FUTURE.

"If you think too hard when you don't have a brain, you're going to hurt your head." - Claude Ahn. 23.

[msubitna-deactivated20210608]

FLY HIGH

wow!

sports!

so cool!

the way the ball goes whoosh only to fall like splaaaaat because gravity’s a cruel mistress and no game goes hard enough to best it. that’s so sad, bitna thinks, watching one (1) ball go whoosh only to fall like splaaat before her very eyes. she has zero comprehension of what is happening before her very eyes (only that there’s a game—great!—and it’s almost over–GREAT!—and claude is doing well, she thinks? or assumes? because he has a fan club, so he has to be half-decent, right?). 

but she isn’t here to enjoy a leisurely game of volleyball. she’s here because—

because. well. 

“why am i here,” bitna mutters to herself, her eyes widening in mild perplexion. why is she here? she went to claude to ask him some probing questions after deciding he was perfect material to base a second lead off of in a new manuscript (secretly, of course!). one thing led to another and she’d been convinced to join his fan club to unlock access to his TRAGIC BACKGROUND and, oh, right! she wanted to write an editorial page for him! a redemption story (er, maybe not redemption)! an epic! a real tearjerker! “oh,” she murmurs. “…but why am i here.”

a loud whistle blows, forcing bitna to jostle herself free from the prison commonly referred to as Her Mind. the game seems to be over and a crowd seems to be rushing to their feet to cheer (did they win? they won, right?) so she follows suit. as surreptitiously as possible, bitna weaves her way between the people, careful not to stumble off of the bleachers too dramatically. everyone seems to be dispersing on the court, so she’s allowed to get her job done now, right?

well. no matter. she’s never waited for permission anyway.

“claude!” bitna calls out, scampering up to the other, a self-writing ink pen already hovering beside her as she fishes out her notebook (the other one, the one for mokseong mondays—not for her creative endeavors). “that was great! you were wonderful, um—” volleyball terms, volleyball terms! come on! she’s got to know at least one! “you sure were wonderful… smacking that ball around! don’t your blood vessels pop? your arms get a little spotty—oh wait, not the point! i’m here!” she waves a little flag with claude’s name on it. “part of your fan club—well, it’s a trial period—so it’s time for you to tell me your story!”

                       ( CHAPTER ONE … LIKE A PHOENIX                                        STARRING … CLAUDE AHN ! )

[msuclaude]

what’s better than standing in the middle of a volleyball court,  in the middle of a tournament game,  with his very own fans chanting his name from the audience ranks and all the expectations resting ( casually ) heavy on his shoulders?  absolutely nothing.  this is what he’s always dreamed of doing as a living.  and while he may not have accomplished his goal of becoming a world-wide renowned volleyball player of an official team,  his passion for the sport has never died out.

the game ends with a victory and claude eventually exits the changing room,  sports bag hanging leisurely around his shoulder and a small towel embroided with mokseong’s logo resting around his neck. he hears her before he sees her,  head turning in the direction of the source belonging to no other than dearest bitna.  the smile reigning over his lips is almost instantaneous - not because of her being here,  but her actually holding his official fanclub flag.  so she has been convinced to join,  after all.

his mind doesn’t even consider the possibility she is merely using it as an excuse to find out all about the darkness his past houses,  believes she really must be into his play style.  can’t blame her.

“why,  thank you,  bitna.  i’m sure i only got to win because you guys cheered me on.”  he replies, cheesy lines rolling off his tongue like a second nature to him.  that’s what fangirls like to hear, isn’t it?  his head cants,  lips pursing,  as if contemplating her having done enough for him to reveal his background to her.  and he does it for a moment longer,  drags out his response with an exaggerated thoughtful sound rumbling in his throat. 

fingers tap against the smooth surface of his cheek for emphasis,  keeping up the act because,  well,  he is just obnoxious like that.  “what am i getting in return for telling you all about it,  though?  are you going to use it for anything?  do you plan on writing a book about me?  my autobiography?  are you going to make me a huge superstar?”  inquiry upon inquiry is tossed at her,  and with each question he leans just a little closer,  until his face is right in front of hers with a playful twinkle in the brown of his irises.  a second later he’s leaned back,  straightens his posture. “just kidding.  let’s go somewhere else and i’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

