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and  out  of  all  these  things  i’ve  done,    i  think  i  love  you  better  now. 

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cpkuroo​

          the scowl that’s fallen upon Kuroo’s semblance only hardens when he perceives just how genuinely amused Oikawa seems to be in regards to his reprimands. (   he’s only doing his job as a vital member of the JVA ;   as an employee that’s only doing his job,     —   despite it being outside his comfort area inside the office   —,     that commands him to be in touch with the Japanese players & retain them beneath close check.   )     the fact that the setter seems to get the wrong idea of such only worsens his state of mind.  it brings hands to close into tense fists as they stay burrowed by his crossed arms.     ❛   Oikawa — …   do not go around envisionin’ scenarios that might be way too heartfelt t'a even ya'self.   ❜     ‘   there’s still a long way for you to race, pretty boy   ’ :   a message that will forever hinder as unspoken, even as Kuroo senses the setter’s digits settle in his shoulders & fasten their proximity.

          he needs to do something. & he needs to do it quickly.

          to make most of those inches he regards overhead of his partner, Kuroo lifts his chin & looks down at him :   the stare in his golden eyes as domineering yet unfriendly as the line that sojourns in his lips. indeed …   Oikawa’s invitation sounds quite pleasant. however …   how is one to bargain with what comes along the wounded pride after an individual who, to put it simply, only wished to steal someone from the prying eyes of a larger audience ?   sigh.

          ❛   … What d'ya have in mind ?   ❜

 “ aw.  guess  i’m  only  imagining  things  again,  huh?  just  like  the  fifty  thousand  something  other  times  you  shooed  away  my  precious  fanclub. ”  he  mocks  a  tone  of  disappointment,  as  if  his  plans  had  just  been  foiled,  as  if  he  is  deeply  wounded  by  no  longer  being  on  the  receiving  end  of  girly  squealing  and  a  bunch  of  compliment.  but  oikawa  is  quick  to  chuckle,  quick  to  wish  they  were  alone  so  he  can  just  smooth  his  friend’s  negativity  away.  because  this  whole  situation  is  hilarious,  in  a  way;  because  he’s  constantly  wondering  just  why  kuroo  is  trying  so  hard  to  keep  up  a  front  instead  of  letting  himself  to  succumb  to  something  his  heart  desires,  something  more  free,  more  fun.

 “ hmmm, ”  he  begins  with  a  hum,  thoughtful,  as  if  pondering  over  something  much  grander  than  a  simple  day  they’re  going  to  spend  together.  his  body  has  drawn  closer  to  the  raven - haired’s  own,  privacy  breached,  shamelessly  so.  and  his  tone  lowers  to  a  murmur,  a  secret  he’s  about  to  share.  “ we  could  always  go  to  your  place  and  i  could  cook  us  dinner.  or  we  could  go  straight  to  the  dessert.  depends  on  what  you  prefer. ”

 his  words  seem  to  blend  into  the  odd  exciting  normalcy  of  the  day,  nothing  special,  but  he  makes  the  plan  appear  as  something  entirely  extraordinary  with  an  enticing  lilt  in  his  timbre  and  a  grin  that’s  hard  to  resist.

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starbloomed​

if it weren’t for  the obvious size difference  between sakura and nozomi, it would be impossible to tell who was the  younger one  of the two. lavender hues flickered between each stall and all they had to offer. the aroma of all the different street foods was intoxicating and had nozomi’s mouth watering, her head spinning. and the festival had only  just begun!

“ mmm…it  all  smells  so good!  i can’t decide! ”  quite the predicament indeed for the two girls. and as if they were in sync, nozomi’s gaze fell on the steamed dumplings right in front of them. they looked  positively delicious  and were obviously freshly made. she  HAD  to try it—  “ let’s try the steamed dumplings first! what do you say, sakura-chan? ”

 surprise  trickled  onto  the  fine  features  belonging  to  the  clow  card  wielder;  it  was  amazing,  and  it  never  failed  to  amaze  her,  how  they  both  managed  to  think  the  very  same  thing  at  the  very  same  time.  as  if  they  shared  a  soul  that  had  been  disposed  in  two  different  bodies.  

 she  was  eager  as  she  nodded  her  head  in  approval  of  nozomi’s  suggestion  and  her  enthusiasm  was  unstoppable.  sakura  tugged  her  friend  along  to  the  stall  selling  the  most  delicious  steamed  dumplings  she  had  ever  laid  her  eyes  on,  her  taste  buds  already  awaiting  the  taste.  surely  it  was  going  to  be  unforgettable!  “ two  dumplings,  please! ”  sakura  ordered,  ready  to  pay.

