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☆ shintaro kisaragi role-play

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A smile curved higher upon her lips at the sight of him flushing at the nickname, the blushing maiden look certainly not unwelcome. He was never going to be a prince charming, that much was for sure, but Ene couldn’t say she minded. She’d never been one for fairy tales, even in the farthest reaches of childhood and teenage crushes.

Though, maybe they did get some things right.

The feeling of his arm curling around her brought an answering warmth to her own cheeks, nestled closer still and tilting her head to maintain eye contact. She needed this. She’d needed him, just as much as the reverse had been true over the time they’d spent together, the former cyber girl could only wonder what she would have done without the boy before her after losing her body, the people she had cared about most… everything had been swept out from under her feet just as quickly, and it would have been so easy to drown under the weight of it all.

He’d saved her just as much as any reverse was true.

The game controller fell, mostly forgotten, from her fingers as they instead wound into Shintaro’s shirt. It wasn’t difficult to miss the cues, her own flush deepening as he moved towards her lips. Maybe she’d have to rethink his chances of being prince (not so) charming…

In the meantime, it was easier to wind her hands behind his neck and pull the other the rest of the way until their lips finally met.

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         The younger of the two felt his blush simmer down after a few seconds passed of simply looking into each other's eyes. There was something calming about her face, he thought to himself, and after a moment, she wiggled somewhat closer to him.  The black waves of hair framed her face perfectly. Ene certainly was pretty; those sharp eyes of her's always observing, eyelashes casting shadows on her cheekbones. 

         He heard the small noise of the controller falling onto the floor and out of her fingers, her head tilting up his meet his and her lips parting. This close, he could feel the cool air of her breath and feel the heat radiating off her skin. Shintaro felt the blush re-ignite the moment her cheeks went reddened-- Ene blushing because of him was a miracle.

          "Ene..." He said again, swallowing down his nerves. Her arms lifted and locked him in place. There was no escape (as if he ever would do such a thing).

         He closed the distance between them with a kiss. Ene's lips felt warm on his and the thought caused the heat in his chest to just about burst. Mentally shaking himself into reality, Shintaro let his eyes close so that he could focus on the feel of her. His arms circled around her slender waist to pull her further in, brows furrowing as he broke the kiss for a small gasp of oxygen, immediately going in for another.

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ϡ wink wonk

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you. / hxroisms

         "Ayano—.."

         Perhaps it was from seeing her laughing face just now that he felt the uncontrollable urge to kiss her. The faint blush on her face, the brunette waves of her hair falling across her shoulders, and the cute trill of her voice all too endearing.

         It was sudden, wasn’t it? But they said love always was.

         He reached out to stop her from walking onward, leaning down to briskly brush their lips together. It was chaste, quick— sudden enough that Ayano’s face immediately turned pink in surprise and she yipped. And it was not until he leaned away that Shintaro felt the embarrassment for cutting her off mid-conversation.

        "Ah, sorry," he mumbled.

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The coldness of the outdoors almost felt surreal after the events of a summer that seemed to yawn on forever… then again, everything that had led to this point was pretty surreal in it’s own right. If you’d asked the Takane Enomoto of two years ago where she expected to see herself in the future, her current position would have seemed completely absurd, even more than spending the intermediate time as a computer virus. Two years seemed like such a short time for so much to change, when she stopped to think about it (which was entirely too often), and yet…

"I don’t remember you being this bad."

The girl offered a short sound, somewhere between a huff and an aborted rebuttal, not even averting her eyes from the screen as her fingers continued to move over the game controller even as she shifted deeper into the warmth of the blanket and the boy at her back.

"Well, some of us didn’t have free access to our opposable thumbs for two years,” she fired back, elbow digging lightly into his midsection. For all that had changed, some things certainly didn’t. Yet, for all the things that had stayed the same, Shintaro Kisaragi had certainly changed the most. After living for so long in a world that had consisted of just the two of them, maybe it was inevitable they’d both change. For the better. Watching the same upstart first year that had riled her temper so easily lost under the weight of regrets that piled on his shoulders like lead dust…

It had hurt, she’d often thought, trapped behind the glass of a monitor as an echoing ache settled over the virus.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the vibrations of the controller and the ticklish movements of her pigtails on either side of her head, pausing the game finally to glance upwards.

"Maybe I wouldn’t suck so much if someone wasn’t so distracting, master,” she said teasingly, twisting slightly to see his face better as she settled her head against his shoulder. It was warm, not just owing to the blanket… living for so long without sensation had given her an appreciation for even small things like this. She liked to touch, things, friends… every sensation a gift in its own right. Especially this.

"You could do with eating more, you know, I’m going to end up with bruises."

Not that she’d ever been good at being honest about it.

