wroɴɢ.

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辺古山:

“ The royal courtyards. Make it snappy, too; I will not be afraid to have you executed. “

               ❛ roger that -- lift off in three...two...one... ❜

                           and the boy heaves the other onto his back, their                                        silhouettes disappearing into the sunset. 

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辺古山:

“ I command thee to give me a royal piggy back ride. “

                   ❛ yes m'lady! where to? ❜

[nemuigema-blog]

alright now i have to-

-AGRESSIVELY SPITS OUT SODA-

I’m two away from 50? How-

w h a t

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澪田:

⊰上の岩⊱ “… Ibuki couldn’t sleep though, so she stayed up trying to write some music.”

               ❛ i doubt you can write when you're sleepy, though. it wouldn't be                           nearly as good! that's like teruteru doing something on an empty                           stomach. it won't work. ❜

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                      ❛ you know, you can really start seeing some freaky stuff when                                     you stay up all night, so don't do it. ❜

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七海:

▓▒░ ☁-; Fu… fu… fu.. went the tiny snores that escaped from her mouth (and nose since you need both to even do the snore ehuehue) It was almost like she hadn’t fallen asleep the whole day. Her whole body relaxed and in fact, she may have gotten more comfortable by sleeping more against him. She isn’t going to lie, but this was probably one of the nicest moments she’s been in. And she only started talking to this boy for, what, 27 minutes now?

   Heat. Was that heat? She felt heat. It was probably coming from Hinata, not that she minded of course. It just made her feel safe to know that someone hasn’t shoved her off yet. And it’s the first time she’s ever slept on someone accidentally. But of course, her nose twitched, a small sneeze once more—

                                                                     ❝ … C-chu! ❞ 

   Now she was awake and her head shot right up. But there went the embarrassed, roseate, flush that finally took over. Goodness.. how long.. was I asleep? a hand brought to her lips, her vibrant colored eyes widening. She was.. speechless. Well… 

                                                                                            — Did.. How long was I asleep..? 

   I mean, of course she fell asleep everywhere, but.. Oh man, oh man oh man! She was worried more about messing up. I mean.. it was impolite to do such a thing! Hot cheeks gave a warm atmosphere, her hands placed on her own cheeks. Ah.. the warmth.. Chiaki’s hands were usually always cold. So.. it was a nice change to get some warmth. Huh?

   Nanami quickly grabbed his hand—

                                                                                                      — Wha.. He’s.. so warm…

   And the next thing that happened.. His hand was now caressing her own cheek. The embarrassed flustered that was there turned into a very happy (almost) grin. What was she supposed to say? To Nanami, this moment was really magical. すごい ! One would say. 

                 ❝ Eheheh… ~❞ escaped a small giggle. She wasn’t sure what this feeling was.                                                        but she really loved it.

    For the next couple of minutes.. she kept her hands on his own hands, not really realizing that he could dislike the.. well.. not entertainment, but reaction. She was weird. Waking up with hot, red, cheeks but then that embarrassed look turned into a very happy reaction. She was delicate. Gentle. Soft like a fuzzy bunny. She looked like a child, experiencing what all of these feelings meant. Happiness… was that what you would call this? She didn’t know..

   Wahh.. I… just.. her thoughts stopped there. Hinata’s hand was almost as big as her face, her hands being tiny that when she pressed them on her face earlier, you would still be able to see her flustered reaction.

   ❝ Hinata-san.. ! ❞

    Cue the pastel girl grinning like the dork she is.

   Well.. that’s just your average Chiaki Nanami at your service.

                             when all else seemed to fail, another sneeze had broken through the air,                                something becoming increasingly bothersome with how close she was now.                                without her conscious mind, her mouth hung agape, completely uncovered,                                a mist carrying over to his sleeve. the boy had caught himself from making a                                sound; quiet as a mouse, he laid -- though, he'll have to remind himself to                                go home and clean up his shirt later. gross, but again, hinata could put up                                with a lot.

