loving him was red

sora takenouchi. 17. student. my best friends are idiots.

[sasak-i]

[shoujo-paradise]

I have to change – until I can gain some confidence and deal with people directly. Until then, I have to stay on my own. With the way I am now, I will only make people unpleasant.

Ririchiyo Shirakiin

[ha-roro]

therethere 🌼

[cleromancy]

a cat: *touches me with its small hand* me: *eyes tearing up* thank you

[oilait]

17,900원

[estrelitzia-blog]

i love my girls

[shoujoromance]

[ha-roro]

stylenanda

[simpleisnewluxury]

[learnedhopefulness-blog-deactiv]

That was...something.

[learnedhopefulness-blog-deactiv]

“Concerned about…me?” Takeru murmured to himself, pausing in his rummaging. “Why….Why would you be concerned about me?” He asked, tentative at first but finishing strong.  He kept his back turned to her when he spoke, still staring into the cabinet as if the mugs were not right in front of his face.

He’d said he was alright, hadn’t he? That should have been good enough. 

A lukewarm statement - “I’m fine. I’m alright.” - to show just the right amount of emotion necessary to fool the person into believing that he was opening up coupled with a throwaway statement about the situation…

It was usually good enough.

“I’m fine,” he asserted as Sora came up beside him. “I was upset at the time, but…really…,” he dropped his gaze to where her hand rested on his wrist and frowned,“I’m fine now.”

And, he was…wasn’t he?

“I’m more concerned about you,” and he knew it was a weak turnaround, but he persisted,“I mean, the Michael thing was…silly, but the things Jun said to you….Now, that was cruel,” he offered her a tentative smile as he grasped her hand between both of his and, with a determined nod of his head, declared,“You’ve always worried over me, so let me worry this time, yeah?”

[notyoursora-blog]

Sora knitted her brows together as he spoke, flicking her tongue out to moisten her lips. Takeru was trying his hardest to cover up his emotions, something Sora knew a bit too well herself. She’d always prided herself on being the one to be mature and strong enough for everyone else, but it came with the price of keeping your own issues to yourself.

“Takeru,” she started and let out a small sigh. She searched her mind for something to say quickly. “I know you, you’re not okay, are you?” she asked gently. 

She didn’t want to push him, but Sora knew Takeru eventually had a breaking point. She was careful with her tone and words. She glanced down at her hand in both of his and slid her other hand on top and rubbed small circles into the soft skin of hand, giving him a gentle smile.

“You don’t have to worry about me, I can handle stupid petty comments from Jun Motomiya,” she let out a small chuckle to drive home her point. “Besides, you’re like my little brother. Even if Yamato and I did break up, I still think of you that way,” she smiled a bit more, trying to comfort him. “Just...let me worry about you, okay? It’ll make me feel better knowing you’re okay if you’re that worried about me.” 

Sora swallowed the small lump in her throat quickly. If Takeru was going to play it this way, then so could she. She did have more experience, after all.

[learnedhopefulness-blog-deactiv]

That was...something.

[learnedhopefulness-blog-deactiv]

Takeru grinned brightly as the door opened and Sora greeted him. His smile dampened, turned a bit more quiet, more sincere as she placed a hand on his shoulder as he bustled inside, and he shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to be - Oh, he didn’t know, nonchalant?

“Me? I’m alright! Crazy night, huh?” A laugh with a nervous edge. He quickly followed it up with “You know I can’t say ‘no’ to some hot coco!” and the return of a much brighter smile in order to cover it up. He moved further into the apartment, into the kitchen, and began to randomly open and close cabinets in search of mugs or something. It was a half-baked plan, to be honest. “Here, I’ll even help you make it!”

He glanced over his shoulder during his searching and, you know, nonchalantly asked,“How about you then? How are you doing? There were so many people to entertain last night. I felt like we didn’t get to talk at all.”