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         Shintaro felt her move back against him she played, her noise of protest amusing him and causing a smile to curl his lips. She then pointed out her once lack of physical form -- virus problems and all -- while her elbows curved to dig into his middle. Ene's voice was warm, just as the blankets and their shared body heat were, and he couldn't help but feel that warmth bloom in is chest as well. 

         She were a lot of things to him; one being a beacon of hope for his existence those long two years of being locked in his room, running from his problems and the outside world. Without Ene, he couldn't imagine what state he'd be in. Although he said he was often annoyed by her virus hi-jinks, he really was grateful for her presence. Part of him felt that without her, maybe he wouldn't have had the strength to continue living each day. Just as she were, however, Shintaro wasn't honest either.

         He wiggled from behind her, unable to escape the dig of her arms, causing him to grunt in response. The younger of the two didn't stop moving her pigtails though, intent in distracting her from the aliens in the game. After a moment, Ene paused the game and twisted to look at him, those large eyes reflecting his face back onto them.

"Maybe I wouldn't suck so much if someone wasn't so distracting, master."

         Shintaro felt a flush rise to his cheeks with the nickname. Blushing hotly, he wasn't able to respond before Ene moved enough to rest her head onto his shoulder. The action was endearing and he never felt so lucky in his life.

         "Fine, fine," he replied, letting go of her hair and trying his best not too appear like a poor blushing maiden in her presence.

         Things really had changed. His eyes looked deep into her own before he slowly began to lean down toward her lips. His heartbeat felt incredibly loud in his own ears. "--Ene.." Shintaro began, his free arm curling around her body.

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❝ And I’m your cute little sister. ❞

You think reminding her of the fact that she had an idiot older brother would get you any closer to her cookies? 

❝ Your point is? ❞

— That would be a no.

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       "Fine, fine," he sighed out, deflating with her sharp response.

       Where had his cute little sister gone? This older idol version was so brisk with him. She really had aged into a teenage girl... so long, imouto-chan, you will be missed.

       Deciding to appease her now, Shintaro asked after a small pause, "--Do you have work today?" If not, maybe he could attempt to hang out with her, something he was trying his best with recently. He hadn't exactly been the greatest older brother, especially after becoming a two-year shut in stuck at his computer desk.

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She stared at her idiot brother, eyes narrowed in efforts to strike fear into his heart. No way in heck was this neet gonna get her cookies.

❝ Onii-chan… ❞

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       Shintaro pointedly huffs at the look on her face, all too familiar with the defiant eyes so similar to a certain computer virus that inhabited his software. Ever since Ene and Momo met, there was nothing but trouble these days. He was getting too old for their trickery. 

       "I'm your brother, Momo." Stupid reasoning, really.

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❝ Some chocolate cookies besides regular cooking stuff — why? ❞

They’re her cookies don’t even try it. 

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         "Momo..." he began slowly, his intent with the cookies obvious from the tone of his voice. He shuffled in his computer chair, looking up at her figure in the doorway.

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Walks in. 

❝ Did you drink all the soda again? Honestly, Mom just bought some. ❞

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         It wasn't as if anyone else drank except him.

         "Did she get anything else?" He said, avoiding the conflict. 

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         "Out of cola..."

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         It was cold, that much was obvious. Fall had come to the city just as it did every year, bringing with it orange leaves and the warmth of the new school uniform. Well, he assumed it'd be warm. Shintaro hadn't quite made it back to school after the incident yet. Surviving near death and everything had its consequences to the mind, as well as living as a hikikomori for two years with a very loud computer virus. He had learned a lot since then... about everything, including that so-called virus.

         After all, "it" did end up becoming his girlfriend.

         As of current, Shintaro sat in his room bundled in a blanket on the floor, sitting up with his legs spread to accommodate the body that sat between them. Takane, Ene, she now liked to be called, was snugly pressed against his front for warmth, her pigtails sometimes brushing against the lower skin of his jaw. She wriggled around every few seconds as she handled the game controller between her fingers

         "I don't remember you being this bad," He joked, resting his chin on the top of her head.

         She was warm -- they both were -- and the blankets only increased the proximity between them. It was nothing but normal for the two of them, though. After all, they had been through hell together... and she had seen the worst of him during those two years of being locked in his room. She was everything, from his light to the reason for getting up each day (and those computer alarms she'd set off did their magic too). 

         Shintaro watched as she continued to play his favorite shooter game, her fingers moving with expert speed among the controls while landing complicated combinations. Ene was good, he noted, but he knew he could still amaze her with his own playing. 

         "--That's more like it," he commented, reaching up to move her pigtails to the sound of the gun shots hitting the alien enemies. "Look, Ene, you're an alien too--."

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              Happy fifteenth of August.