                            and there she was again, fully functioning, her power nap having done her                               well, he guessed. the area from where her head previously rested became                               cold as it met again with the outside, his seared skin finding comfort within                               each wafting. his instant reflex was to put her back, but intuition was gnawing                               at his brain's back door, reprimanding him of his possibly foolish actions. but                               he was certainly, almost positive he was not expecting the next part.

                            it tickled, at first, the feeling of another's skin against his own. his hand was                               already warm with anticipation, sandwiched between five appendages, each                               sending a different spark back to his brain. it was so smooth, but he wasn't                               going to sit there and grope her face! yet, he was stiff as a board; each limb                               halting in its place, he a mirror to her. and while she was having a total ball                               with his hand, he was tying to figure out why in the heck this was all                               happening. 

                           七海, a name standing proudly with its definition of 'seven seas', and he finally                               knew why she was called so; there was an openness about her, something free                               floating about her whims and her actions. she acted quickly, sometimes                               without ration, as depicted here, but that's how the ocean was; utterly                               unpredictable, and it'll swallow you whole. 

                                       ❛ ...you know, you're really strange. ❜

                           the remark probably would have sounded cold if it weren't for the opposite                              decorating his expression; he was nervous, holy cow was he nervous, but a                              smirk had squeezed itself out from a corner of his lips, cheeks becoming more                              full with the contracting of his muscles. that was just him to be blunt about                              what he saw -- you put out what you put in. this made him sort of indifferent                              towards others, maybe a better word for it would be an asshole, but he was                              only this outspoken when he knew no damage would be done. he didn't want                              to cause any scars that could not heal, especially to his baby-faced companion.

                                                                         「 ♪  boo! boo! boo! ♫ 」

                           a melodic ring, familiar to both the teens sitting outside; the school bell. and                              that means that lunch was over... this was over. awestruck and glued to the                              earth beneath them, hinata's legs refused to start moving, but its not like he                              was telling them to. it was the last week of school, finals were all extracurricular                              activities. a wavering glance fire exit doors allowed hinata to be graced with                              the flashing colors of others, some hurrying faster than others; everything                              seemed normal, except for his willingness. now he was no truant, despite how                              much he longed to not be forced into a desk that he was sure caused every                              student some form of back pain, and he wondered if nanami felt the same way                              too.

                          practically hearing the palpitations within his chest, he turned all the way around                              to face his convivial colleague. 

                                       ❛ hey, um, let's stay here. i-if you want. ❜

[denpasei]

うそつき

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squeaks i like n ever even talked to you o R ANYTHJNG AND IF I COME OUT OF ANON Y OULL PROBABLY BE LIKE ' who u ' but your writing is a MAZE AND I LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH LIKE EVERYTIME I SE E IT ON MY DASH I READ IT BECAUse l LITERALLY LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR POST S ;;;; -lies down-

THAT REALLY MEANS AL OT TO ME?? for someone to look forward to my posts makes me want  to cry im serious i thought i was being a burden to some people

BUT SERIOUSLY WE SHOULD START A THREAD OR JUST COME INTO MY ASK BOX AND TALK TO ME BECAUSE U SEEM GREAT?? pLEASE LET ME DECLARE MY LOVE FOR U SWEET PRINCE

bribe: hinata will give u a piggy back ride if u reveal yourself (i know, its a hard deal, take your time)

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you are so good u literally make me want to t HROW UP BYE

WHAT THE HECK WHO iS ThIS iM GONNA SCREAM

but THANK U I?? I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY BECAUSE IM SO HAPPY

AND U MADE ME BLUSH FRICKIN NERD C’MERE IM GOING TO KISS U

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?:

              Knocking the door in front of her, the pinknette could feel that she was going to faint in a few seconds. She didn’t even know about where she was, but she was sure that she wasn’t in a good condition.

                a patter against wood; his door. and he really thought he was going to be                           able to sleep in today. a foot shook off excess covers, his body rising from its                           meditative state -- he was already suited in his every day attire, hoping to                           squeeze a power nap in. nonetheless, we all now how that turned out. a ruffle                           of his hair to wake him up, preparing for the other at his doorstep. it could be                           any one of his classmates, especially the one with...