[msudaisy]

- APPLE CINNAMON TEA* — w. claude

apple bobbing with @msuclaude​

the exploring of the event was going well for daisy. she was able to gather a bag of candies and other sugary treats and say hello to a few friends here and there but the young woman herself found herself going out of her way to avoid the more intense ( loud ) attractions, like the maze or the hall of mirrors for the most part. but she heard some rumors that the apple bobbing stand would be quite interesting, that they were charmed to show a person’s soulmate when a peel was thrown into the water.

she didn’t care for finding her soulmate, no, she was making her way to see if she could figure out what charm was being used. oh how exciting. the young woman had made her way to the attraction when she saw a tall figure in a top hat, her eyes squinting, he looked familiar oh, it was a tuxedo mask! she wondered if a sailor moon was nearby, that would be a cute picture!

“excuse m-” daisy called out but was cut short when she realized who it was, “oh claude sunbae! do you have a sailor moon nearby! i really want to take a picture with one!”

[msuclaude]

apple bobbing proved itself to be,  actually,  quite an experience.  the peel he tossed inside the enchanted water let the first letter of his crush surface ( or so he liked to believe,  unaware it was rigged by his dearest friend ),  and his mood had been soaring ever since.  while he held no real hopes to ever get back together with his ex-girlfriend before,  he gained new-found hope,  a spark of motivation to keep pursuing his feelings and another chance of a future with her in his life as his partner. 

daisy’s voice caught his attention,  had him turn his head in her direction to be greeted by the sight of the girl in her adorable costume.  “why,  hello there,  daisy!  looking real cute as ever.”  he responded,  smiled,  gloved fingers adjusting the hat threatening to slide off his head.  the question had his brows raise,  aware of a certain sailor moon running around,  somewhere,  yet was nowhere to be seen in that moment.

“unfortunately my sailor moon is occupied with other activities.”  he began, a bit apologetic,  was quick to follow up with an offer.  “but you’re always free to take a picture with me,  tuxedo mask!”  he took a hold of his cape,  swooshed it once,  playfully.  “it’d be a cute memory,  don’t you think so?”

[jinyoungot7]

“you did well today”

[msuspence]

.weeb alert

a note for @msuclaude

he was procrastinating a little, just a little. the couch was just very comfy 

plus he was tilting his head this way and that trying to figure out just who claude was dressed up as. his own costume was still sitting on his bed in the other room, yet to be even touched since this morning. but that wasn’t important right now. 

he knows he’s seen this get up somewhere, not recently, but it was familiar. 

of course, he couldn’t ask claude. that would just be breaking their unsaid roommate agreement. they didn’t speak to each other, had their own understandable differences that cause that result. and it did make things a little difficult at times, like right now, but he wasn’t going to be that one to cave. 

no, so instead he sighs, forces himself off the couch and snatches the sticky notes off the coffee table. 

yes, they communicated excusivly through sticky notes. ‘we’re out of milk’ and ‘please lock the door when you leave’ are among the most common– which means they can get along… if sharing milk is anything to go by, they just chose not to. 

to with a blank face, he crosses the room and holds out the little pad of yellow paper, ‘what the hell are you supposed to be?’ scribbled messily. 

[msuclaude]

claude believes he looks pretty damn dashing in his overly black,  silky suit sponsored by dearest grandmother,  the top hat sitting atop his head rounding up the outfit,  along with the white gloves fitting perfectly on his fingers and the white mask framing his deep brown eyes.  now only esther needs to see him,  he thinks,  hopes to enchant in a way that will have her fall in love with him all over again. 

his daydreaming is interrupted by the presence of his roommate,  sigh falling from his lips.  as someone who considers himself a social butterfly and a person who likes to run his mouth a lot,  the whole sticky note communication arrangement is sheer torture.

eyes fall to the scribbling he’s holding out,  brows raising in the most judgemental way he possibly can.  his roommate is so behind on trends,  it seems.  ‘tuxedo mask.  guess you are going as yourself?  judging by you not even being dressed yet.  can’t say it’s a good outfit choice tho.’  he jots down quickly,  passes the item back to him.  

he turns back to the mirror a second later,  preferring to admire his perfect reflection than the face of a sour roomie. 