[asahiyo]

Nope, he wasn’t getting off of the hook that easily. It was painfully obvious that the older boy was uneasy about something, and that something had piqued her curiosity.

A blink. "Why did you look so shocked when you first came in, then?" As if she didn’t already know the answer to that question.

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Yes. She was definitely something to be reckoned with.

Those large grey eyes peered up at him with glimmering curiosity and a mischievousness he knew wouldn't be quelled quickly enough. 

"That's--" He searched desperately for an excuse. It wasn't often you walked in on a little girl calling someone a-- a cockface. "--Just surprised.."

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     Even when Haruka knew that Shintaro was by his bedside, his shoulders still jolt when his visitor speaks up. They settle after a moment, embarrassed laughter fleeing his mouth as he taps his eraser against the side of the page.

      “How did you know?” he questioned, a tiny blush trailing on his face. Of course, it was rather obvious since the bangs were already shaded with the starts of pigtails coming from the sides.

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Shintaro noticed the subtle twitch but says nothing in response, instead shifting further in his seat so that he can see the drawing in Haruka's lap better. Like this, he can easily make out Takane's pigtails and the sharp angles of her eyes. 

"A hunch," he replies smoothly.

Haruka's laugh is soft, embarrassed, and Shintaro feels warmth spreading in his chest. The older boy always brought out the tenderness in others. It was no wonder that Takane, as easily irritable and loud as she was, would melt in the other's presence too.

Shintaro raises an eyebrow after scanning the drawing again. "Her gamer profile?"

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She’s slow, a bit scatterbrained, so she doesn’t understand the weight of his words. To her, the time they spent together now was them simply catching up on those lost times and sharing new experiences. She loves each second that passes as they’re together, chatting their day away because in the past, it was just her selfishly carrying things along. 

Although he’s changed, she’s grateful for the aspects that hadn’t. His somewhat quiet voice and how he’d reply in short sentences, just like before… It made her feel nostalgic, like this was where she belonged despite the changes.

She becomes puzzled for a moment, head tilting in confusion before nodding, a laugh escaping her. Going somewhere with Shintaro? To something as flashy as a festival? Oh, how the memories seemed to rush to her. 

"Oh, well, okay! It’ll be like old times, huh? Now that I think about it, that festival where we met Takane-san and Haruka-san was probably the only one we went together to." She had tried dragging him to the summer festivals before, but he had always denied, preferring to stay indoors and doing whatever he wanted to do.

She had wanted to share the experience of watching the fireworks together with him, her closest friend, and now it seemed she was getting that chance.

But the question still remains, lingering in her mind. A fingertip is pressed to her lips, gaze on the clouds above. “I’m curious though. Why just us? Isn’t it funner with more people…?”

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Shintaro watched as she tipped her head to the side and laughed at his suggestion. It wasn't something to be embarrassed about, but instead cherished because of how innocent her actions were. He could almost see the flood of memories behind the brown of her eyes, enough so that he, too, thought back.

As she spoke of their friends, he could easily picture their faces and the fun they had together, regardless of how quiet he was at the time they took place.

The festival she spoke of in particular did embarrass him when he thought back-- he had been pretty cocky when he met Takane that first time. But she had gotten him back plenty after invading his internet those two years. Shintaro hadn't exactly seen much of Haruka except for a few glances, yet there was something about the softness of his features that he could remember quite vividly. When it came to Ayano herself, she had simply following him around pointing out a few games and cleaning up after his people messes.

“I’m curious though. Why just us? Isn’t it funner with more people…?”

Shintaro blinked slowly. A part of him felt a silly sense of adoration at the non-existing word "funner" and how it reflected Ayano's personality.

"It's better this way," he simply said, cryptic as usual. He increased his walking speed to that he could be ahead of her. He didn't know what would happen if his facial nonchalance cracked and betrayed him. "It's been a while since it was only us," Shintaro added after a moment, his hands curling inside of his pockets.

"Isn't that right?"

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Cue a sidelong glance at the sound of footsteps, followed by a look that’s as casual as ever.

"Ah — I wasn’t talking about you, if that’s what you were thinking."

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He felt his inside shrinking from the coolness of her stare. That other kid -- Hibiya? -- was right about this one. She gave those dangerous vibes. 

"N--no," he said, cursing the trip up at the beginning, "it's fine."

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     No one wants your tainted sugar water.

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Well, miss "top scores," he can obviously do better.

Tsundere huff.

[auruginis-blog]

     He’s just doodling in his sketchbook again.          After all, there isn’t much else he can occupy himself with in his current situation.

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He sits quietly in the seat beside the hospitalized boy, watching idly as the pencil swiveled in Haruka's grasp. It was always interesting watching him draw.

"Are you drawing Takane again?" He asked, tilting his head for a better view.

[topscores]

      …Knocks bottle over.

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Disrespectful.