A little drabble for you (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀*)♡

Tsubaki hummed, making sure his lips were perfectly glossed as he headed towards where you were waiting for him. There was nothing more he adored than the way his signature red looked against you lips. He had been very strategic when asking for you to wait while he got two mugs of cocoa. He knew every place where Ume had sneakily hung a bushel of mistletoe. Smiling to himself when he saw you exactly where he wanted you, away from your crowd of friends at Ume’s annual holiday party. He swooned, even after all this time you still managed to get his heart racing, it pounding in his ears much louder than the clack of his heels against the snow coated cobblestone.

“There you are, my love.” He smiled, approaching with the two mugs. “Its so pretty out here with all the lights and the falling snow.” He hums, before smiling at you and handing off the cocoa. “Not as beautiful as you of course, but close enough I guess.”

He giggled, launching you to repeat the action before teasing him calling him sappy before taking a sip of the warm liquid. Shaking his head, before taking a drink of his own. Only to feign a noise of surprise a moment later. Pointing upward, your gaze following a manicured finger to where the touch of green hung in the archway of the gazebo.

“Would you look at that, mistletoe.” The tone in Tsubaki’s voice absolutely gave him away, that this was not as “accidental” as he would lead you to believe. “Well, you know how the tradition goes, angel.”

He smiles, taking a step forward, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind your eyes, admiring the way the lights reflect off the beautiful blue of your eyes. Wasting no more time as he dips his head, capturing your lips with his own. The hand not holding his mug comes up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. He lets out a contented him against your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away and pressing his forehead against your own.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He coos, awarded with the sight of his signature color against your lips, sure he may have tricked you to get you under the mistletoe, but he was sure you didn’t mind too much. Especially not with the way you connect your lips once more.