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@goldenloved​ | Mamoru continued from here. [x]

“What the actual hell? Are you implying it’s not of Earth origins?” That was his first reaction to the jewel he just stole from a heist. There’s even a youma attack earlier and girls in short mini skirts fit for some cosplay that he thought he could interfere but he focused more in getting the prize himself.

“I don’t know, maybe you should give me more credit by stealing that gem earlier.” KID bluntly remarks, he managed to have gotten away with it. “One of those demon looking things were after that gem for some reason and that crystal is displayed during a party.”

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 “ i  should  give  you  credit  for  stealing  something? ”  disbelief  laced  around  each  word;  mamoru  wasn’t  sure  what  to  think,  what  to  feel.  a  dozen  of  thoughts  rummaged  through  his  head  and  all  he  could  do,  all  he  could  hear,  was  a  deep  sigh  that  forced  its  way  past  his  lips.  “ this  crystal  comes  from  the  moon.  the  monster  you  saw  earlier  was  created  by  someone  who’s  out  to  take  over  the  world  and  destroy  humanity.  the  girls  you  saw  fighting,  they  are  sailor  soldiers,  here  to  protect  everyone  and  make  sure  darkness  won’t  win  this  battle. ”  he  was  very  quiet,  very  serious,  very  earnest,  all  in  one  breath.  and  mamoru  prayed,  hoped,  that  kaito  wouldn’t  ridicule  his  explanation.

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stcries​

the captain’s laughter only continued to get louder,    even MUFFLED slightly from the sudden tugging his navigator made against his face.    to think she usually did this to tell him off,    so this was a WELCOME change to say the least.

but of course,    luffy wasn’t merciless,    and whilst he’d been having fun,    arms soon RELEASED from around her.    keeping himself sat against the lower half of her in case any further attempts were taken.    “   ahaha yes,    i’m still victorious!    nobody can defeat me!   ”    came a proud tone with an even larger grin.

 him  and  his  big  mouth  and  his  even  bigger  ego.  it  aggravated  her  at  times,  truly,    how  undefeatable  luffy  appeared  to  be.  no  matter  which  challenge,  no  matter  which  fight,  he  did  surface  victorious  each  time.  and  while  she  was  grateful  to  actually  have  him  alive  and  breathing  by  her  side,  she  hated  that  he  managed  to  win  something  as  infantile  as  a  tickling  game,  too.

 and  so  nami  did  the  only  thing  she  could  think  of.  tugging  just  a  little  more  at  the  bendable  skin,  her  upper  body  pushed  itself  up,  away  from  the  wooden  ground  and  her  lips  pressed  against  his  own.  it  was  brief,  more  of  a  peck  than  anything  else.  “ shut  up.  you’re  being  annoying. ”

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@goldenloved​​ || Heiji continued from here. [x]

“Whoa, whoa. Jumping to conclusions are you? I’m sure there’s a LOT of guys that could look like KID. Um, what about that detective who was missing a few days from now? Kudou Shin..ichi… something? What if HE’S KID?” Kaito defended himself and couldn’t even believe that someone figured him out quickly but his tactic remains the same. “Yeah, you can say that I’m a super fan. I’m sure of it.”

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“ hah?  kudou  being  kid? ”  thick  brows  rose  and  he  let  out  a  laugh,  loud  and  shameless,  sounding  as  if  he’d  just  heard  the  most  ridiculous  thing  his  ears  could  have  picked  up.  because  it  was,  in  fact,  the  most  ridiculous  theory  he’d  heard  in  a  while.  “ y’know,  kaito,  ya  being  awfully  suspicious  by  tryin’  to  shift  the  blame  to  someone  who’s  been  actively  chasin’  kid.  that  ain’t  makin’  sense. ”  his  head  shook  and  the  laughter  fell  from  his  visage;  suddenly  he  looked  very  serious  as  he  leaned  even  closer.  “ you’re kid. ”

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shinidogawa​

          Shinichi quirked his brows curiously at the nasty tone taken when addressing the other detective, and he couldn’t help but chuckle lowly. Of course, he vividly remembered how the two detectives got off on a terrible foot, with Hakuba insulting Hattori’s credibility as a detective, but he was sure that since it had been awhile since they had all convened, that it would be ‘water under the bridge’.

