* \ 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐘 .

indie , selective , & private blog for ken takakura / okarun of dandadan . loved by venus .

[okaruton]

#OKARUTON : an independent , selective , & private blog for ken takakura / okarun of dandadan . loved by venus .

low activity & currently under construction — please be patient with me !

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[okaruton]

starter call ! one liner to a small paragraph at most , but i’d love to build some connections with my current mutuals :)

[okaruton]

guess who finally got access to this blog again . . .

[cryptinspo]

– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

"Don’t look back."

"I missed you."

"It’s too late."

"Please don’t go."

"You promised me."

"Who did this?"

"I forgive you."

"We were gods."

"Leave me alone."

"They found us."

"Trust me, please."

"I need help."

"Run. Don’t stop."

"It wasn’t me."

"I remember everything."

"Burn it all."

"Tell me why."

"You never called."

"It’s just rain."

"You owe me."

"She’s not breathing."

"Is that blood?"

"You were right."

"It ends now."

"We start over."

"Stay with me."

"Nothing feels real."

"I hate this."

"Do it now."

"They're watching us."

"Make it stop."

"It's not yours."

"I was waiting."

"He’s behind you."

"They’re all gone."

"Time is up."

"Bring them back."

"It’s our turn."

"This is wrong."

"Don’t let go."

"We are cursed."

"No one knows."

"You're not real."

"Don’t say it."

"I saw everything."

"Nothing ever changes."

"Call it off."

"What are you?"

"I found it."

"Let me in."

[okaruton]

apologies for the radio silence ! i've been a bit busy and out of sorts lately , but i finally have time to relax after i finish this assignment , so i'll try to be around sometime today !

[kentakakuraluvr]

Momo's beaming as Okarun approached, only to freeze. Eyes wide, body rigid, she stood while he wrapped and secured the plush scarf 'round her neck -- a gesture she wasn't expecting, but not an unwelcome one. Her heart skipped before hammering against her chest. Once again, he'd considered and placed her first. One hand rose to lift the portion of the scarf beneath her chin up to mask to her nose in hopes to mask the flush of her cheeks, the other anxiously clenched and unclenched. Be still, her beating heart. ❝ Oh... ❞ Quieter then, gaze averted, ❝ ... Thanks... ❞ She studied him from a side-eye in all his fidgeting glory. A gulp of courage and her hand linked with his in one swift movement, threading their fingers together while taking special care to avoid locking eyes. ❝ Yeah, let's go... ❞

[okaruton]

so wrapped up in his own nerves , he’d hardly noticed her reaction . he makes his way to the entry , slipping on a pair of shoes before heading out the door . the evening chill hits almost immediately , sending a slight shiver down his spine , but he pays no mind to it , more so considered with momo’s well being than anything else .

the two begin their short trek to the market , glowing streetlights dimly illuminating their path . there's a prickling sensation in the tips of his fingers , realizing he forgot to put on a pair of gloves before exiting . and now her own hand is hardly an inch away from his . no gloves either , it seems . i mean , if it's merely for warmth , they could — no , what is he even thinking ?!

the last time they held hands , momo had played it off so seamlessly , as if it were no big deal to her . meanwhile , he could only be grateful that eye contact was avoided to prevent spotting the noticeable flushing of his cheeks . in that case though . . . he reaches the tip of his pinky out , as if to merely test the waters , but when he makes contact with her hand , he's quick to retreat .

it's then that he realizes they'd been walking in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time . " it . . . sure is cold . . . "

[okaruton]

almost instinctively , his hands crave to reach out , to brush the strand from her face and tell her she did a good job today . would she even like that ? most likely not . it'd probably come off as more creepy than anything else . instead , takakura settles on pushing those thoughts aside and awkwardly adjusting his glasses .

" if you're up for it , we could go together . . . ? " even after all this time , after everything they've been through , there's still wariness every time he suggests they do something together . " oh , my day ? it wasn't too bad ! university's just a way different ballgame than high school , but it's fun, i think . . . "

[kentakakuraluvr]

Auburn bangs cascaded over her eyes, her gaze lingered on him. The hand that awkwardly fiddled with his glasses sparked a flutter in her chest. After all this time, he hadn't changed -- not really -- and that too was apparent in the audible hesitation in his invitation. They'd been through the life-threatening, the dubious, the run-of-the-mill and yet he still remained the same old Okarun that stopped her in the hallway all those years back. Maybe a bit cooler, but the same in all the ways that mattered.

A lighthearted chuckle then. ❝ Fun? ❞ Her eyes trailed off to the side, the faintest hint of color rising to her cheeks. Same old Okarun... But she'd stifle those thoughts for now. ❝ Well, that's good. Kinda feels the same to me, just bigger. ❞ Clever as she was, school was never exactly her favorite ; it was Seiko's urging ( and Momo's uncertainty for what she wanted for her future beyond her involvement in the paranormal ) that coaxed her into attending.