[notyoursora-blog]

Sora leaned against a counter quirking an eyebrow as the younger boy rummaged through her cabinets in an attempt to be...helpful? She could tell he was trying to put on a mask. Sora couldn’t help but notice as he got older he tended to keep his feelings to himself more, and attributed it to being so ridiculed when he was younger for being so vulnerable. She perked up at his question, and bit her lower lip in thought. 

“I’m...good. I was mostly concerned about you though, after the stuff Jun was saying to you and the...thing...with Michael,” she hesitated around the subjected, but continued on. “You seemed pretty upset about it.”

Sora finally pushed off the counter and walked over to him, placing a hand on his wrist and bring it down gently as she reached with her other hand to grab two cups from the cabinet he was currently searching in.

“You know you can talk to me about it, right?”

[trxnh]

outfit goals

[d0kamon]

@rainbow09 made this amazing taiora fanart recently and I was so inspired that i decided to draw this based on her drawing. as a sequel or something, idfk, someone write the fic

[notyoursora-blog]

cat: meows from the other side of the house

me: WHAT

cat: continues to meow

me: IM IN THE LIVING ROOM

[bravere-blog]

@ notyoursora

[bravere-blog]

Taichi held onto his own knees, slightly out of breath as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Playing soccer one-on-one was no joke, especially with someone who was better than the average player. Luckily, the air was cool and crisp, so it didn’t take too long to cool down.

The atmosphere was exhilarating; nothing like playing with the guys. Was soccer always this fun?

“Sounds good–so I don’t have to let you win! Alternatively, so I don’t have to feel bad for beating you,” Taichi grinned. He was joking, though; Sora really gave him a run for his money. 

“You sure you don’t wanna come back to soccer? You were playing like you never quit,” he said with a serious tone, gazing at Sora curiously. “The girl’s team could really use you…”

And, I missed playing with you, he wanted to add, but his mind wouldn’t allow him to.

[notyoursora-blog]

Sora rolled her eyes at his comment, reaching over to lightly punch him in the shoulder as she laughed. 

“Please, I would’ve totally beat you if we kept going! Fair and square!” she smiled. 

She softened her eyes. Playing soccer again? She bit her lip as Taichi eyed her. 

“It’s pretty tempting,” she admitted. It wasn’t that Sora disliked tennis, in fact, she rather liked it, and gotten pretty good over the years. But tennis never held the same passion or nostalgia that soccer did for her. Playing soccer lit her veins on fire, like she was really playing. She knew it was weird to describe, but she felt more..at home when she played soccer. She glanced over at Taichi, his gaze still lingering on her as she thought. 

“You may end up convincing me,” she chuckled, but almost wished that he would. She supposed it also had a bit to do with Taichi, it was their game, something they played together. If she played again...maybe they’d spend more time together, since the teams often practiced together. Time with old friends was spare, but maybe...

She heaved a sigh and rested her head against his shoulder, enjoying the silence of the late night. 

“I guess we should get back,” she mumbled, flicking her gaze up to him.

[cretepur-blog]

The Greatest Time of the Year

[cuspatesound-blog]

Yamato shivered as a cold gust of wind blew by. Pulling his scarf over his neck tighter, he shook off the breeze as he kept walking toward Mimi’s door. This Christmas he wouldn’t be spending it cooped up in his home alone. No, this time he’d be with the rest of the chosen children at Mimi’s party. 

He shifted the colorful wrapped present under his arm. For the secret santa event Mimi planned, he had gotten Takeru. It should be easy enough considering that it was his brother and Yamato knew all of his tastes. He still had the lingering ‘what if’ thoughts about Takeru not liking his gift. Either way, what’s done is done. It was too late to try and find a new gift. 

Stepping up through the doorsteps, Yamato fixed up his jacket and shirt before knocking on Mimi’s door. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he saw the decorations through the windows, Mimi definitely went all out with her Christmas Party this year. 