          …Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

          He watches as Hattori tried to pull himself together, clearly cracking under some sort of pressure he could not identify. It was… strange seeing him act this way. For him to lie so blatantly and act like a blushing schoolgirl. Maybe things with Kazuha weren’t going as well as he assumed… Well, his reactions were certainly… cute in a way.

          “Hm? Me and Ran?” Shinichi repeats as he looks up, being pulled from his thoughts and he scratched behind his head with a gentle sigh. “Mm, no. We both – after the whole situation with me being Conan and finally telling her everything… we just decided to be only friends. She’s still mad at me… Not that I blame her.” He quietly said, clearly hurt by the memory.

 relief.  he  felt  relief.  and  he  was  such  an  awful  friend  for  even  feeling  that  way.  he  coudn’t  sense  an  ounce  of  sadness  for  shinichi’s  situation  with  his  childhood  friend.  in  a  way,  he’d  seen  it  coming;  no  one  could  have  blamed  the  girl  for  making  the  decision  she  did.  the  lie  was  awful  and  shinichi  was  at  fault  for  never  listening  whenever  he  was  told  to  just  tell  her  right  away. 

 still,  heiji  didn’t  notice  the  way  his  lips  had  lifted  into  a  smug  grin,  almost  victorious,  and  it  took  him  a  second  for  realization  to  seep  in,  for  the  grin  to  drop  and  an  awfully  crafted  pokerface  to  take  over.  this  was  no  laughing  matter  --  his  friend  must  have  been  upset,  being  shot  down  by  the  love  of  his  life.  the  term  alone  made  him  gag  on  the  inside.

 “ uh,  i’m  sorry  ‘bout  that,  kudou. ”  he  answered,  awkward,  unsure.  he  had  been  tossed  a  million  miles  out  of  his  comfort  zone;  cheering  someone  else  up  wasn’t  something  he  was  good  at.  and  so  he  lifted  his  hand,  let  it  rest  on  the  detective’s  shoulder.  “ but  hey,  one  door  closes,  another  one  opens.  that’s  how  the  sayin’  goes,  yeah? ”  smooth.  real  smooth.

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luminyasity​

No matter how many times he told her how much he loved her, she would never tire of hearing it. He had no reason to be so affectionate to her, but for some reason he did. With all her flaws and strange mannerisms, she had managed to make him fall for her and now that they were together she had no intention of letting him go. Lips curled into a soft smile as she let out a small yawn before resting her head against his shoulder. “You’re right, but I wanted to stay up a while longer…–”

 “ you  might  fall  asleep  on  me  and  you’re  kind  of  too  heavy  to  be  carried  upstairs. ”  he  retorted,  an  obvious  joke.  it  wasn’t  often  that  he  got  to  be  like  this,  playful  and  carefree,  without  the  fear  of  judgement  by  those  around  him.  a  reason  why  he  came  to  care  and  love  kyouko  so  much:  she  allowed  him  to  be  the  way  he  was;  strange,  sometimes  bold,  sometimes  timid,  a  bit  of  an  enigma  -  one  she  managed  to  decode  perfectly.  a  free  hand  came  up,  petting  the  top  of  the  girl’s  head  affectionately.

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                    Yuugi couldn’t help but pout heavily at the taller one’s words. It left a sour taste in his mouth and he couldn’t help but sigh. Not even Kaiba-kun commented on his appearance that much. But maybe it was because they both went to the same school… “No, I’m not. I graduated high school several years ago.” The tri-coloured hair male sniffs, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone.

                    “It’s nice to meet you, Oikawa-kun. Try not to mistaken anyone else for being younger, okay? Not all of us can be as tall as you!” Though, he definitely wishes… “Do you play basketball?”

if  he  felt  apologetic  before  ( no,  he  didn’t  really  feel  that  way ),  it  was  disbelief  coating  his  features,  widening  his  eyes.  he  blinked  once,  twice,  needing  a  moment  longer  to  progress  yuugi’s  words,  and  he  wasn’t  sure  if  he  should  be  taking  this  as  a  compliment  or  an  insult.