[msuxahyoung]

Breathing Water

There were many different ways to stay underwater for longer than a human body was usually equipped to. Some ways worked better, others much less good, but the shark head was always a good way to shock anyone who was off-guard. It wasn’t her favourite, but it wasn’t a bad option either.

“I won’t lose this time, I’ve got a couple more spells and herbs up my sleeve!” she announced, determined not to lose like the last time. She wasn’t actually a 100% convinced that she would win, but she definitely would give her very best. Usually, she didn’t have as much of a competitive streak, but it almost felt like banter typical for siblings. She didn’t actually have any siblings related by blood, but that only made this all the nicer.

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense that he would win again, he was a couple years older after all, but she was a very good herbology student and wasn’t going to give up without trying.

“So, what’s your sleeve got hidden for the next round?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

@msuclaude

[msuclaude]

it was amazing,  how someone could get this competitive at something as trivial as holding their breath underwater the longest.  in a way,  it was utterly pointless,  made no sense,  nor did it provide either of them with anything educational or any sort of improvement.  but those were the exact things claude absolutely loved doing;  the nonsensical type of stuff he could easily share with ahyoung.  

“you do know i suck at magic,  right?”  he answered through a laugh,  short-lived,  but very amused regardless.  she’d been trying her best,  tugged out all kinds of tricks from her sleeve to beat him at the little game they set up in the pool.  and yet claude had done nothing but rely on sheer willpower.  his improved stamina because of volleyball helped heaps.

his hands lifted,  palms faced upwards in a small shrugging motion.  “but i can always let you win for once.  if that’d make you feel better.  i guess.”  there was something taunting about the way he spoke,  almost provoking her in the most playful way.  that was a big brother thing to do now,  was it not?  and he loved it so much.  she was the little sister he never got to have and a bit of teasing confirmed how fond he was of her.  

nimble fingers brushed wet strands of brown locks out of his face,  grin in his voice.  “let’s go for another round.  count to three!” 

[iitsfriday]

TO THE TOP!!

IT’S NOT THAT SHE HATES VOLLEYBALL. because she obviously doesn’t, otherwise she wouldn’t be here now. here being within the gymnasium relearning the basics (but it’s like riding a bike when you’ve done it so long) with her cousin. and honestly, all she’s doing is just spiking. but there are pre-existing factors to take into consideration. one simply doesn’t look as cute and dateable in a volleyball uniform as one would in a cheerleader uniform. and by now her palm tingles. and let’s not even mention the fact that claude had dragged her into playing so much growing up that it will never be nothing more than something fond to look back to and the occasional summer nightmare where she is stuck in a loop with five hundred flying volleyballs coming at her face and claude’s great ol’ face in the background telling her to do it again but better. 

                                                                                                     but, friday digresses. 

                                    maybe volleyball and her just wasn’t in the stars.

nevertheless, having lost the deciding round of rock paper scissors she’s here instead of sitting pretty in a dessert cafe with the top three most popular cakes in front of her; all three, cause she could never pick. might as well make the best of it, right?

“so,” friday grunts, jumping high to slam her palm against the ball. while she’s here, might as well grill her cousin on something that presses greatly on her mind. “when are you gonna ask hyewon out again? this is our last year after all—” she lands on her feet, eyes watching the charmed ball bounce onto the far left corner of the court—”ha! i still got it!”—before flicking over to claude, gaze inquisitive. 

                                                                     “well?”

                                                                                                 / @msuclaude

[msuclaude]

claude thinks his cousin should feel grateful he’s sacrificing precious,  valuable time to train her barely existent volleyball skills instead of enhancing his own.  the next tournament is right around the corner,  after all,  and with a bit of animosity going on within the team lately the outcome doesn’t look all too good for the mokseong team.  at least it’s not his fault,  he concludes;  others should simply stop poking their noses into his business and quit judging him merely by tales they’re being told.  he stands close to the net,  arms crossed in front of his chest.  her spikes are getting better with each try,  hardly ever reach the standard he’s set for her,  though.  

annoyance starts to spread across his features - not at her poor way of spiking,  but the question she flings his way so very casually,  too easily.

