boy jesus

kise. 16. you know my name not my story.

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☆ KING CITY | kuroha

Unfortunately for those around him, Kise had a penchant for drifting off into a daze, eyes glossed over with a serene haze when he blinks twice in succession and plasters on a smile that stretches for mile, laughter reverberating off the ribs of his throat when he admits he must have not been paying attention. The cycle is usually followed by a swift jab to his side by Kasamatsu's rough hands or a mild look of indignation from everyone else, but this time, he's alone (and the feeling makes his gut sink, just a little).

His habit of sinking into dreams of championship titles and forgotten one on ones usually only winds up with him on the losing end of a situation, but accidents happen, right? It's not necessarily his fault (except it definitely is) when he nearly knocks over another student in his stupor, eyes stretching wide and hand immediately reaching out to steady him.

Kise gives an apologetic smile, laughter crinkling the corners of his mouth after he makes certain Kuroha's all right (in the loosest sense of the word, at least). 

"Ah! Sorry, sorry! I should probably watch where I'm going, huh?"

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☆ ELECTRIC | renzou

Due to an extremely inconvenient bout of bad luck, Kise was practicing looking much more pitiful, which called for near pathetic pouts and glassy eyes that threatened to spill over with tears any second. It wasn't intentional, not really; he had always had a habit to dramatize the issues at hand, twisting them until they accommodated him perfectly. However, he was under the self-centered impression that he was allowed to feel a bit of pity for himself, especially now.

The lengthy explanation of the penalty for academic probation sat in the back of his mind, gnawing at it like perennial headache. Normally, failing a class would be the least of his worries, had it not meant that he would be swiftly placed on the bench until he could find it in himself to give his grades the same dedication he gave basketball.

Once the English class begins to file out for lunch, Kise immediately turns on Renzou with a miserable expression creasing his features, bottom lip jutted out into a pout when he asks, "Are you failing, too?"

"I mean it's not fair, right? I've been passing up until now!"

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夏目さんにあげた黄瀬くん( *`ω´)

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☆ DOE EYED | kasamatsu

[kasamatsv]

Kasamatsu sees Kise’s crash coming with perfect visibility from miles away. It starts the same way it always starts: with a fidget, a barely there twitch of his fingers that soon expands into a full body movement complete with sound effects in exaggerated sighs and the whine that begins somewhere in the back of Kise’s throat and builds until it gains enough momentum to come barreling out in a spill of vain complaints.

He’s prepared when Kise finally slumps, already sliding Kise’s worksheet out of the fall zone to spare it needless wrinkles, and disappointedly noting that this isn’t even breaking a new record.

"Everyone is busy, Kise." Kasamatsu replies on automatic - a variation of the same argument they’ve had a million times before. "You don’t deserve special treatment just because you’re…." His brows furrow behind the wall of the textbook, lowered a moment later, "….you."

The air rings with a resounding clap as the worksheet is cracked down upon the table, near enough to Kise’s ear to risk a paper cut. "And you’re going to find yourself a lot less busy if you can’t pass your classes; I won’t have someone who can’t keep up with academics on my team." He raises an eyebrow, expression otherwise bland, "Maybe you’ll have better luck with Akashi."

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Kise, despite delusions of grandeur and godhood, realizes that Kasamatsu's right, even if he isn't nearly as willing to admit to it. The arguments and egocentric remarks sit in the back of his throat ready to spill out, given the opportunity, and the pitiful expression on his face sours into something resembling a much brattier version of a pout. He props his head up against the palm of his hand, eyeing Kasamatsu with unwarranted indignation and fidgeting with the itch to spit arguments at Kasamatsu's feet.

The words hit his ears like the fatal blow, confusion spreading across his features as he blinks with picturesque innocence and tries to wrap his head around the concept that he is, in fact, not the godhead he's raised himself up to be. "Huh? Why not?"

As quickly as the words tumbled from his lips, the worksheet comes falling back into orbit, landing centimeters from his ear with much more force than necessary. Kise jolts up with a yelp that receives more than a few shushes from the peers surrounding them, and opens his mouth to protest, only to close it at Kasamatsu's next statement.

He twiddles his thumbs beneath the table, bottom lip caught between his teeth and defeat plastered across his face in fluorescence. "No, no! That's fine, I'll..." He sucks in an overly dramatic breath, and prepares himself for academic war, "just try harder!"

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★ starstruck

Being slightly unfamiliar with the academy grounds wasn’t too daunting a task for Kou to figure out.

He just needed the right person for the job and the academy had an abundance. It didn’t take long for him to find the right prey, and once he had — well, Kou wasn’t shy about getting their attention. With a decisive step closer, Kou directly obstructed them from escaping him, at least for now. If they cooperated well with him then this would go along swimmingly, however if they acted out against Kou’s wishes well, they’d soon find out why it wasn’t the smartest idea to do that.

"Hey, hey! ♪ Can you help me find the Dance classroom?"

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Trailing into class late with an apologetic smile already plastered upon his features was, undeniably, common for Kise. It was a habit of his, lingering too long between the fawning gazes of peers and the absent chatter surrounding him. Today's not much different, sans the fact that there was an unusually charismatic obstacle blocking his way, all cheery overtones and double-edged smiles. 