“ basketball? ”  he  repeated,  clearly  offended.  “ i’m  a  volleyball  player.  setter  of  aoba  johsai.  best  of  the  best.  actually,  the  very  best  you’ll  ever  meet. ”  oikawa  proclaimed,  proud  and  confident,  letting  slender,  calloused  fingers  run  through  carefully  styled  locks.

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inmydrcams​

          ❝ Mhm. ❞  Aerith simply nods, can’t help the almost bitterness from her face. She has to look away from the other girl, can’t look at her and think of what’s lying ahead. Guess it’s better not to get too attached.  ❝ Make the people closest to you suffer so that a bunch of strangers can live happy lives and pretend all is well, so that people can use your image to further their own ideas… ❞  It’s an half whisper, it’s always bad when the wrong people hear words like that.

             This is not what Aerith’s supposed to do, if you have an affinity for pyreflies you train with Yevon and you become a summoner and you make it your life’s goal to defeat Sin so everyone can have what? Ten? Twenty? Years of peace? Your life isn’t ever yours, it’s Yevon’s, it’s Spira’s. Guess it is admirable. It’s just also… sad… To never be able to laugh and enjoy life, to know every moment is leading up to that final moment.  ❝ I couldn’t do it. ❞

 her  voice  is  quiet  but  tidus  picks  up  every  word.  his  heart  sinks  into  his  stomach  because  she’s  right,  and  he  knows  he’s  been  having  the  same  thoughts.  reason  why  he’s  chosen  to  become  a  guardian  is  to  ensure  yuna,  somehow,  manages  to  enjoy  her  youth  while  being  the  world’s  savior,  the  ideal  to  humanity.  but  there’s  only  so  much  he  can  do  and  in  the  end,  he’s  left  standing  by  the  sidelines,  watching,  hoping,  praying  this  will  be  over  very  soon.

 “ it’s  a  lot  of  burden  to  bear.  not  everyone  can  do  it. ”  he  agrees,  “ but  hey,  that’s  why  i’m  here.  to  keep  her  safe  and  make  her  laugh. ”  only  now  does  tidus  manage  to  direct  his  attention  back  to  the  brunette  by  his  side,  signature  smile  back  on  maturing  features.  “ and  when  all  of  this  ends,  she’ll  be  able  to  look  back  to  an  amazing  journey  and  the  growth  she’s  gone  through. ”

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shinidogawa​

                  “H’oh? I wasn’t aware that you could be so oblivious, Miyano. Had I been interested in treating you out, I would have done so already. There is no need to delude your mind any further.” He retorts, his expression falling with his impatience. He stands from his chair, carefully removing the gray jacket that he had on as he walks over, draping it around Shiho’s shoulders to cover her.

                  “What will I do? Well, there’s plenty of things I can do. You have your own special client coming in an hour, don’t you? It would be a shame for you to miss out on something important you wanted from them by my interference,” Shinichi rolls his shoulders dismissively, arms behind his back as he flashes her a devious smirk. “The drugs, Miyano. I want - no, I need them. I know you’ve made more.”

 the  warmth  of  his  jacket  engulfs  bare  skin,  spreads  like  wildfire.  and  suddenly  shiho  feels  as  though  she  is  burning  up,  all  of  her  sins  coming  crashing  down  on  her.  but  this,  too,  is  something  she  refuses  to  show  on  her  expression  and  she  keeps  the  mastered  pokerface,  unfazed  by  the  smirk.

 “ what  do  you  even  need  them  for?  i  already  gave  you  enough. ”  she  retorts,  sigh  in  her  voice  despite  the  nonchalance  in  her  timbre.  “ these  aren’t  things  you  should  be  toying  with  or  using  for  little  experiments  just  because  you’ve  got  nothing  to  do  in  your  freetime. ”  it’s  not  judgement,  it’s  a  fact.  because  shiho  knows  of  his  tendencies  to  go  a  little  overboard  whenever  he’s  not  occupied  by  a  case  and  is  left  with  too  much  freedom.