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[♙]: Admittedly, she would like a kiss, but he won’t ever catch her asking him for one; Such is her stubborn way.

No need to ask, it’s a bonus, free of charge and with a little extra in the form of his tongue.

#Yukari says meet him in the pit #aonoheika #YUKARI STOP BEING THIRSTY FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND FUCK #real talk though Yukari's a god with his tongue I'M JUST SAYING

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Look at that, now he just wants to kiss her.

#Why is his gf so cute

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#ao-no-heika #aonoheika #Yukari missed pampering his GF WHERE SHE AT

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Hey there folks, you love guys who look prettier than your waifu who are actual queens? Then lemme tell you, Yukari’s your man. Though I’m hella rusty on this side-blog, I love this muse to pieces and I’d love to get him back and running again. So, if you don’t mind: Could you like/reblog this if you’re interested in interacting with Mishakuji Yukari of K Project?

#;;Out of Brocades

Hey there folks, you love guys who look prettier than your waifu who are actual queens? Then lemme tell you, Yukari’s your man. Though I’m hella rusty on this side-blog, I love this muse to pieces and I’d love to get him back and running again. So, if you don’t mind: Could you like/reblog this if you’re interested in interacting with Mishakuji Yukari of K Project?

#;;Out of Brocades

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Any and all questions, no matter what they were, would seem suspicious; in fact he could argue that the seemingly less important they where, the more suspect he would come across. No matter what Clan he was in, Izumo was an informant by trade–a profession that was only beaten out by being a bartender–seeking out answers to his multitude of questions wasn’t something he could help.

“Depends on y’definition’a rarity. Even if y’don’t answer, even if y’don’t tell me y’trade secret, all J rank’s must’a done somethin’ interestin’ t’reach th’top–there never seemed t’be many’a ya right up top.”

The reply was instantaneous, spoken coolly and without any hesitation, there was nothing stopping him from being honest in his curiosity. Yukari denying him an answer made that fact his home, enough for a smile to tug at his lips. The ones up top would appreciate it if he just came out with what he wanted to say, with his questions.

That didn’t mean he would lay his cards out bare for them all to see.

Without another word on the subject a soft oh came past his lips, his eyes focusing ahead of his senpai. “’s that a light over there?”

He could ask all he liked, but a straight answer, or an answer at all, was not something promised to him. Everyone in JUNGLE climbed up on their own, with their own strength and intellect, and that applied to when one desired answers as well. Ah, but Izumo most likely knew this already, didn’t he?

“You’re correct there, Izumo-chan. There aren’t many who get to meet our King. It’s a special privilege reserved for J-Ranks.”

Placing a finger up to his lips in a secretive gesture and a secretive smile on his lips, he’d look ahead to follow Izumo’s gaze towards the direction of the place he called home. Biting back a chuckle, Yukari’s head tilted very slightly before nodding his head in the direction of the light.

“There--is where our King is. He’s a bit of a strange one, but I think you’ll get along well enough.”

Taking several long strides ahead of the blonde, Yukari would pivot on his heel and tilt his head with a teasing curve of his lips.

“So--Are you ready to meet Nagare-chan? This might be your final chance to run back to your little group.”

#leviamusesinpurgatory: Izumo #;;Like Lovers' Talk

ao-no-heika:

[♙]: “…Yukari…”

The strategist’s eyes widened for a moment when he moved even closer, with forehead touching her own, her eyes instinctively focusing on the floor below as she had become slightly embarrassed; She hoped the swordsman wouldn’t think she was being closed-off.

However, even though she didn’t want him to think that way, Mukuro was in fact closed-off, and had been for quite some time, and yet, she wanted to be completely open with Yukari; But it was fear that was stopping Mukuro from doing so.

“…Thank you, Yukari…” She replied in a quiet tone, now finally meeting his gaze, “…Thank you for being so kind to me…so understanding…even though you expect nothing in return…”

Though, that connected gaze didn’t last for long, as Mukuro could feel her eyes starting to water up and closed them before the tears fell; His kindness, open-mindedness, it all reminded her of that man.

“...I haven’t felt this kind of warmth in a very long time…so please forgive me for being emotional…”

“Mmhm?”