Kise takes a cautious step back, gaze flitting from Kou's face to the spot over his shoulder with uneasy indecisiveness. Instead of fulfilling the request, he offers a smile, with the same sort of practiced glitz seen in glossed over magazine spread, and attempts to gently edge his way around the other boy.

"Oh... sorry, I'm sort of already late, so! Excuse me!"

[qeezuo]

`*:;,．★ ～☆・:.,;*my pretty boy`*:;,．★ ～☆・:.,;*

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☆ MISERABILIA | aomine

Kise finds Aomine in the same place he always does and always has—lounging upon the rooftop with snores echoing around him like a mock hallelujah. It's not as if he doesn't bother to understand Aomine's motive behind his complete lack of determination and forceful resignation, but no matter how hard he attempts to comprehend it, Kise can't wrap his head around the idea of growing to hate basketball. 

Even worse, he can't bear to shoulder the fact that the person he's admired for so long (the person he first mistook for the sun) would wind up splitting the seams of the single thread that kept them tied together for this long.

He lifts himself over the railing, lithe and a bit weary, with ease and settles down next to Aomine's unconscious form, tugging at the sleeve of his blazer gently. Between each more insistent tug, he allows tired sighs to roll off his tongue, jaded from repeating this cycle far too many times.

After prodding Aomine's side with light jabs and rousing him from his sleep, Kise offers up a soft smile—easy around the edges, coming naturally in the presence of the other boy (even after all this time, after how much he's changed for the worse over time).

"Morning! It's time for practice, you know?"

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some boys // closed

He really isn’t cut out to be a teacher.

The academics, the grades, the quizzes; the truth is, Izaya couldn’t care less about any of it. It gets achingly dull, and the only thing that casts a bit of light on an otherwise dire career choice is throwing in a bit of a struggle. Sometimes things just come too easily, don’t they?

He watches as the class slowly empties out, and casts his hunting gaze along the stragglers. It settles on one blonde-haired boy, with his steadily cheerful position — Kise is one of his best students, actually, despite the fact that he seems to be a bit of an airhead most of the time.

He’s much smarter than he lets on usually, Izaya realizes this. It makes him curious.

"Kise," he calls out, waves him over towards his desk. "I’ve been meaning to speak with you."

His voice is smooth, with a hint of underlying amusement that doesn’t quite fit — as usual. He props his head up along his knuckles, says off-handedly, "You realize you’re failing my class, don’t you?"

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Other than the occasional slip up, English comes relatively, not to mention surprisingly, easily to Kise. Various modelling endeavors and the ability to mimic voices right down to the timbre gives him an arguably unfair edge ahead of the rest, but a quick glance at the rest of his grades comes with the realization that he undeniably needs it (loose trails of red ink and increasingly dramatic sighs giving way to his falling grade point average). 

This, however, comes with just as easily as most everything else does

—with sugar-coated smiles and the sort of graceful ease that most people could only dream to achieve, and yet, it all comes naturally to him; twisting various hobbies and talents around his fingertips like secrets to spill (party tricks that carve self-disappointed into the curves and creases of everyone else's features).

However, despite how carefully and cautiously he's built up his resolve, it all comes toppling with a careless flick of the wrist—cheerful disposition and glossy smiles turned ineffective against Izaya's predetermined chaos. 

Honeyed anxiety and fallen features leave him dazed and fumbling at the corner of Izaya's desk, words tumbling from his mouth with little finesse and even less composure, "I... sorry?"

"It's just that I'm pretty sure that's a mistake, though?"

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☆ DOE EYED | kasamatsu

Despite how easily most things came to him (fingertips teasing the corners of perfection), academics was, unfortunately, not one of them. Kise handled his grades with the same sort of carelessness that carried him through life—gracefully and with little resistance—and, were he as naturally adept at studying as he seemed to be at everything else, this would have been a breeze.

However, the reality of it all was that he was embarrassingly bad at wrapping his head around the concepts force fed to him day after day, in classes he occasionally nodded off in. The even harsher reality was the daunting idea of academic probation hanging over his head, like the slice of a guillotine

—which happens to be the cause of Kise being forcefully, and unfairly might he add, cornered into the library. Kasamatsu sits opposite him, managing to look exceptionally disappointed, with various textbooks and previous tests surrounding him like a force field. In a fit of what he presumes is academic prejudice, Kise slumps over the table with an easy sort of grace and a tinge of a whine in his voice.

"It's not fair, though! I should be cut some slack, right? I'm a really busy person, after all!"

[haruuuka]

i just wanted to draw kise crying also i cannot word things for my life 

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6. FINGERS KISS

Kise catches him in the dimly-lit fluorescence of the gym when he’s still rubbing sleep from the corners of his eyes, footsteps pattering in sync with the silent swoosh of the net. Midorima does this day after day, fingers taped with the meticulousness of someone who can’t afford to lose

—and it’s kind of overwhelming, he thinks; so when his jaw falls slack, just a bit, it’s completely justifiable. 

