yata misaki

"no blood, no bone, no ash" || Rockside University || Visual and Media Arts

[nobloodboneash]

Have We Met? || Haruhi & Yata

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   Yata was somewhat known for his ability to complain, wether that be about not having enough action when the Gang went out, about Fushimi’s forced study strategies, or about his course load. It was a skill of his to say he hated something while simultaneously using the word ‘fuck’ in ever sentence. 

   However, one thing he couldn’t really make any complaints about was the Rock N’ Ready Dining Commons. For a simple meal plan, it really wasn’t too shabby. It was affordable, and on the occasion his sweet tooth was acting up, Misaki could usually find a decent cake or cookie in the dining hall. 

   Much like the chocolate slice that rested on his tray now as he sat across and slightly down from Haruhi, skateboard tucked under his arm. “Don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he hummed, placing the board beside him. “I’m Yata, from Rockside. You?”

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Drunken Encounter || Fushimi & Yata

   @nobloodboneash​ continued from x

  Maybe he was dreaming or maybe Fushimi was incredibly drunk. Either way he really didn’t expect for what happened literally just two seconds ago to happen.  What happened was not what he wanted to happen but because it did happen he had to react.

However, lets go before to how he got in this situation in the first place. Fushimi understood parties. He understood it was a way for social interaction and just to have fun. What he didn’t understand is why his classmates decided to drag him to one. Fushimi was no social butterfly. He actually preferred being alone in most cases.  So maybe that is why they dragged him to the party? To be more social? He had no idea but he didn’t want to be called a loser or anything of that sort so he lets himself get dragged along. 

  Fushimi didn’t expect to get this drunk but he couldn’t help it. The guys get giving him drinks and rather than tossing them he drinks them. He wasn’t going to let them down. He doesn’t know why he let what they thought of him matter but he actually enjoyed their company and he didn’t want them to think he is some boring loser. 

 It maybe was an hour or two in the party when the incident happened. Fushimi had gotten separated from his so-called friends and he stumbled into an unknown room trying to at least look for the bathroom or somewhere he could do his business. What he didn’t expect was to see his crush literally making out with another guy. Why was he here? Why was he kissing another guy? Why did he have to see this? A million questions came to his mind but he had no time to ask them. He just let his body react on its own.

  Now to the present time in which Fushimi asks what the hell the boy is doing? His reaction makes him go a bit haywire. He drops his drink and grabs Yata and drags him, forgetting that he even needed to use the restroom. Fully focused on the fact that this boy was kissing someone else. Fushimi finds a closet and shoves him inside before shutting the door behind him and turning on the light. 

  He grabs his arm and presses it against the back of the closet before leaning his face closest to male’s ear. “Your first kiss with a guy is supposed to be with me” he whispers in an angry sultry tone before releasing his arm and grabbing his face to smash their lips together.

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   Misaki wasn’t sure what sort of reaction he was expecting from Fushimi, but it wasn’t to be grabbed at the wrist and dragged along. He nearly dropped his own drink with the force, but instead downed it as they moved to protect the risk of spilling it. With no idea where there were going, all Yata could do was shout over the music. “Saruhiko, what are you doing? Oi! Are you listening to me?”

   Misaki continued to grumble, but when along anyway. Before he knew exactly what was happening, the door to a closet was thrown open and he was shoved roughly inside, this time actually dropping his (now empty) cup to the ground just outside the room. Turning to face Fushimi, the smalled male cocked his head and frowned. “What was all that about? If you wanted to talk you could have just -”

   His sentence was cut off, back hitting the plaster of the closet wall. Yata’s voice failed to find him at the sudden closeness of the ravenette, chills racing up his arm at the breath across his ear. He wanted to say something, complain about the situation or Fushimi’s grip on his arm, but instead he breathed out shakely. “S-Saruhiko!”

   Feeling the release of pressure on his arm, Misaki’s body was tempted to move, kicking into fight or flight mode. However, the hand moved up to capture his face, keeping him in place and connecting his lips to his best friend’s. 

   If he had been holding his breath, it would have been stolen from him. His heart beat rapidly in his check, but all he could focus on was the way kissing Fushimi felt and okay, damn, maybe he was a little less straight than he thought. His knees felt weak, and he wrapped his arms around the other male’s neck for support. When he finally broke away for a shuddering breath, Yata looked to him with wide, surprised eyes. “Saruhiko...?”

[nobloodboneash]

“Maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be ok”

   Misaki’s sigh was soft, but apparent. He didn’t spend time talking to Hikari much - after all, they were in different majors and had differing interests, but the basic classes they did share ended in his getting to know her. Maybe I should try to be more of a friend, he thought silently. 

