[5crow]

goro flustered up, but quickly bit back with, “well, geez, blame me for your good looks, why don’t you?” which, of course, only made things worse, blood boiling in his face as he stumbled over his words for an excuse to take whatever embarrassing thing he’d implied back. he thought he was going to die. was he always this easily flustered? he’d never had trouble flirting before, if you’d call this flirting. he usually wasn’t one to break easy, all his previous flings having far too much trouble tearing him down. but ren . . . well, ren must’ve been a different case, huh?  of course, he’d concluded ren was to blame, in the end. damn him and his good looks, and his perfect face and his beautiful voice and - -

[5crow]

x

Goro’s lips curled up into a smile, fingers moving to tuck strands of hair behind his ear. “I truly am sorry,” he repeated, sighing gently. “Do you maybe want to share what I got?” he asked, gesturing to the bag in his hand. “Forgive me if I’m stepping out of line here, but maybe we can sit at that park near here. It might be nice.”  Goro had hoped the stranger wouldn’t find it at all creepy. He did have a guilty habit of pushing too hard too quick, and it wasn’t something he was proud of, to say the least. “I’ve bought enough for two,” he quickly assured, “I’m kind of obsessed with sweets.” He giggled softly, shifting from one foot to the other. “Also, I’d like to pay for the dry cleaning, if you’d allow me. I feel really bad for ruining your shirt.” 

[5crow]

upon receiving the response, goro paid for the books he’d been browsing for and exited the bookshop with the smile and a “thank you!” to the cashier. ren was standing nearby, and goro’s smile only widened as he headed toward him. “hey there, been waiting long?” he asked teasingly, reaching to gently touch ren’s forearm. it was casual and he feels warm, even with the cool air shifting past them.  “so, dinner and a movie?” he asked, “we can always just go back to my place to hang out after dinner if you’re not up for a movie.” he secretly hoped for the latter–he never really liked movie theaters anyways; they were always filled with loud people that only added onto his annoyance and irritation.

[unspokenking-deactivated2019011]

Ren raised his eyes off his phone when he heard the sound of his voice - taking note of the smile and the way he rushed over. He gave his outfit a once over, and it took him this long to notice that his hair had definitely gotten longer. Small, little details. “Yeah, I’ve been waiting for the past hour for you. Right in this spot.” He joked, before his phone was pocketed away, wearing a ghost of a grin once more. 

“Perhaps just dinner and possibly your place? I have school in the morning.” It depended on how late it got, but Ren was curious - because Goro seemed oddly extremely happy. “Let’s go on then - what’d you buy?” He motioned towards the bookstore. 

[5crow]

goro seemed embarrassed, instinctively rubbing his wrist with his free hand. “um, just a cook book and a novel i’ve been meaning to read, nothing special,” he responded, lips quirking up. “but shall we proceed? where would you like to eat? we can just eat at the diner if you want.” he motioned his head towards the direction of the diner. it wasn’t his preferred place to eat, but seeing how ren had class in the morning, he didn’t think they had the luxury to go anywhere special. staring at ren, he’d started to notice minor details; trivial things, really. like the way ren’s hair--has it gotten longer?--curl against his cheekbones, or the way his clothes hug him perfectly so. ren used to be thin during their time together previously but now he seemed a lot more defined. a few years sure can change a lot. 

[5crow]

upon receiving the response, goro paid for the books he’d been browsing for and exited the bookshop with the smile and a “thank you!” to the cashier. ren was standing nearby, and goro’s smile only widened as he headed toward him. “hey there, been waiting long?” he asked teasingly, reaching to gently touch ren’s forearm. it was casual and he feels warm, even with the cool air shifting past them.  “so, dinner and a movie?” he asked, “we can always just go back to my place to hang out after dinner if you’re not up for a movie.” he secretly hoped for the latter--he never really liked movie theaters anyways; they were always filled with loud people that only added onto his annoyance and irritation.

[the-composer]

❤ ▬▬ emotional starters to kick you in the feelings.

