「shoujo.exe」

{ resident ikemen otaku and president of the go-home club ; mikoshiba mikoto. ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʟᴀᴜɢʜs ɪɴ ᴡɪʟᴅғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍs ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ & ʜᴇ’s ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪs — ʜᴇ's ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ❞

[rotpeace]

hasurin

        “Hey, what gives? I tried to choose the best answer and she called me petty for my ‘pitiful response’! Was I supposed to insult her or something? Girls in these games make no sense at all!” His voice was imbued with frustration and confusion on what he did wrong; out of all the possible things that had the ability to make him lose his cool, it had to be a stupid dating sim.

[hasurin]

          ( ✎ ） ░        "You're getting it all wrong! You've got to really understand them—" He doesn't spare the other any glances, but proceeds with attentive eyes drawn eagerly to the high definition screen as his fingers swiftly manoeuvres the controls on his console. Habitually, he bites down on his bottom lip, teeth grazing over the skin as he releases a prolonged sound of thoughtful thinking before decidedly finalising his selection. A triumphant grin pulls across his features when the mood factor evidently boosts and he finally shoots the other a glance, fingers swaying the console around contently. "—and conquer them like this."

[kouism-deactivated20150423]

    ❝Is that really how you talk to girls? ‘cause if         it is than it’s really disturbing and so cliche. ❞

   Kou was always annoyed with these types of guys     they acted like there were some kind of prince,    and their types      were so overly used that it was disturbing.    of course he wasn’t     jealous,     he was just surprised on how guys could stand to act     like that and how girls could fall for such cliche things.

hasurin

[hasurin]

          ( ✎ ) ░        "Huh — are you okay, buddy?"  It's split moment after he recovers from the temporary episode of self-reprimanding session before he rewinds strings of embarrassment and swivels around, eyes catching the source of the voice as he crinkles his brows. He threads his fingers messily through his hair, absent gestures revealed his irked state as he approaches the other with hand thrusted deep within his pockets.  "Aren't you taking life a little too seriously? Loosen up. You're really going to go out of your way to disapprove a cliche character like me?" Reverting away from unfriendly exterior, he breaks out into a chain of chuckles and shrugs, lips curling into a whimsical angle and knocking the other lightly on the shoulder. 

[osamusmiya]

[aurumtouch-archive]

hasurin

[aurumtouch-archive]

"Hey umm," he’s currently unsure how to word this without sounding like he was either mocking the other or possibly giving the inclination that he had been staring at the other for a bit too long. Which, he somewhat has for since the moment they were squirming around at their seat in the food court topaz eyes have been gazing and wondering as to what was so urgent or irritating for them to be in such a state. The answer came much too soon.

"I think you dropped that," a dainty digit points down at the ground where a keychain had fallen. He’d seen it drop out of the other’s bag but they had not seemed to notice in their own inner ramblings. Now the keychain itself was not of worry but the content, a pretty anime girl winking back up at the two of them. In a bikini.

[hasurin]

          ( ✎ ) ░        The crowded space had plunged Mikoto into an irked state with a distressed expression overcoming his visage. The seat feels too solid and the arch of the back rest is pressing discomfort into the small of his back. It's wedged with additional height at the legs, and his knees are colliding against the bench top within the cramped and limited expanse for his stature. Though really, it all doesn't account towards the nature of the food court or location, but really because the emptiness of his chain of keys are inclining him into a tense dimension where his consciousness is wrung with intolerable tightness.  The fork between his fingers have pierced through the slices of meat an innumerable amount of times and effectively mutated the delicacy into mashed lumps promoting the true essence of inedibility. The forty-ninth sigh slips Mikoto's pursed lips, and his gaze wavers deeper into the seas of gloominess before the Lord's blessings have finally reached out to him. The Lord's holy guidance ( or a stranger's kind finger gesture ) restores the glimmer in his eyes, and potently triggers a dramatic mental reunion that Mikoto conjures within his mind. But always, his image seizes priority, subconsciously or not. Nimbly, he captures the perfect timing to retrieve the item and swiftly returns to his seat with zilch unnaturalness except for the faint flush that'd tinted his cheeks. He clears his throat and presses the back of his hand to his lips, shielding his expression as he leans in to murmur his muffled gratitude. "Th — Thanks ..."

[h0neybf-deactivated20180107]

Mikoto Mikoshiba (aka Mikorin)

[diickaru-archive]

      Squinting at the male, Hikaru began to ponder on WHY       the other had reminded him of someone so familiar.  though at the mo-       ment he had an idea on who they reminded him of;   he just hoped that       the other wasn’t as idiotic as they were.

hasurin

[hasurin]

          ( ✎ ) ░        It's an unnerving attentiveness that the other emits with eyes intently scrutinising him, and as much as he might resemble one, it's rather unsettling to feel like a test subject in itself. It prompts Mikoto to shift his stance, balancing his weight out as he shoots the other a ruffled look followed by an arch of his brow. "So, have you figured anything yet, Mr. Detective? Or you going to continue feeding my ego by staring?" 

[hasurin]

[priinuin-blog]

          "Hey, have you seen my cellphone? It’s pink and rectangular shape. There’s a light pink, penguin strap attached to it.” Worry plagued the teen’s face as he look around for his cellular device, which held various pictures of the swim club and activities the members participated in. He had hoped that the other had seen it lying around.