And it didn't hurt to be able to catch Okarun between classes every now and again. Maybe she hadn't changed much either.

Momo rose to stand, arms reaching to the ceiling in a brief stretch before falling back to her sides. ❝ Alright, ❞ she flashed him a smile. ❝ Let's go! ❞ Crab curry, here they come.

[okaruton]

maybe ‘fun’ isn’t the best way to describe it , but there’s enjoyment from the normalcy he’s obtained lately . part of him worried that the two would lose their only common ground after the tides had settled , and yet , nothing seems to change . she’s still momo , the girl he’d probably spend the rest of his life pining over — too meek to ever face imminent rejection .

his face lights up at the sudden enthusiasm . rising from the couch , he removes the scarf he hadn’t bothered to take off and places it around her shoulders . “ it’s cold out right now , and yours is in the wash , so . . . ” as the words come out , he struggles to make eye contact as hands wrap the fabric comfortably around her neck .

“ ready ? ”

[okaruton]

@shamenomore

he could've sworn he'd seen her face before . though he isn't too knowledgeable on the world of celebrities , she had such a striking look to her it's hard to forget . where did he know her from . . . — right ! it suddenly hits him !

" you're the instant ramen spokeswoman , right ? i knew i recognized you ! your flavor's actually my favorite , but the one with the pink hair isn't so bad either . "

[kentakakuraluvr]

Was her day tiring? Sure, but no more than any other. Walk to school, go to class, eat lunch, go to class, walk home -- the old rinse and repeat. Was it so wrong to play it up a little in the name of being babied?

A hum of discontent. Of course they didn't have crab when she wanted it...

... And of course he was willing to go get it for her.

( Were her cheeks flushed from the pillow against her face or how Okarun continued to put her first time and time again? Who's to say. )

Momo sighed before rolling on her side to face him. "It's alright. Don't worry about it." Her first full sentence since he'd walked through the door. She shifted to sit upright, elbows propped on her knees so her chin could rest lazily atop her folded hands. "So, how was your day?"

[okaruton]

almost instinctively , his hands crave to reach out , to brush the strand from her face and tell her she did a good job today . would she even like that ? most likely not . it'd probably come off as more creepy than anything else . instead , takakura settles on pushing those thoughts aside and awkwardly adjusting his glasses .

" if you're up for it , we could go together . . . ? " even after all this time , after everything they've been through , there's still wariness every time he suggests they do something together . " oh , my day ? it wasn't too bad ! university's just a way different ballgame than high school , but it's fun, i think . . . "

[okaruton]

@paramythas

he had no idea there had been anyone nearby to watch him transform back into human form , eyes widening at the sight of a figure just a mere few feet away . should be fine , right ? after all , the average human wouldn’t have been able to see the brief battle that went down . “ oh , h- hello . i was just . . . getting some fresh air ! ” no shoes , no shirt , pants tattered— certainly a choice for a nightly walk .

[kentakakuraluvr]

There's more disgruntled grumbles under her breath while Okarun guided her, her body shifting its weight haphazardly to and fro as they went. On the couch, she assumed Today-Was-So-Tiring position once more and buried her face into a pillow in place of floorboards.

The mention of curry appeared to have gotten her attention ; that much was clear in the one eye she let lift from the cushion and meet Okarun's. Mouth still muffled and muted against fabric, ❝ ... With crab? ❞

[okaruton]

momo must have had a tiring day . his wasn’t exactly an easy one either , but not so much that he’d faceplant into the floorboards.

“ i don’t think we have crab right now…— just give me twenty minutes and i’ll be right back ! ” it’s no trouble at all to take the short walk to the store if it meant getting to see her perk up a bit .

[okaruton]

starter call ! one liner to a small paragraph at most , but i’d love to build some connections with my current mutuals :)

[pro9amer]

             sipping  leisurely  on  his  soda,  the  humble  commotion  made  for  some  light  entertainment   ;   though  it  was  nowhere  close  to  obliterating  a  few  forest  goblins.  gaming  between  studies  gave  him  a  natural  boost  of  energy.  blue  light  be  damned.  but  the  light  from  the  windows  added  a  nice  character  trait.  the  place  looked  larger  with  it.   

scanning  the  parameters,  yamada  was  simply  minding  his  business.  one  person  at  a  time  he  feasted  his  eyes  upon.  perhaps  one  individual  he's  held  contact  with  a  second  too  long  because  now  there's  an  approach.  he's  gaining  on  him.  great  ──  but  the  way  he's  in  uniform ; a  bus  boy  maybe ?  “sir”  sounds  ...   formal.  ❛  actually  another  cola,  please.  this  one's  flat.  ❜  he  points  it  in  the  curly  haired  male's  direction. 