“What am I to you?” “If you could be with me, would you?” “Do you still think about (___)?” ”Do you want to be something more?” “I need to tell you how I feel.” “I miss how we used to be.” “Is it okay to say that I’m jealous?” “I’m so sorry I’m jealous… It’s such an ugly feeling.” ”I can’t help the way I feel.” ”They all want you, but they don’t even know you.” ”Is it okay to want you for myself?” “You’re mine. I don’t want to share.” “I want to be the only one for you.” “It’s you. You’re it. You’re the one I want.” “If you want me, you can have me.” “You can have others, but I will be your priority.” “Let’s talk about what you want.” “Let’s talk about what I want.” “I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” “You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” ”I don’t think I know how to love…” ”Can I trust you?” “I forgive you.” “I only play around because I don’t have you.” “Name it. I’d give it up for you.” “You play so hard to get. Will I ever catch you?” “How can I get you to like me?” “Is there some secret to winning your love?” “Are you available?” “Are you afraid of commitment?” “If I agreed to be exclusive with you, would you do the same?” “Do you feel anything?” ”Why are you pushing me away?” ”The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run.” ”He/she/they love you, you know…” ”Don’t. I’m not good for you. Don’t even think about falling for me.” ”I will hurt you. That’s just a fact.” “You’re so wild that I want to be the one to tame you.” ”If you love them, then I want to as well.” “Your heart is safe with me.” ”You’re the type who wants to have your cake and eat it, too.” ”You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” ”I’ve missed you so much.” ”Your happiness comes before mine.” ”I don’t mind sharing, as long as I’m with you.” “I am so sorry for hurting you.” “Can we start over?”

[5crow]

goro had been restless all day, impatiently waiting for time to pass—he spent a a good amount of his time staring at his watch or on the clock on the wall of sae-san’s office room. it’d gotten to the point where even sae-san had pointed it out, but he merely shrugged it off, not wanting to disclose his date with ren later that evening. when six came around, he felt like he could finally breathe. he quickly went home, took a quick shower, and found himself something to wear—a plain white shirt, a checkered sweater vest, and some beige trousers. he blow dried his hair, fixing it up in a ponytail (his hair much longer than it previously was) before he texted ren around 6:40. i’ll be at the bookstore on central street, okay? i’ll meet you there. he smiled as he hit send, quickly shoving his phone into his pocket before heading out. he simply couldn’t wait.

[5crow]

goro ignores the comment, instead choosing to answer the question, “i live fairly close. i wanted to move somewhere far, but i’m still under sae-san’s monitoring so i can’t move around as i please. i live a few stops away from here. the neighborhood is nice, though. it’s pretty calm and quiet. it’s nice,” he rambles, “i’d love to take you around one day, if you’d let me.” he smiles gently, turning to look at the other.

he isn’t sure where he’s getting the courage to push so hard into this — is he even trying to hide his obvious flirting at this point? probably not.

[unspokenking-deactivated2019011]

It wasn’t even discreet, it was pretty obvious. Ren wasn’t blind, though he still had no idea what to do with it. He was still trying to make sense of his own life, and adding in Akechi Goro was something he hadn’t planned, until now. He remained silent for a time, halting his walking all together when he felt eyes on him. 

‘Why do you like me this much?’ He wanted to ask, but instead all he did was nod. 

“We can talk about it more at dinner tonight.” He raised a hand out of his pocket, and motioned towards the end of the block. “If you make a right, the station entrance is right there. His phone vibrated as if on cue in his back pocket, and he pulled it out to just look at the notification. Futaba. Of course she’d be the first one. Lowering it, his gaze returned to Goro.

“I’ll see you tonight. Just send me a message when you’re on your way, then I’ll head out.”

[5crow]

goro nodded in agreement. “alright,” he says, “thank you. for everything.” he smiles at ren’s direction before making a right, turning around briefly to wave one last time. he turns his back to ren, immediately feeling that familiar sense of loneliness increasing with each and every step. pathetic, he thinks. he pulls his phone out, his movement slowing down as he opens the messaging app, sending sae-san a quick text regarding his whereabouts and where and when he’d meet her. they still had a lot to work through.