“who says i’m going to date her again?”  he snaps,  lips pressing together,  almost bitterly so.  of course he does wish to call himself esther’s boyfriend.  why would he not?  six years have passed and his feelings for her still exist,  broodle inside him like a never-ending burning fire. “i don’t think she likes me that way anymore,  though.  why else would she go on dates with other guys?”  bitterness has made its way into his voice by now as well.  

he lets another ball get tossed at friday,  expecting her to jump a bit higher now.  punishment for being a nosy girl.  serves her right.  “what about you and your one thousand exes?  is your collection growing?”

[msuclaude]

she punched me in the face. it was not so great.

adjusting the finely crafted top hat sitting atop dark brown locks,  tuxedo mask saunters his way over to a face he’s seen around frequently,  yet never got to converse properly with before.  even now,  with everyone celebrating the festivities,  she sticks out like a sore thumb,  her expression vastly different from the rest.  “hey,  pretty girl.”  he greets @msuwendy,  charismatic grin and all.  gloved hand fixes the white mask framing his eyes,  noting the lack of drink in her hand.  

“don’t you want something to drink?  oooooor do you want to dance?  i’m not the best dancer but hey,  it’s all about the fun.”  standing around all dressed up with nowhere to go doesn’t look like a lot of fun,  and claude has made it his mission to change that.  “my name’s claude,  by the way!  what’s yours?  also that outfit - it looks unique.  did you make it yourself?”

[gyupeach]

here comes the g r o o m.

[msuatlas]

your job here is done.

  halloween event, costume party                     with @msuclaude.

       not another sailor moon coming up to him and asking about tuxedo mask’s whereabouts, please. 

as this appears to be one of the many perks of being a volleyball king’s best friend, atlas has soon grown accustomed to being bothered by claude ahn's terrifying army of remarkably loyal fangirls ( and boys, unsurprisingly ) from time to time. it happens in the hallway when some random hwaseong girl runs after him, yelling “ATLAS!” in an unnecessarily ear-shattering screech. it happens when he’s rearranging books in the library, the only place in the entire castle that begs for absolute silence but unfortunately, some idiot that’s whipped for a man called claude ahn just refuses to get that. once again, atlas’ name is mentioned; all these people chasing after the poor guy just to ask for claude’s contacts.

black’s the most favored costume color choice of the night — enigmatic, sophistication, darkness, sorrowful, death and it fits every halloween character from salem witches to count dracula. ironically, too much black makes these students invisible in atlas’ eyes as to the guy who chose to dress up as gotham’s emo superhero, they are nothing but merely blurred, pitch black silhouettes blending into the shadows. 

claude still stands out though, frankly, even when he has the blackest cape attached onto the blackest tailcoat, with the blackest, most hideous-looking top hat sitting nicely on his head. the white mask that barely covers half of his face might have made it easier for claude to be spotted, but that isn’t the reason why atlas was able to recognize him from afar. perhaps when someone means the world to you, all you see in a sea filled with millions of different faces is still your world. it’s basic physics, as atlas likes to assume for fun. 

“trashymask!” batman calls out to tuxedo mask. “it’s halloween night but instead of being haunted by an actual dead soul, i’m haunted by your dumb baby boos.”

[msuclaude]

honestly?  claude never would have thought his outfit choice would be sparking this much attention.  it’s pretty basic,  but pretty damn iconic,  too,  he muses,  gloved fingers rubbing his chin.  the reactions he’s receiving from girls having dressed up as a broad variety of sailor moons do nothing but enhance his ego,  strenghten his already boisterous confidence and give him the validation he’s seeking almost daily.

little do all these girls know there is only one sailor moon for him,  and,  unfortunately,  the very sailor moon cursing through his head is not with him right now.  still,  he’s walking around the party grounds,  cape swooshing along for the whole dramatic effect.

he doesn’t expect to be hearing atlas’ voice any time soon -- he doesn’t recall seeing him around all day,  is pleasantly surprised when his very best friend appears in front of him in his trademark color.  the mask may be concealing his face from the public,  but claude knows he’d recognize him from ten miles away.  that’s what real bros do.  “aw!  is batman jealous the one and only tuxedo mask is,  once again,  the popular one of them two?”  hidden brows beneath the mask wiggle up and down,  barely visible,  unlike the haughty,  cocky grin laying upon his lips.  