                                                                                                                          ...pink hair?

                                 okay, wait, he definitely didn't know this girl. an eyebrow hung low                                      in bewilderment, fingertips still grazing the knob of the door as he spoke. 

                                            ❛ ...can i help you? ❜

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Sakura moved forwards to try and take the cookies away, but she proved to be far too slow. At his face, the girl hurried to apologise. “Gomen! I don’t know what happened! I’l definitely bake you new ones, I promise.”

How this had happened, Sakura had no clue. Usually her cooking was pretty good - not incredible but certainly tasty in its own way.

                     ❛ ah-- that would probably be a good idea. ❜

                               a sly hand reached for his face, which was about to contort into                                             something unpleasant. he tried to be as swift about the matter as                                             possible, mouth puckering, ready to kick the pastry out of its abode.                                             fingers wrapped around the chewed food -- again, in the most subtle                                             way possible -- and cast it off to the side. hey, they were outside, so                                             at least the substance would be biodegradable. but still... ew. 

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七海:

▓▒░ ☁-; Well his reply was… cute.

   To be completely honest, him sitting next to Nanami made her time wasting precious lunch better. Someone to actually talk to and not stare at pixels and hear fake sound effects of doors slamming and screams even though she could all day. And well, at the beginning of ten minutes of their time, she felt as if she gotten a connection, a spark, one that would probably lead to a better future with their now-blossoming friendship.

   Screw what the others were saying about Hinata. Chiaki was filled with indignation from all those haters anyway. Why was he the one he had to be picked on? She would sacrifice herself to get picked on, beaten up, it simply wasn’t fair. Ignore it, Nanami, don’t want your temper showing..

   Reality took over:

❝ A flower crown? ❞

   Ah, it was only Hinata’s voice.

   She looked up quickly from her eyes that laid upon her tiny, pollen finger hands. The pastel haired gamer planted her hands on the ground. Ahh.. the feeling of cool greenery that gently caressed her fingers along with her palms. It was sort of warm today, but that didn’t stop Nanami from taking off her hood. And she hadn’t realized it, but her pink and white kitten backpack still lay against where she was sitting before. Her head cocked to the right side of her body now.

                                                    mm.. Chiaki gave a benevolent smile.                                                                  ❝ … . Yes.. it is. ❞

   Legs shifted in a normal Japanese seiza position.

   Again, she stared upon the daisy flower crown she just made. Should she.. put it on her head? No, it would be okay. She knew exactly what to do with it. A tiny smile flashed from the thought of it. Mm, there went the breeze—

                                                                                                            — !! Nanami sneezed.

   Goodness, her sneeze wasn’t loud, but more like a soft … Chu! It sort of surprised her. She hadn’t.. felt it coming! It was just out of the blue. Hrm.. what were they talking about? Well.. nothing much. Let’s change that:

                ❝ Ah.. Hinata-san..? ❞

                                                                                              ❝ I.. I want to get to know you more. If.. that’s okay.. ❞

   Fu! That finally came out. She’s been wanting to do that since the beginning. Curse her shyness. But.. how would he react to it? Would he be creeped out? Too shy? Was it too early? Oh goodness, she hadn’t thought about this, it just spoke all on it’s own. But it wasn’t long before a yawn came out, stretching her arms in the air before resting..

   ❝ I.. hope.. I’m not.. a… ❞             Eyes were heavy, her head.. it rested on his arm. 

   Chiaki.. fell asleep. Finally after trying to hold it in for so long. This would surely be embarrassing when she woke up. She wasn’t sure why, but before she ended up dozing off, her heart .. fluttered? What did this mean? Oh god, she’s not dying is she? No.. she couldn’t be— Nanami was too young to die. Eventually that thought slowly crept away, and innocent, soft, grunting took over. But of course, without realizing it, she had spoken a little bit in her slumber:

                                                                                                                          ❝ mrh.. Hinata…. ❞

                                                                                                          chu --!!