[5crow]

goro ignores the comment, instead choosing to answer the question, “i live fairly close. i wanted to move somewhere far, but i'm still under sae-san's monitoring so i can't move around as i please. i live a few stops away from here. the neighborhood is nice, though. it's pretty calm and quiet. it's nice,” he rambles, “i'd love to take you around one day, if you'd let me.” he smiles gently, turning to look at the other.

he isn't sure where he's getting the courage to push so hard into this — is he even trying to hide his obvious flirting at this point? probably not.

[5crow]

goro shrugs it off, stepping ahead of him and walking ahead. “don’t worry about it,” he assures, “i think it’s very funny, actually.” he turned back, hand on the railing of the staircase. “now, come on. i have some things to get done myself.” he turns back around, and with every step downward, he heard that occasional creak of the wooden platform beneath his feet.  the setting is really appalling, he’d prefer a nicer, cleaner place, but he doesn’t want to offend the other. it’s reasonable to house in a cheap apartment -- ren is still a student, after all. “lets meet at my place next time,” he suggests.

[5crow]

despite the flutter of his heart at the accusation, goro responds teasingly, “maybe i do.” the corner of his lips quirk upward, eyes locked with ren’s contrasting ones for seconds before he adverts his gaze. he’s sure he can manage his way back to the station, even if he had been distracted the whole ride here. but he doesn’t want to part so soon. it doesn’t feel like enough. “hm, i’d appreciate it if you’d be a gentleman and walk me to the station. i wouldn’t want to get lost, seeing how we have a date later tonight.” his lips curl as he flutters his eyelashes toward’s ren’s direction.

[unspokenking-deactivated2019011]

“Have you always been this needy?” He shook his head, again, his words weren’t serious, but more so playful. He wanted to keep the mood light - while it could be afforded for the current time. Ren didn’t know what to do with even the idea of the other having a crush on him. Or anything of that sort. He hasn’t been one to really invest nor act on those things. For now.

Instead, he wanted to stay focused on what was happening, and that was reuniting with somebody who had obviously been through it.

“Come on then.” He made sure he had his keys, so that he didn’t lock himself out of his apartment. “I’ll walk you back then.”

[5crow]

goro laughs lightly, though it isn’t enlaced with any sort of humor at all, rather the sound being almost hollow. “you seem to have forgotten our last encounter,” he muses, the memories of that time stinging like needles.  “anyways, thank you,” he says, putting his shoes on and following ren out of the apartment. 

[5crow]

despite the flutter of his heart at the accusation, goro responds teasingly, “maybe i do.” the corner of his lips quirk upward, eyes locked with ren’s contrasting ones for seconds before he adverts his gaze. he’s sure he can manage his way back to the station, even if he had been distracted the whole ride here. but he doesn’t want to part so soon. it doesn’t feel like enough. “hm, i’d appreciate it if you’d be a gentleman and walk me to the station. i wouldn’t want to get lost, seeing how we have a date later tonight.” his lips curl as he flutters his eyelashes toward’s ren’s direction.

[5crow]

“seven sounds great,” goro agrees, nodding politely. “let’s go somewhere nice — i’ll pay.” he leans over again, tapping his fingernails against the wooden surface. “there’s a lot i want to talk to you about,” his voice is softer this time, gentle, and almost hesitant. “i must admit, i miss the time we had together all the time. i always enjoyed our conversations.” and he isn’t lying — though he knows how hard it must be to trust a guy like him after a stunt like that. he wouldn’t blame ren if he’d decided right now to drop him completely, save himself the trouble.  but goro wants to earn ren’s trust, wants to resolve things between them, maybe even — stop.

[5crow]

at first, goro feels a sting in his chest, although he knows he has no right to. he, himself, played a facade all his life. who is he to judge? he simply offers a smile, tilting his head just a bit. ❝ well, there’s another thing we share in common, huh? ❞ he teases, smile growing wider. ❝ i always knew we were alike — you and i. ❞

❝ amamiya, was it? ❞ he asks, recalling the name on the former phantom thief’s id card. ❝ i caught a glimpse of your card. ❞ 

[5crow]

ren’s evident hesitance, in his voice and his words, riles goro up, thrilled at the sight of it. he shouldn’t allow himself to indulge in such things and yet he can’t help but find himself doing so anyways.