“i swear,  if you’d drop the whole grumpy act for once in your life,  the girls would be flocking to you,  too.  but all you do is frown and scowl and look like mister untouchable.”  on second thought -- “i guess it fits with your costume,  huh.  good choice.”  gloved fingers reach up,  give atlas’ cheek a small pinch,  affectionate nonetheless.  “maybe you should be dressing up as super mario next year.  it’d help you find your very own princess and maybe get a girlfriend.”

[msumalia]

i see you at the movies

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msuclaude​

Malia was a fan of horror films, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t scare her. They actually frightened her— sometimes to the point of keeping her awake all night. But hearing that they’d be playing no-maj movies, the girl couldn’t help but hope she’d be able to catch one of her favorites at some point in the night. Claude agreeing to accompany her for one was just the icing on the cake. 

Just before their meeting time, the girl ran back up to her dorm to pack a small bag of movie snacks (including his favorite, melon bread). For extra measures, Malia quickly scrambled to grab a blanket for them to sit on together in case the other was too busy to bring one of his own. As she ran down to their agreed meeting place, the girl had to wear her bamboo mouthpiece to hide the wide smile on her lips. Thankfully, the sun had already gone down, allowing Malia to hide the pink blush of her cheeks.

She’d found him in no time (not very difficult when he looked so dashing as Tuxedo Mask) and hurried her steps to join him at his side. Slipping her basket of snacks onto her arm, Malia waved excitedly before removing her mouthpiece once more.

“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting! I was getting us some snacks to eat during the movie. Did they happen to see which one they’re playing?”

[msuclaude]

movie night was bound to be all spooky.  even though claude had no clue just what the movie the staff picked out for them was going to be about,  he could predict it’d be something dearest malia would be scared of.  what kind of sunbae would he be if he hadn’t agreed to watch it with her and keep her safe from all the jump scares and terrifying moments?  this was what good friends did for each other,  after all.

while she prepared an entire basket for their shared time,  claude appeared at the designated meeting empty-handed.  he knew malia would come fully equipped with everything they’d need for the movie,  saw no reason to carry unnecessary items with him.  “no clue what the movie is about,  but you’re such an angel,  malia!  i knew i could count on you to prevent us from starving.”  he responded as a greeting,  eyes taking in the cute outfit she had chosen for halloween night.

“or should i be calling you nezuko-chan for now?”  he added,  teased in the most endearing way.  a hand rested on her shoulder as he guided her over to where they’d be making themselves comfortable,  fingers having snatched the basket from her hold to carry it instead.  “i can already smell the melon bread.  you really know the way to my heart, huh?”  words light as a feather,  holding no further meaning.

the basket was placed down on the spread out blanket and he carefully removed his cape.  thankfully it wasn’t too cold this evening,  still tossed in an offer, “if you’re cold,  i can give you my cape.  wouldn’t want you to catch a flu or something.” 

[msuhyewon]

⟪ roses are red ⟫

she should have known that hayden was planning something from the start when he’d given her those smug little looks. but then, hayden was always giving her strange looks, so esther hadn’t thought too hard about it. her friend is always doing strange things, and if esther questioned everything hayden did, she’d be ruminating until she died. 

but maybe she should have seen something coming, when hayden dragged her outside, despite her half-hearted protests. she’d followed him anyways, because esther has always had a hard time saying no to hayden when it’s not something dangerous, which it rarely is. all that means is that the younger often gets his way, unless he’s making bad decisions. 

somehow, the last thing she expects is to be shoved forward through the eerily lit path and into the arms of someone who smells all too familiar. she looks up at the face, almost scared to have it confirmed, and her cheeks flush when she meets the eyes of ( @msuclaude ). “claude,” she manages before she breaks eye contact. “hay—” she starts, turning to stare at hayden accusingly — only — he’s already gone. 

damn that boy, she thinks dismally to herself. she should have expected this. hayden is the self-proclaimed captain of the ‘ship,’ after all. “um, hi… i didn’t expect to see you until later,” she mumbles without looking up at claude, awkward and shy despite knowing that they were going to see each other — they’d matched their outfits, after all. 