                        a scrunch of the boy's nose in response, mostly out of confusion. was there                            a kitten nearby? maybe he just imagined it all. or was it...? okay, stop                            nanami, because you are weakening his walls.

                        her words were the only thing that sliced him from his shell -- though, that                            hardened barrier was starting to feel like jelly.  

                                                  ❛ huh? ❜

                       that was the only thing he could muster out of from dry lips at the moment.                           sudden, yes, but meaningful. he could sense the contradiction flaming                           between both of her hues, scorching into the side of his head as his mind was                           turned into mush. he may have came off as a little hesitant with vision going                           back and forth between the daisy crown and her plea, but by all means, he                           would accept in a heartbeat -- now it was time to confirm that. sure, he hadn't                           known her for long, but these past fifteen minutes have done miracles for his                           courage and determination to avoid what he wants. a nasty habit of his, it was;                           in these types of situations, hinata's legs were more than happy to pilot him                           home, to sleep, to forget about everything and carry on a normal day tomorrow,                           but the fatigued girl beside him was worth paralyzing his legs...er, so to speak.                           y'know, he really liked his legs, so. 

                                 ❛ yeah. that would be nice. ❜

                      lips curled to his cheeks to offer a cordial expression, something that he truly                          hadn't needed to fake to make her feel better. spending time outside of where                          they were forced to be may have been a little scary in hinata's mind, but he knew                          it would be the same atmosphere as it was now. wait, hold up, he didn't mean                          that, otherwise he would be stressed their entire time together--! well, moving on,                          he just knew it would actually allow something to grow in between them -- and                          nanami was a diamond in the rough. not many out there were like her, and he                          knew when a diamond wasn't fake.

                      an eye peeled open, trying to read what nanami was thinking; alas, her features                         proved to be of no help. coral hues were closing, her stance wavering with the air                         around them--

                                                                                                     -- oh, well, okay. 

                     ❛ n-nanami, don't fall asleep here, someone will, uh, see, and... ❜

                            it's not like anyone cared anyway. they were both the laughing stock of the student                          body, so he guessed teasing wasn't going to lessen or worsen. the patter of her                          head against his sleeve was getting increasingly heavy, her head becoming a                          weight that dragged him down, probably both physically and emotionally. if                          cheeks weren't already flushed, they were now; the trickle of heat radiating onto                          his left shoulder, the tree behind them becoming the stake the poor boy was                          being burned alive on. taking both of his hands, a light shake was delivered to his                          other, her scent whisping around him as he did so. he couldn't really put his                          finger on it...plastic? i mean, he could put his entire face in it and sniff away all                          day, but he'll just focus on waking her up for now.

                      it was almost like there were cameras around them, hinata wanting a game show                          host to walk out from behind the bushes and tell him he was being punk'd. but                          there was no movement amongst them, their lime leaflets hanging gently in the                          air, their eyes completely on him. after a few more rattles, the other gave up, a                          breathy sigh making its way up from his lungs. and this was only day one of                          becoming something more with the total nerd next to him, and there was only                          one way he could describe its feeling;

                                                 lifelong friends who have never met before. 

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落書き permission to upload this was given by the artist

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literally why did my mom make me watch life of pi with her. im GOING TO CRY NOW FRICK

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七海:

▓▒░ ☁-; The quiet expression had remained the same. Well, for about two more minutes until there was a light giggle that came afterwards. It was rather late, for she had only realized what he said.

   ❝ Everyday…? Feel.. free to join me in my little corner. ❞ Her voice almost inaudible. Why would he join her? They’ve only met. It wasn’t like they had a special bond… yet. That was her goal after all. So far she’s made him talk. The gamer supposed that was a start. It was also a start that she hadn’t messed up her words by referencing something with video games.  How.. weird. Or rather one might’ve said behind her back. It wasn’t that she cared, it was just how loud they spoke behind her back about it. 