            ❛  also ... ❜  using  the  other  hand  to  draw  attention  to  the  free  wifi  sign  on  the  wall.  ❛  tell  your  manager  to  invest  in  a  stronger  signal.  ❜ 

[okaruton]

sheesh , this guy is really demanding . and even if he did work here , is that any way to talk to a poor , underpaid service worker ?! still , there was a 'please' tucked in there . for a second , he's half debating on obliging before quickly shaking away the thought . " oh , no ! you see , i don't actually — " at the mention of the poor internet connection though , his face lights up in agreement . " right ?! i've been telling them for ages ! the manager thinks i'm being dramatic , but i bet if you complained too , he'd definitely realize ! "

[kentakakuraluvr]

❝ Mmmmmrh... ❞ A grumble from the girl planted face-first onto the ground, legs wriggling defiantly. Yeah, she could use her words but she was so tired...

❝ MmmmhMm... ❞

Welcome home, Okarun. Yes, she would love some food.

[okaruton]

there's a tenderness to his features , a gentle touch of her arm as encouragement to . . . not do that on the ground . " at least make your way to the couch first . falling asleep on the floor won't do you any good , c'mon . " he leads her over to the couch before taking the seat nearby . " now , let's see . . . oh ! i could make curry ? "

[pro9amer]

                 ❛  figures.  ❜  he  sighs,  disappointed  with  the  internet.  playing  an  hour  of  fos  was  out,  considering  the  wifi  yamada  thought  he'd  try  at  the  new  cafe  before  class  was  a  complete  waste  of  time.  not  every  place  had  high  running  speed  efficiency  apparently  ──  at  the  very  least,  their  food  was  decent.  better  to  enjoy  a  meal  "people  watching"  than  fiddle  with  his  laptop.

[okaruton]

maybe it was an accident — it had to be . otherwise , why would a guy that seemingly handsome and cool be staring at okarun ? was his hair sticking up in a funny way ? parfait on his face ? he quickly glances at the reflection on his phone screen to ensure no physical abnormalities before speaking up . " uhm , sir ? can i help you . . . " his tone is wary , hoping it doesn't sound as if an attempt at a fight is being made .

[okaruton]

@kentakakuraluvr

" miss ayase , i'm home ! i can start dinner in a bit ! are you in the mood for anything ? "

[erobret]

❝ BIT OF THIS AND THAT . I MOSTLY SELL FLOWERS . ❞ she began to answer as the pair moved down the path towards the street lights . ❝ i also sell herbs . ❞ she lifts her basket as in to explain further , ❝ but i also give painting lessons in an attached room ! ❞ she had a few students that came every tuesday as long as the weather was nice .

the bridge was coming up now and free hand lifted to point to the building just on the other side of it . it was the end unit of a chain of buildings --- well it was the end two units she had purchased together so that she shop was large enough . she looked over her shoulder back in the direction of the forest . brows rose at how thick the shadows had become . they would be safe once they made it to the shop .

she quickened her stride , hurrying him along until she heard the pleasant sound of the bell --- which chimed as they crossed the threshold . already she felt more at ease . ❝ come this way . my apartment is above the shop ! ❞ she set her basket down on the counter before opening the door just behind it to the stairs that led up . once up and the lights turned on she removed her shoes and offered him a pair of plush pink slippers .❝ are you hungry ? ❞

[okaruton]

he should have guessed by the basket , presumably , but it's nice to make conversation as they navigated through the darkness . " do you plant and pick out everything you sell ? it sounds like that'd be a lot of hard work . . . " nonetheless , he had to respect how dedicated she seems to dabbling a bit in such a variety of topics . " i've never really been all that great when it comes to art , so i think it's cool when people have the talent to teach others , " there's a softness in his tone , one that indicates sincerity in his words .

and as the two near the bridge , he can't help but feel as if something is . . . off . as if the pair are being watched right now . though , every time takakura musters up the courage to look behind his shoulder , he's eerily greeted by a complete darkness that swallows its surroundings whole . while she makes no verbal indication of urgency , he's quick to match her speed until they make it inside .

once they make it to her apartment , he slips on the fuzzy pair of slippers , a stark contrast to the cold dirt he'd just emerged from . it's the mention of food that causes his stomach to growl on command . " o-oh , no ! i'm fine , really ! i couldn't bother you with that when you went out of your way to save me . just being able to stay here until the sun rises is more than enough ! i don't even need a bed . i can just . . . " he pauses to put his arms out , " stand around here in these super comfy slippers ! " and what a sight to behold . not a single piece of clothing on him was left not tattered , hair disheveled and glasses crooked .