[msuclaude]

claude was a simple-minded guy.  he didn’t like to think too deeply about things,  never dwelled on something for too long.  it was always easier to just take whatever life threw at him without much resistance because he had no control over anything that was happening around and to him,  anyway.  having long given up on that,  he decided not to question hyeon and his demand,  followed the boy’s words blindly.

it was halloween after all,  an event that was bound to be filled with surprises.  and so he stood there in the dimly lit path with his fancy top hat atop his head and a white mask framing deep brown eyes.  the last thing he actually expected was to have his very own sailor moon appear in front of him,  right into his arms. it took claude a second or two to comprehend just what was going on,  and why it felt so right to have her in his embrace.

“oh!  uh.  yeah!  surprise,  surprise,  i guess?”  gloved hand reached up,  rubbing the side of his neck habitually.  he didn’t try to avert his gaze,  took in the sight of esther dressed in her super cute senshi outfit.  “you look really good.  sailor moon fits you.  guess that makes you my bunhead,  huh?”  a grin was in his voice,  on his lips as he moved to open the door of the carriage for her.

he held his fingers out for her.  “after you,  m’lady.  let’s have a great time!  i promise to be keeping you safe from any weird creatures blocking our path.”  a bunch of roses had to be sufficient for their defense.  he didn’t actually carry his wand with him anywhere he went,  unlike most students.  only once she was seated did he follow along,  sat beside her,  his arm feeling weird dangling by his side.  

[msujunseong]

` snow white ;

event starter: mokseong mausoleum

bobbing for apples sounds very messy and wet, and yet junseong is completely and entirely invested in getting one of those apples with his teeth. now, the rumour is that if you unpeel the apple and toss the peel back in, the peel will form the shape of your soulmate’s first name. junseong isn’t really sure how much he believes that, seeing as how he doesn’t even like anyone, but he knows that @msuclaude will probably both be simultaneously eager and terrified to do it. 

it doesn’t take a genius to see that the older male definitely has someone on his mind. actually, junseong is rather more surprised by the fact that they’re not actually dating, or that claude is under the impression they aren’t. he doesn’t know her all that well, but from what junseong can tell, she’s definitely reciprocating the feelings his friend and teammate is harbouring. 

that being said, he’s prepared to manipulate the results for claude, if necessary. can’t get in the way of true love, right?

“i’m going to get an apple before you,” he says confidently to the other male.

[msuclaude]

fate is for losers,  isn’t it?  he’s read it somewhere,  how one should be taking matters in their own hands rather than waiting for a miracle to be brought along by lady fate.  but claude,  always opting for the easier,  less complicated option,  does place his trust in fate right now,  in the whole ordeal of having his soulmate’s name revealed in form of apples.  

of course he tries not to make it too obvious,  his greed and desire to have either an h or an e revealed in front of his eyes,  but the way he dips his face inside the water and tries to snatch an apple with his teeth a bit too eager gives everything away.

“hah!  i got one!”  he cheers victoriously after the unpeenth try,  voice muffled by the apple stuck between his teeth.  his love for a woman he cannot have guided him to victory!  he thinks so,  at least.  the apple is quick to be peeled using a spell he actually knows to use properly and he gives his cousin a look,  intense and drawn out,  as if to build up the whole dramatic flair this very moment requires.

“it’s not like i care about what i get.  pft.  why should an apple tell me my soulmate?”  a half-hearted bluff.  regardless,  he tosses in the peel,  raises his hands in a near puerile way to cover his eyes.  “t - tell me what i got!  be honest,  junseong!”  maybe luck will be on his side for once.