Midorima lives his life inside walls built around structure and sickeningly common routine, no surprises necessary, and Kise can’t help but want to unravel it with his own hands (delicate and prying, begging for an entry point to wedge his way into). Wouldn’t it be interesting, he thinks, to watch Midorima fall apart at the seams, with the sort of half-hearted indignation and tongue-tied complaints he’s known for?

(Wouldn’t it be interesting to put Icarus to shame?)

Kise’s twenty different shades of innocent coercion wrapped up into glitzy smiles and reptile tears, pressed and branded into other people’s skin in a way that’s entirely unforgettable and overwhelmingly so. Really, it’s not hard to catch Midorima off guard—hooking his fingertips around the other boy’s wrist when he’s unlacing his sneakers and tugging him closer, inch by inch.

The taping around his fingers unravels easily and all at once, the same as Midorima when Kise presses his lips to each knuckle, gentle and warm in each action. His breath’s warm against the curve of Midorima’s wrist when he tells him, with hints of genuineness tucked into the curve of his smile, “You’re really amazing, Midorimacchi.”

Of course, it’s easy to be, he knows, when you’re a miracle—something godlike (something otherworldly, entirely).

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Mun & Muse: A Comparison by Me

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✚ M U N  |  I N F O R M A T I O N ✚

Name: Carsyn Nicknames: lol? Wishlist Nickname: i might use prince as an alias someday does that count? Birthday: February 11th Height: 5’0” Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Ethnicity: White Lives in: Oklahoma Relationship Status: dating.... Character(s) Most Identifies with: Kise Ryouta (Knb), Chihiro Fujisaki (Dangan Ronpa), Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Yachi Hitoka (Haikyuu!!), Platz (the twitter series) Hobbies:  writing, sleeping, occasionally making mixes, making a fool of myself, that's about it Special talent(s): mooching off people Warning/disclaimer: i'm the bird friend Struggling with: educating people on gender shit constantly

✚ M U S E  |  I N F O R M A T I O N ✚

Name: Kise Ryouta Nicknames: Ki-chan, Kaijou's Kise, idk... Wishlist Nickname: ???? hot Birthday: June 18th Height: 6’2” Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Blond Ethnicity: Japanese Lives in: Kaki Dorm, 008 Relationship Status: lol Classification: Human? Miracle? who knows Special talent(s):  basketball, copying, mineral water tasting whatever that means, and also everything  Warning/disclaimer: sometimes maybe TOO hot Struggling With: seirin's bullshit??? like i know

In conclusion: Same | C L O S E A S H E C K | Almost | Ehh...? Not Really | Nope |

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17. RAIN KISS

Despite all of his halfhearted protests, Kise had managed to persuade Kasamatsu into walking him back to his dorm (all pouty lips and fluttering lashes and the sort of innocent coercion that came with an uncanny sort of ease). 

He fills all of the gaps between conversation with endless chatter, and then he fills the spaces between Kasamatsu’s fingers with his own (lacing them and only pausing to ask, “Is this okay?”). It’s comfortable, slipping his fingers underneath the lift of Kasamatsu’s ribs and lingering around the edges of his heart, tentative and hesitant in all the ways he’s never been. 

In the end, he leans forward one inch, two inches, and—

the rain comes down quick and all at once, splattering against the curve of their cheekbones and pattering along with their pulses (erratic, breathless, catching in their throats).

So, he bubbles and brims with a sweet sort of laughter (edged with saccharine and honeyed anxiety) and quiets it with the gentle press of Kasamatsu’s lips, making certain to only leave room for the soft hum of satisfaction.

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Meet the Muse

[brynhildring]

LEGAL NAME: Kise Ryouta

ALIAS[ES]: Ki-chan + I don't? Know? Or remember? Anymore?

DATE OF BIRTH:  June 18th

GENDER | SPECIES:  Male | Human

PLACE OF BIRTH: Somewhere in Japan

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS:  Suika Dorm, 001

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese + possibly a bit of English

EDUCATION: High school

OCCUPATION: Student / Model

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yea probably | No | No

LIKE[S]: Basketball, attention, being fine as hell, i don't know

DISLIKE[S]:  ??? earthworms

FEAR[S]:  One day not being hot? who knows

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Lively, charismatic, flirtatious, cheerful, idk....

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIRCOLOR: Blonde

EYE COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT:  189 cm / 6'2"

TATTOOS:  None

PIERCINGS:  Left ear piercing

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]:  Two older sisters (names unknown)

PARENT[S]: Unknown (assumed to have both?)

CHILDREN:  None

PET[S]: Unknown

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: lol

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single? Lol

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✿ pick me up kise

13. 

It wasn’t particularly difficult for him, twisting on a smile and smoothing it over with well-placed glamor— fluorescent and nothing but dazzling. So when Haruka approaches him (all jostled joints and soft smiles), it comes naturally to lean in close, scrupulously inspecting him while tapping an index finger against his bottom lip; leaning back with faux surprise plastered across his face and a smile already inching into the curve of his lips.

"Eh? What are you doing here?"

The laugh rings out, just as bright as the rest of him and—

"Geez, somebody better call heaven... I think they might be missing an angel?"