“that sounds wonderful,” goro says, nodding aith confirmation. “just forward me a message when you’re done — ah, i had to abandon my old phone and contacts,” he pauses, digging through a pocket to pull his phone out, placing it onto the table gently. “lets trade numbers.” he moves his hand across the table, pushing his phone over and gesturing for ren’s phone. “if that’s okay with you, that is.”

[unspokenking-deactivated2019011]

He was still trying to unravel the concept of a date, and he definitely knew what one was, but for Akechi to say it so bluntly had still caught him off guard. His eyes behind his glasses still seemed to be processing it.

They then drifted to the phone being pushed across the table, and it took him a moment, but he suddenly grinned.

“You do know these phones can do contactless transferring when it comes to information, right?” Ren pulled his phone from his pocket, slipping it in the other’s direction, before he moved to pick up his phone. “You just wanted an excuse to touch my phone.”

The idea seemed so silly, and the detail so small but Ren knew he was right. That ghost of a grin lingered even after he’d entered in his phone number.

[5crow]

goro pouts as he picks up ren's phone rather gingerly. “hey, i had no such intention. you know i'm a few decades behind on technology—you don't have to ridicule me for it.” his eyes shift down to the screen, fingers brushing over the numbers one by one.

he restrains a smirk; ren is right and they both know it. goro wants to run his fingers over the smooth surface of ren's phone, wants to feel what ren has felt with those hands of his. he wants to feel the lingering warmth clinging onto the phone case and — ah, he's so over his head. “here.” he slides the phone back, already missing the subtle heat that he knows was produced from ren's hands.

[5crow]

at first, goro feels a sting in his chest, although he knows he has no right to. he, himself, played a facade all his life. who is he to judge? he simply offers a smile, tilting his head just a bit. ❝ well, there’s another thing we share in common, huh? ❞ he teases, smile growing wider. ❝ i always knew we were alike — you and i. ❞

❝ amamiya, was it? ❞ he asks, recalling the name on the former phantom thief’s id card. ❝ i caught a glimpse of your card. ❞ 

[5crow]

ren's evident hesitance, in his voice and his words, riles goro up, thrilled at the sight of it. he shouldn't allow himself to indulge in such things and yet he can't help but find himself doing so anyways.

“that sounds wonderful,” goro says, nodding aith confirmation. “just forward me a message when you're done — ah, i had to abandon my old phone and contacts,” he pauses, digging through a pocket to pull his phone out, placing it onto the table gently. “lets trade numbers.” he moves his hand across the table, pushing his phone over and gesturing for ren's phone. “if that's okay with you, that is.”

[heistcard]

Starter for @5crow

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Entry 1

               Technically, this is the third time already, but for convinence, I’ll stick to 1, since it’s the first time I’m writing this down. 

I’m pretty sure I’m stuck in a time loop. It’s the only explanation, and weirder thing’s have happened to me. I don’t know if it’s Igor, or something else. If he is responsible, he won’t spill. Just looks at me, can’t tell if it’s a “you’re crazy” look or a “I know but I’m not telling” one. 

That guy creeps me out…

I’m getting off track. The point of this is going to be to write down what the fuck is happening and hopefully try and make more sense of it. Find a pattern, or something. 

So far, whatever is doing this, keeps sending me back to the ship, to just before Akechi….

It has to be something to do with him, right? 

Entry 2

            Another 2 loops before something changed enough to warrant note. This time, I got sent back further, all the way to the start of the ship, not just to right before the fight. So it’s not a fixed point it’s sending me back to, but then is Akechi still the key, or is it something else? 

Nothing else changed aside from that.

Keep reading

[5crow]

The wait on the line was probably the worst of it all.

Goro sighed, his eyes shifting between the watch around his wrist and the column of people ahead of him. He didn't have much time to spare before lunch break was over, but this bakery was one many had recommended to him over his food blog, and he'd just decided he had to see it in person.