The swordsman’s voice left his throat in a pleasant, song-like hum. Such was the tone of voice he always adopted, he always felt it was a little more uplifting than to be perpetually somber, and it added his own little touch to how he spoke. It made it his voice, and his alone.

Softly tilting his head upon taking notice of the change in Mukuro’s posture, the very slight change in her voice as their eyes locked for but a few heartbeats before those glimmering eyes lowered themselves--Yukari’s gloved hand lifted up from her left shoulder, and instead reaching up to place itself on top of her head, and ruffle her silvery hair in an affectionate gesture.

“There is no need, Mukuro-chan. I only want you to be happy.”

How long had he waited for her that evening, in the snow? His gloves had ended up soaked and ruined, the leather tearing apart when he’d finally returned home.

He so seldom saw her smile, and as for himself--Yukari would rather Mukuro only experience joy, happiness, and love. Yes....He’d rather she enjoy such things, to be able to selfishly hold those feelings close to her heart so she’d never remember what sadness and pain felt like.

He’d spent so long making her present, locating just the right craftsman and materials for the brooch he’d intended for her to have. Something bright, to contrast her dark hair and complement that beautiful smile that made his heart skip a beat. Wide-eyed with his heart beating wildly, Yukari had waited at the place they had agreed upon.

“So take your time, I meant what I said, when I said I don’t want you to make a choice you’ll look back upon and regret.”

What would she give him, he’d wondered? Whatever she gave him, he’d love it. Perhaps that’s why she was running late. It was nearly dawn. She’ll come, he told himself. She’ll definitely come, no matter what. They loved each other.

But all Yukari had received for Christmas that year was a high fever that confined him to bed for days, and a broken heart that would remain with him for the rest of his life.

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#;;From a Corpse Blooms a Radiant Garden #Craptastic Doodles #NSFW #NSFWish?????#iUNNO YOU CAN'T SEE ANY BOOB

ao-no-heika:

[♙]: “…Indeed, I am…it would simply be a waste to not use such a nice gift…” The woman didn’t mean to sound cruel in saying that, but she wasn’t going to lie to his face just to give him a sense of false gratification; her honesty wouldn’t allow for it.

Even though it was Mukuro who had subtly urged Yukari to hold her closer, she couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of discomfort from where his hands rested on her; understandable, since she hadn’t experienced this level of intimacy in quite some time. She made no protest to it, though, since she rather enjoyed the feeling of his warmth.

“…though, I am still unsure about my own feelings…I don’t wish to disappoint you…or lead you along falsely…” Mukuro certainly didn’t want to say that her feelings weren’t mutual, but she also didn’t want to dive head first without knowing where things might end up– thus her uncertainty.

“…I think a matter like this requires time to reflect…we’re both adults, so I hope you can understand…please, forgive me…”

“Hoh? Then I’m happy to know it’s been put to good use.”

He wouldn’t take offense to it, he’s been around the former Blue Clanswoman far too long to know that this was simply how she always spoke. Comfortably maintaining a firm but not ironclad grip on the woman’s hips, so that she could escape if she saw fit to do so, Although, Yukari couldn’t deny that it stung a little bit to hear her next set of words.

...And yet he also felt a twinge of hope.

With that feeling in his chest, the swordsman simply hummed and leaned down to move his hands to her shoulders instead, trailing his gloved fingers along her skin until he was cupping her face to have her look up at him. Once he was certain he had her attention, his forehead pressed against hers as his eyes softened, and his smile carried far less of an edge. Again, he inhaled the sweet floral scent of the Queen of the Night, its aroma seeming intoxicating when coming off of Mukuro.

“Mukuro-chan,” Yukari spoke quietly and with a more subdued air to his voice. “There is nothing beautiful about forcing one’s feelings on another. I understand.”

With those words laid out in the open, he straightened up, but allowed his hands to continue resting on her shoulders.

“I can wait as long as you need, so take your time. Your feelings...They are very important to me, and I would prefer that you not have regrets.”

#aonoheika #i HEARD YOU NEEDED FEELINGS #;;Like Lovers' Talk