   “You’re right, I just... things have been strange lately. You know?” He frowns, kicking his skateboard aimlessly on the ground. “Plus we’re focusing on a romance unit in my film history class and ugh! It just... pisses me off!”

[nobloodboneash]

“What are you doing?”

Send “What are you doing?” and I’ll randomly generate what your muse catches mine doing

14 - kissing someone else

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   Misaki really wasn’t one for the party scene. When he drank, it was mostly with the Red Gang after a successful night of whatever they were doing, calmly in the bar they used as their home base. However, when a few guys from the baseball team invited him to a joint-campus party, he shrugged with a grumbled “sure, whatever” and joined them later that night. And, when he drank, Misaki drank to get drunk. It was only natural that he would end up here, at a house (branch off, maybe?) of someone he didn’t know, a ways passed tipsy and drink in hand.

   The night air was cool on his skin, a larger group with most of the students from various athletic clubs playing a game of beer pong catching his attention. The game itself was a bore and never kept Yata’s eye long, but the players were a different story. Since coming to college, a lot of things had changed for Yata. He still saw a lot of the Red Gang, naturally, but he’d begun to assess who he was apart from them - one of those things just happened to be his sexuality. He had a theory that maybe he was as straight-edged as he thought, which was fine, but it would at least be nice to know for sure. He wasn’t about to ask any of the guys in the gang for advice, not in a million fucking years. So when one of the said players, a guy from the basketball team who had been speaking to him in passing all night, pulled him around the side of the house, a drunk Misaki decided there was no better time to test his theory. He leaned in teasingly, testing the waters, and when he wasn’t met with any forms of protest he pressed his lips softly to the other male’s. 

   It wasn’t that Misaki had never kissed anyone - he had, a handful of times. But he’d never kissed a guy, and it was an experience he leaned eagerly into in the haze of his alcohol. However, as the athlete’s arms touched his waist a voice raised behind him and they abruptly separated from him. The film student turned as the player slinked away, not quite able to make out his expression in the dark. 

   “Saruhiko!” Yata greeted, a slight slur to his voice. His head felt fuzzy, but even still he was certain of the figures identity. “I’m having fun, got a problem?” The junior held his cup towards him. “You should try it, Saru!”

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Send “What are you doing?” and I’ll randomly generate what your muse catches mine doing

Going through your muse’s closet

Rummaging through your muse’s drawers

Sleeping in your muse’s bed

Wearing your muse’s clothes

Pressing a pack of ice to their nose

Hiding something behind their back (flowers, a gift, etc.)

Yelling at nothing in particular

Watching tv at 3 in the morning

Holding a knife in their blood-covered hand

Hiding behind your muse

Grabbing your muse’s hand to pull them into a dance

Lying on the floor staring up at the ceiling

Flipping through your muse’s photo albums

Kissing someone else

Waving a stick around pretending to be a witch/wizard

Using a spoon as a microphone

Doodling an n.sfw picture

Random generators can be found via google

[mostly-sentence-starters]

Dear Evan Hanson Starters

**Taken from the Dear Evan Hanson soundtrack**

Anybody Have a Map?

“Have you been writing those letters to yourself?”

“Can we try to have an optimistic outlook, huh?”

“I’m kinda comin’ up empty”

“I don’t know if you can tell but this is me just pretending to know”

“I’m flying blind and I’m making this up as I go.”

Waving Through A Window

“No slipping up if you slip away”

“No, I got nothin’ to share”

“No, I got nothin’ to say”

“Step out of the sun if you keep getting burned”

“On the outside always lookin’ in”

“Will I ever be more than I’ve always been?”

For Forever

“And we talk and take in the view”

“We let the world pass by for forever”

“Feels like we could go on for forever this way”

“Two friends on a perfect day”

“And there he goes, racing toward the tallest tree”

“I climb higher and higher, I climb ‘til the entire sun shines on my face”

Sincerely, Me

“But I should tell you that I think of you each night”

“I miss talking about life and other stuff”

“I love my parents but each day’s another fight”

“It’s easy to change if you give it your attention”

“Dude I’m proud of you, you’re pushing through”

Requiem

“Why should I have a heavy heart?”

“Why should I go and fall apart for you?”

“My world has gone dark without your light”

“I will sing no requiem tonight”

You Will Be Found

“Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?”

“Have you ever felt like you could disappear”

“You can reach out your hand”

“Maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be ok”

“They’ll take you home”

“You will be found”

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