As soon as he stepped into the welcoming warmth, he felt himself relax—as if all the stress from that morning had just unwound and washed away. He knew it was merely temporary, but that didn't matter now.

After a few painful minutes of waiting, it was finally his time to check out. He smiled brightly at the cashier as he fished a twenty dollar bill from his front pocket. A cup of rich dark coffee, two freshly baked croissants, and a slice of their finest shortcake. He truly felt like he was at the top of the world.

Others would find this side of him silly, a contrast to his otherwise calm and serious demeanor, but he didn't care.

Upon paying for his lunch, he headed for the door—at which he was abruptly stopped, colliding with another body. His coffee was the first to go, spilling all over the stranger's shirt, and he felt anger rush into his vision momentarily. Only after recalling his whereabouts did he force himself to calm down, feigning a worried look instead. ”Oh, God, I'm so sorry!” he apologized, reaching into the paper bag for a napkin, dabbing at the front of the stranger's now-soaked shirt hastily with one hand.

In truth, he wanted to break whoever this fool was—wanted to make them regret bumping into him, but he couldn't possibly do anything that'd shatter his reputation. He took a glance of the stranger's face, wanted to see, but he stopped shortly, his hand frozen, his eyes widened and his lips parted.

He was gorgeous.

Goro had possibly never seen anyone as beautiful as this person right before him. All thoughts of anger suddenly vanished, completely mesmerized by the individual in front of him. “Wow, um,” he blurted out, laughing sheepishly. He pulled his hand away, shifting the paper bag onto his other arm, outstretching his other to offer a handshake. “Let me make it up to you, please,” he insisted, “I truly am sorry.”

Bullshit. The only thing on his mind was devising ways to extend their time together. He couldn't possibly let this beautiful stranger slip through his fingers.

[5crow]

at first, goro feels a sting in his chest, although he knows he has no right to. he, himself, played a facade all his life. who is he to judge? he simply offers a smile, tilting his head just a bit. ❝ well, there’s another thing we share in common, huh? ❞ he teases, smile growing wider. ❝ i always knew we were alike — you and i. ❞

❝ amamiya, was it? ❞ he asks, recalling the name on the former phantom thief’s id card. ❝ i caught a glimpse of your card. ❞ 

[unspokenking-deactivated2019011]

He exhaled a breath he’d not been aware he’d actually been holding. It was something he was going to have to tell everyone, not only Akechi, but he was one of the first. “Everything else you know if, of course, is real. I haven’t played games in hiding parts of my personality.”

A brow raised, when he spoke of his surname, but then again, look at who we were talking to. Any small detail, Akechi would be able to find it. “Clever.” His tone softened. “Amamiya, yes. Amamiya Ren.” He nodded his head in his direction.

“But, you can just call me Ren from here on out. I suppose you also deserve a ‘welcome back’ as well, not just myself.” 

[5crow]

goro feels his chest getting lighter at those words — finally feeling at ease. he was worried of being rejected, worried that he'd be tossed aside, or degraded with words of hatred. he had truly expected the worst, but part of him was hoping for this. he leans over, resting his arms on the table, his movements as careful as always.

“alright,” he begins, “then...how about you take me out to lunch? as a welcome back, perhaps? if lunch doesn't work, maybe dinner?” he smiles cheekily. “you wouldn't deny me one date, would you?”

he isn't sure where he's headed with this, but he's decided to play ball. he made sure to keep his tone as carefree and lighthearted as possible, not wanting akira—ren—to assume anything that might cause him to reject goro completely. he's playing it safe. it's nothing serious; nothing serious at all.

[5crow]

at first, goro feels a sting in his chest, although he knows he has no right to. he, himself, played a facade all his life. who is he to judge? he simply offers a smile, tilting his head just a bit. ❝ well, there’s another thing we share in common, huh? ❞ he teases, smile growing wider. ❝ i always knew we were alike — you and i. ❞

❝ amamiya, was it? ❞ he asks, recalling the name on the former phantom thief’s id card. ❝ i caught a glimpse of your card. ❞