tenipuri pairings

[prillalar]

Inui/Kaidoh is the book you re-read every year, tucked up on the couch with a blanket and a cup of tea.

Tezuka/Oishi is the moment of silence before the choir starts to sing.

Inui/Yanagi is the code with just one bug left in it and you're going to find it any minute now, for sure.

Inui/Tezuka is Apple's design aesthetic.

Momo/Kaidoh is the first half of the second pint of stout.

Tezuka/Ryoma is the wound that will never heal.


Now you.

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[alestar]

Inui/Kaidoh is the time you found out your high school janitor was fired because they found pornography and vaseline and an inflatable arm floaty in his locker, and you thought, startled, wow, what a great idea.

Tezuka/Oishi is the time your best friend leaned over to press a sweet kiss to the side of your face, sloppy drunk, and she didn't mean much by it, and now you're the only one who remembers it-- probably-- but it never mattered anyway, you're friends, you love her more than anything.

Inui/Yanagi is the time you were late for class and spilled your coffee getting out of your car, horrible, all over the seat, and the only thing you had to mop up the mess with was an old pulp sci-fi novel from the backseat floorboard, which you probably weren't ever going to read again; but then, staining the yellow-beige pages brown, in a hurry, you felt that old overwhelming affection well helplessly up.

Inui/Tezuka is the time you ran into a coworker in the women's restroom at an Italian restaurant-- you chatted about nothing, about work, circling deferentially around the small sink area-- and you realized for the first time how long her neck was, how big her hands were, how strange & sharp her gaze was when she wasn't squinting in the yellow office light.

Momo/Kaidoh is the time the rain on the road cupped your tire and hefted you into oncoming traffic, and you somehow reacted quickly and calmly enough to avoid a collision and make everything fine, which is good, you aren't suicidal-- and yet, there was something-- the crunch of metal-- you kind of wish it had--

Tezuka/Ryoma is the time you were waiting in line at the Bursar's Office and you looked over and saw a small blue rug with one corner flipped up-- maybe on purpose or maybe as a sympton of general disarray-- and you somehow suddenly knew that it embodied everything you want, which made no sense, really, since you could kind of see how it was related to what you want but not like this, not with a massive startled choking feeling like this.

[prillalar]

Inui/Yanagi is the time you were late for class and spilled your coffee getting out of your car, horrible, all over the seat, and the only thing you had to mop up the mess with was an old pulp sci-fi novel from the backseat floorboard, which you probably weren't ever going to read again; but then, staining the yellow-beige pages brown, in a hurry, you felt that old overwhelming affection well helplessly up.

Exactly.