[hasurin]

          ( ✎ ) ░        Upon the approach, Mikoto arched a brow as he eyes the shorter male, fingers tangling heedlessly around the chord of his earphones. He'd wished to offer help, the expression accompanying the other's anxious gestures was the revelation to his perturbed state. He ruffled his fringe inattentively, lips pressing into a thoughtful angle and a lazy smile. "I haven't, sorry buddy. Do you need a hand?"

[begbrother-blog]

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                    ” i’m constantly upset that i’m old yet                     not old enough to be older than the                     song take on me. “ but of course                     that would mean this year he would be                     turning thirty, and that’s going to be a                     scary thing to experience. 

[hasurin]

         ( ✎ )  ░        He offers the most comforting gestures he can manage, a genial grin tugging at his lips as he throws an arm over the other's shoulder. "Hey hey, optimism should be priority. You're still fine and fresh on the outside, and plus— I'll drag down the average of our ages." He jokes, the back of his hand striking the other's lightly on the chest and he inclines forward, turning towards the other with a sheepish expression. 

[dohu]

YOU MAKE ME FEEL BRAND NEW

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[shoujo-romance]

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[hasurin]

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[roleplaymmemes]

Reblog this with your muses 'I fucked up' face

[hasurin]

[hasurin]

if we rp together

sorry for sucking

sorry for never replying ever

but sorry no returns or refunds

you’re stuck with me and my shittyness for life

[ootori-kyoyas-blog]

{ ✿ hasurin

[ootori-kyoyas-blog]

{-鳳-}— The host club was alive, brimming with energy. It was the busiest the club had been since Valentine’s Day; the cold and snow had pushed most of the guests indoors and caused many of the outdoor clubs to be cancelled, meaning many students had nothing else to do. Kyoya also had the day clear of appointments, which meant he was free to mingle with the guests and manage the events without being tied down. Sales of the latest photobooks were also at a record high, and though the host club didn’t make any money off of them, Renge’s latest doujinshi seemed to have stirred up quite a bit of excitement among the guests.

          In other words, all in all, Kyoya was in good spirits today. 

[hasurin]

          ( ✎ ) ░        The transfer process was unruly, and settling down had always been classified as the most burdensome aspect of repeated travelling. It's a given that most adjust to the constant reoccurrence of the same events, but Mikoto begs to differ in the entirety of trying to socialise. The episode commences with no particular dissimilarity, and up until break, he'd spent the same tactics trying to uncover a route with the highest survival rate ( with the least number of females that he'll need to interact with ). He ruffles his hair in disconcert as he idly paces along the broad and opulent corridors, before he finally comes across a classroom labelled as the third music room. Slightly bemused and intrigued, he catches onto the melody on strings that'd seeped through the extensively wide doors, and eventually decides to take a firm grasp on the door handle and push through. Heedfully, he peers through with the most poised position of snooping as he can manage and shuffles inside, gaze surveying attentively to uncover the means of this supposed music room. 

[quaintrxllx-archive-deactivated]

hasurin

[quaintrxllx-archive-deactivated]

         ❝I don’t think it’s weird that you buy girl toys.❞Even when they don’t really look like girls toy. More like adult but she was still new to japan’s foreign oddness. Shrugging her shoulders ami gave up a ,somewhat, embarrassing fact about herself.❝I would always keep my eyes close when I go inside a dark room before turning on the light because I’m scared i’ll meet a bad version casper.❞

[hasurin]

          ( ✎ ) ░        He finds himself choking abruptly on the hurried sip of orange juice, and his cheeks flush to a faint pink from the restraint of air. Urgently, he thumps twice on his chest, his gaze conveying a look of complaint as he diligently tries to save himself from suffocating. "G — Girl toys?"  ... Is she talking about Mio and Yuzumi and the others? Flustered, he habitually loosens his tie, fingers threading through the accessory and toying distractedly with the knot. "What are you talking about?" 

[sawakool]

there’s a reason for her being so far from everyone else — the supposedly normal females. just by first glance, she’s unlike any other person you’ll ever meet. long, black strands and pale skin ; it’s obvious how similar she is to SADAKO, but unfortunately this ‘ refreshing ' fellow hadn't seen that part of her. instead, he confronts her almost too casually, and she notices how he gently holds her dark locks. sawako’s shocked yet confused by both is words and actions, but a sinister grin never fails to grow on her features. slowly, she’ll look over her shoulder yo look at the stranger and only a single word falls from her lips.

                               ` play ? `

she mutters in an oddly low voice — almost as if she’s trying to scare him.

[hasurin]

         ( ✎ ) ░        His actions are explained with an unnoticeable sigh of relief that slips when the crowd eventually stills, but still with attentive eyes boring apparent holes into his frame. He swallows at the heavy aura that emerges in strings of dulling atmosphere and straightens his form before finally recalling the ingenuous female that he’d wrongfully dragged into the circle of observational ambience. However, his assertive guise had visibly cracked as he reverts his attention towards the girl, his eyes widening and his figure freezes rigidly. Mikoto was well-informed of the urban legend of Sadako, but broad daylight isn’t the occasion that he’d like seek a magical affair with the said presence ( neither is midnight, or any other time ). It doesn’t take a lot for Mikoto to simmer down on the exterior, but there’s twitching brows and unnatural smiles that’ve betrayed his pretence and he feebly retreats his hand with a hardening expression. “E — … Excuse my brash reactions. I ju — just thought that you looked familiar for a second. I must have been mistaken.” It takes quick and brief seconds for Mikoto’s head to clear, and perhaps in means of self-assurance, he offers her sanguine smile. Sadako isn’t this pretty … right? … — Right?