   Hm? Ah, they were surrounded by tiny little flowers around the tree. Her tiny fingers.. stroking the petals of one flower that was next to her. It wasn’t long until one by one she began to pluck several sizes of tiny daisies. Pluck.                                        Pluck.                                             Pluck                                                  Pluck…

   And though usually she would’ve been continuing her games, she was done.. for the rest of the time she sat next to this brunet. The flowers in her hands were graceful, her nails digging into the stem of one daisy only to be inserting the other daisy’s stem inside of the loop that was created. Can you guess what she was doing? Ah, yes, a flower crown.

   Nanami was definitely a big fan of flowers. But yet, she couldn’t quite make enough time to water flowers.

                                                                                          — ちょっと待て! Realization hit her!

   … . . ❝ .. Your surname.. It means.. Sunflower.. right? 向日 ? ❞ 

   ❝ … I like it. ❞

   Truly she did. It seem to fit him. But of course.. he couldn’t realize it yet. Chiaki understood that his problem today was with everyone at the school. Her accomplishment was to be that one person who would always be there, different from everyone just like she was already. Chiaki wanted to be that one kind person that truly accepted him for who he is. Chiaki wanted to be the one that was willing to give him hope. Chiaki wanted to be that one girl … Well… she can’t.. explain… that last part… The thought makes her a wee bit sad.

                                                     Nanami, don’t think about that now.                                                         He’s more important, currently.

   Ah.. right.. Insert the doll-similar looking girl who continued to weave; interlacing the plenty of flowers that were picked from the ground. 'Through the hole, poke another.. through the hole, poke another…' was the repetition going on in her head. Basically for the next 5 minutes or so, the two truants sat there, watching and staring at a floral crown. 

   Now to think about it.. What exactly did Hajime Hinata like to do? There must be som— Wah! She ran out of flowers.. Oh well. Minus well lace it together and finish the chain. It turned into a crown.

   Chiaki set the flowers on her lap instead of her forehead. Her head looking at her small hands, it’s been a long while since that taint of pink has been placed on her cheeks.

    Finally, a calm voice spoke after silence.

                                                                                                          ❝…. Chiaki.. I’m Chiaki Nanami. ❞

                                                                                                                   That’s who she really is.

                            ❛ i've always thought of it to be a bit, er-- girly, but... ❜

                          gee, having nanami around was presenting too many problems! he could                             barely put his sentences together coherently, so despite him getting that                             honor roll or her knowing that he paid attention in class (as far as she knew),                             he probably seemed like the biggest dork of the entire school. and what was                             he supposed to do, thank her again? he was afraid it was becoming too much;                             him saying the same thing over and over again wasn't going to blossom into                             a normal conversation. this wasn't a fan preaching to their beloved -- it was                             two people trying to talk, or at least kill time until lunch ended.

                                       ❛ ...yeah, it's my name. ❜

                                                                                                              ---- smooth. 

                         perennials perched upon porcelain skin, weakening its body to become                             something greater; an almost entrancing sight for the student. the cream of the                             daisy had accented her visage, painting her fingertips with its pollen, whisking                             around pale appendages as the wind continued to sway. she looked intent,                             something set upon her features that hinata could only recognize as tenacity.                             to be set on a task so small, almost inconveniently small, seemed to strike the                             boy as a little odd. though, with her project coming to its finishing line, his                             curiosity couldn't help but grow. maybe it helped his anxiety of completely                             trashing this lunch period lessen a smidgen as well. 

                                           ❛ a flower crown? ❜

                        now, this was definitely something he was familiar with. a quick look around could                            give just about anyone an idea of what one of those tropes was. hinata had                            never really cared or paid much attention to petty things like putting plants on                            your head, but hey, whatever. it was one of those harmless happy things to                            which the boy just said to heck with it. but regardless of his cynical outlook                            towards the popular gesture, there were some tiny thoughts that wriggled into his                            mind, hm, such as what nanami would look like with one on, for instance. ghostly                            petals splayed across pastel curls; a delicate accent for a delicate girl. and it                            might just be him, but it would certainly bring out her almost constantly puffed                            out baby face, which struck him as kind of cu--

                                                                                   ---- woah. okay, imagination time was over.

                                        he should just bury himself under this tree right now                                                 and have nanami stand as his headstone.