[bravere-blog]

Taichi and Hikari were next to arrive, with Hikari practically dragging him out the door so that they wouldn’t be late. Truthfully, it had taken him forever to figure out the perfect gift for Sora. He had a lot of angles he could take when it came to Sora–a memento of their shared past together? Something related to her current hobbies? Or maybe… something related to her future dreams? Eventually he figured something out, but he hoped it was good enough. At least Sora wasn’t the kind of person who freaked out over hair clips anymore, right? The last thing he needed was for her to take one of his gestures the wrong way again…

Either way, a conclusion was reached due to urgency, and he had a small rectangular gift-wrapped box (wrapped by Hikari, of course, being that his own attempt was a nightmarish cluster of paper and tape) in tow along with a half-gallon of eggnog.

When Taichi showed up, he already noticed Yamato patiently waiting outside Mimi’d door. Maybe Mimi was all busy with her make-up or something? That seemed to happen with girls a lot. Either way, he took advantage of Yamato standing isolated, jogging a bit ahead of Hikari.

“Baby, it’s cold outside!” Taichi ‘sang’ in a horrible voice as he swiftly dipped his freezing cold carton of eggnog into the back of Yamato’s scarf, hoping to scare the shit out of him.

[notyoursora-blog]

Sora shivered under her jacket as she walked towards Mimi’s for the special holiday party she had planned. She hadn’t expected it to be as cold, pulling her hat over her ears down a little more with one hand, the other securing a bright pink box for the hostess herself. Mimi was the girl who had everything, so it took her a while to figure something out, but Mimi was her best friend, and hoped the gesture would be something she’d like.

As she edged closer, she noticed a small group already formed outside the residence, and swallowed the small lump in her throat as she spotted Yamato. She took a deep breathe and smiled quickening her pace a bit to catch up to them.

She bumped Taichi with her hip, causing him to stumble a little with the carton of eggnog still attached to Yamato’s neck, slipping it even further down his scarf. 

“Didn’t anyone tell you you’re supposed to be nicer around Christmas? I think the best gift of all would be not hearing you sing,” she teased.

[cuspatesound-blog]

Hardest words to say

Yamato rolled his phone between his fingers as he sat against the desktop with his back against the wall. He had sent out a text for Sora to meet him here. He pick this room because he felt that it was private enough for him to do this. He picked now…because he wasn’t sure when else he could. Honestly he wished that there would be a clear ‘good’ time for him to bring this up with Sora. Realistically, that’d never happen. 

The clouds were gray, and Yamato could hear the tiny droplets sprinkle down. The dark sky made the florescent lighting of the room brighter, despite it being colder than normal. Yamato took a deep breath and steadied his phone in his hand.  After one breath he felt calmer. He needed to do this. And now was going to be the time. 

Along with the rhythm of the rain he could hear the tick of the clock. The soft sound of his own breathing. Yamato focused on the sounds around him so that he wouldn’t get caught up in his thoughts and consequently back out of this. 

The door to the empty classroom finally opened. Yamato gently smiled as he reacted to Sora’s pleasant aura. He reminded himself to keep the gentle smile and not let it fade off immediately, “Hey, Sora.” Yamato greeted with a gently wave, “Thanks for meeting me here.” He softened his voice just slightly. 

His mouth went dry. He started to forget the words he had practiced over and over again. 

He wasn’t sure how he was going to be able handle breaking up with Sora. 

[notyoursora-blog]

Sora shook her head of the raindrops that clung to her stands of hair, making her way inside from the errand she was set out on earlier that had taken longer than expected. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking her last message from Yamato to verify the room he wanted to meet in. She scrolled through their past conversation, a small smile gracing her features. She snapped the phone shut and slid it back into her blazer, making her way up the staircase.

The classroom Yamato asked to meet her in was far from the entrance, oddly secluded, she noted as she listened to the echo of her footsteps in the empty hallway. She wondered how serious it was, it wasn’t like Yamato to ask to meet like this often. She hoped it wasn’t anything bad, but the knot in her stomach tightened as she finally reached the door.

She tried to shake it off as she slid the door open, giving him a bright smile as she slid it closed behind her. 

“Hey. So, what’s with the secret meeting? Something important?” she tried to keep her tone light, hoping it would cover her worried feeling that was threatening to seep out. “Nothing bad, right?”