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March 2018

ins and outs

smiling-liar:

This boy. This FUCKING cute boy, being CUTER than him without TRYING. Was he going for A FIGHT? Because he’d GET IT if he SO wanted for ONE. Yaguchi kept his smile despise the anger that boiled inside him at the sole thought of someone easily surpassing the cuteness he had worked so hard to achieve.

“Oh, are you sure I can pick? You worked so much today! You should get as much as you want, I’m ok with the left-overs, really” more like, he didn’t wanted to pick himself. If he had to do it, he’d be forced to pick the most sickeningly sweet pastry to go along with his own cute facade and then he’d feel like throwing up the whole day.

    Kyouhei hummed noncommittally and assessed the leftovers. He was disappointed that the fudge and cake pops were all sold out but hey, that was just business. Instead, there were a few slices of pumpkin bread, a berry muffin, and - if memory served - a few egg white sandwiches in the fridge.

“We could probably… the only thing we wouldn’t be able to split evenly is the muffin? You can one and a half slices of the pumpkin bread, two of the four leftover sandwiches, and uh… do you want to cut the muffin in half?”

    He didn’t mind doing so since it would get eaten either way, but it would get cold twice as fast if they had to slice it. He would much rather give up the whole thing then be the cause of its loss of perfect deliciousness.

Mar 31, 2018 8 notes
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Beginning of Something Awful

tsundere-model:

“Depends for what, but no one remembers everything all the time. And if you understand the how you can always get back to the knowledge in itself” he explained in a bored tone shaking his head from one side to the other.

Whether the crybaby -Kyouhei- accepted the suggestions or not, had nothing to do with Izumi. He just did his part in bringing up the possibilities that the boy was missing, but only Kyouhei could help himself.

“Hah? What kind of person would leave a crying guy on his own? Do i look like a fucking demon to you or something?” he retorted angrily, an eyebrow crooked and lips pursed together “It’s just normal so don’t think too much of it.”

He bit the inside of his cheek slightly, uncrossing and crossing again his legs, blue eyes checking the black of his own boots for a moment before looking back up at the guy.

“So, are we exchanging contact info or something? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it’d be better for my mental sanity to know you won’t be causing problems to others. I can spare some time for you every now and then if you so want it.”

A very roundabout way of saying he’d be willing to come and talk whenever the brunet wanted to.

    Even though he knew the question was rhetorical, Kyouhei couldn’t help but consider Izumi’s ‘demon’ question. The color of his hair and eyes, if they were natural, gave him a supernatural look, and his… holier-than-thou attitude spoke of something, for certain. Wasn’t Lucifer the prettiest angel before he fell, or something?

    Kyou was smart enough to keep this thought to himself, though.

    He startled out that train of whatever and stared disbelievingly at Izumi, who was offering to exchange info in a roundabout way? Honestly, it almost felt like the brunet was arranging for someone to babysit him at a later date.

“… do you want to punch your number into my phone? Or you could just leave um, some social media thing in the notes.” Kyou unlocked his phone and swiped to the screen containing the ‘contacts’ and ‘notes’ apps, then held it out to the silver-haired student.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you again in a situation less embarrassing on my part. No doubt you would too? That wasn’t-” he grimaced, realizing that a lot of conscious effort would have to be put into repressing that particular memory, “ideal.”

Mar 30, 2018 25 notes
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finality

florasions:

Avery may not have been a super rare name, but Kyouhei’s in its entirety definitely was. There were no doubts about it now. This was him. This was definitely him! Clapping his hands together, the photographer couldn’t help but let out a bark of laughter – two parts amusement and one part total disbelief.

“What are you doing here?”

The recognition and wonder in his voice should have been enough to answer Kyouhei’s question.

“Do I really look the same?” He couldn’t quite tell if that was a good or a bad thing. “You haven’t changed a bit!”

    Kyouhei jumped involuntarily at the characteristically sharp laughter of his (now confirmed) childhood friend. God, wouldn’t’ve been embarrassing if he’d been mistaken? That would’ve been the worst.

    He cleared his throat slightly before speaking again, trying to brush away and last remnants of his awkward uncertainty about the situation.

“Oh yeah, you look uh… the shape of your eyes and most of your face is the same, dude. Your hair threw me off, though. Why am I… here as in, um, Akounri or here,” he gestured around, “in particular?”

Mar 30, 2018 15 notes
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