[demongyeom]

he just came to say hi ♡

[fuwhefaewifhuwi]

my ideal romance!

with my favorite man in a suit, @msuclaude!

to say yeonhee was nervous would be an understatement. the fact that she had the opportunity to ride a carriage with THE claude ahn was practically a miracle come to life! especially after what happened at the haunted house with kevin, she needed to have her improve with yet another knight in shining armor. specifically, the prince of volleyball and the sole reason why she cares about toseong’s quidditch team.

he’s aware of how fond she is of him. it didn’t help the fact that she was also in his fanclub, along with malia. but what was funny was how she’s in this situation right now. really, she knew she had no chance with him. she’s a freshman starting off at mokseong and he’s a senior. if he’s only here as an undergraduate, she’ll never be able to see after he graduates. but even still, there’s still a little bit of delusion in her. not to mention the fact that it was hard not to be in complete heart eyes over him because of how handsome he looked! 

if only she dressed up as sailor moon… instead, she dressed up as a green, headless ex-wife. but at least she had the space buns! 

she looks over at him again, already feeling too shy to speak to him. keep it together, yeonhee! you can do this! he said he liked soft girls, right? good thing she can act like that. “you look amazing as tuxedo mask, claude,” she says with a smile. “it’s really fitting! because he’s really charming and brave!” and handsome, she wants to say. but if she flirts with him like that, she’ll seem bold and scare him off! she did not want to scare off a cute boy at all! 

[msuclaude]

the carriage ride,  while deemed as romantic by most,  appears to be nothing of that sort to claude.  a simple trip from the castle halls to the pool of the universe and back with spooky sounds and lots of fog?  pretty generic.  perhaps his sense for romance laid in something different than this.  not that he can think about such things;  not now in the presence of yeonhee.  

she is cute.  super cute,  even,  but much too young.  he always appreciates her support and admiration. his mind,  however,  doesn’t even register the option that she might like him more than for just the volleyball superstar he is.  because claude is simple-minded,  his thoughts don’t consider something that is possibly complicated.  that’s why he is friendlier with her than he should be,  never forgetting to give her head an affectionate pat whenever they cross paths in the hall on the way to class. 

“you really think so?”  he asks,  smiles at the compliments she generously tosses at him.  a gloved hand reaches up,  fixes the top hat sitting atop his head.  “i guess that makes me worthy of wearing his costume,  then,  right?”  cheeks push further up,  bring forth the whisker dimples under his eyes.  an unexpected bump causes his arm to move around her frame instinctively,  fingers gripping her shoulder ever so delicate to make sure she won’t happen to fall out of the carriage.  

he does feel the need to be protective over her,  just like he is with the rest of his fanclub.  “are you alright?  i think they forgot to clean this marred road before setting up this activity.”  mild worry laced around each word,  though it was muffled by the reassuring look he’s giving her,  as if to say he’ll be there to keep her safe no matter what.  “your outfit looks really cute,  by the way.  love the space buns.”

[msuclaude]

                       ❝ But you, Sailor Moon, you will forever be immortal.              You will be the most beautiful star shining in the sky for eternity. ❞

                    ahn claude as tuxedo mask ( pretty guardian sailor moon )                           ↳  matching with @msuhyewon as sailor moon !

[msuclaude]

sugar, spice & everything nice!

after all the spooky,  gloomy fun in the haunted house and the kind of wild bumpy ride,  pumpkin carving is actually a nice change of pace.  peaceful and fun,  even more so since he’s in the company of his very good friend @msuxhimari​ and her ever so adorable daughter natsuki.  the girl is someone he’s grown to hold dear to his heart,  someone he cares and looks out for,  just like he does with her mother.  in the midst of all the dramatic connections he has going on,  he appreciates them and the joy they bring to his life a whole lot.  even though he is a handful to deal with at times. 

he’s busy helping natsuki carve out the left eye on the pumpkin,  adjusts his fancy top hat at times when it threatens to slide off his head.  “which character are you going for,  stephie?”  he asks,  calls her by the nickname he’s developed for her over the last month.  gently bouncing the child on his lap when she is demanding attention again,  a quiet,  but hearty laughter following suit.  and he does as she asks for,  places his focus back on creating the perfect shape for her favorite character.  he’s still speaking to stephanie despite his eyes watching natsuki’s movements.  “you look so fancy in that red dress,  though!”

[itchycoil]

could you be any more annoying.. lol

Easily