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sext: hey i’m genuinely wondering how youre doing
IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER
are u sure? like are u really sure? have u seen me? u did not think this through
eslien.
with feather - light grace, he draws mika’s fingertips to his lips and presses a gentle kiss against them, mirthful gaze never straying from the flustered face beneath. the mika that flushes with vibrant crimson, the mika that works tirelessly until every last drop is squeezed from him, the mika that burns with a veiled ire within — he loves mika, every part of him. but a blushing, embarrassed mika is no doubt one of the cutest!
❛ ufufu~ but it’s just as sweet, isn’t it? making those can wait, mikarin comes first~ ♪ ❜ despite the other’s words, he knows that no ill emotion dwells as a result of his teasing — the opposite, in fact, and a coy grin forms at his lips from the thought. what the complaint does have the effect of, instead, is remind him of the existence of the plate laden with their prior handiwork, so slowly, he shifts his body and rolls around until his nimble body comes to rest at mika’s side, curled against him. in teasing, dulcet tones, his voice drawls in expectation: ❛ mm… spoil me some more~ feed me another one~ ♪ ❜
❛ nn~n well... ❜ he falters, the inklings of guilt that rang in the back of his mind at the lack of time they’ve been able to spend together when all he did was work, work, work. mika constantly pushed himself forward, determined to finish quickly so he could see the boy he loved oh so much. it was terribly lonely without seeing him after all / a harrowing spell that could only be broken by the affections of prince charming. ( although he couldn’t possibly admit something so embarrassing! ) it was such a shame that the time they recently had was short, but that made every second all the more precious.
❛ i haven’t been payin’ enough attention t’ ya, now have i? ya seem more needy than usual, not like i mind. ❜ guilt - ridden mien slowly softens like honey dripping onto flesh and there creates a new visage, molded from saccharine expressions. it was like a reverie : the smile that fell over his face shaped like a crescent moon at midnight / a rivulet of chuckles falling in resignation as fingers meticulously run themselves through dark strands. his other hand reached for a sweet, hovering it teasingly above ritsu’s lips. ❛ mm~m oh ya, i have a break comin’ up n’ i may or may not have gotten permission from oshi-san if i could spend tha whoooole time stayin’ with a certain someone.... ♪ ❜
eslien.
❛ fufu… am i? ❜ with a heartfelt laugh, he halts his stream of teasing, shifting to allow the other to rest in a more comfortable position on his lap. absentmindedly, he runs a hand through soft locks, smooth and silken against gentle fingertips. ❛ mm~ i’d rather be the one being petted, but it’s not such a bad thing if it’s mikarin. your hair’s so fluffy, it makes me want to eat it~ ❜
crimson gaze softening as he affectionately ruffles mika’s hair, a tender smile begins to form at the cool, gentle touch tracing up against his jawline. despite his tendency for immediate fluster, an instant flush blooming across pallid skin, something about his touch is always so soothing, and his eyes slowly flutter shut as those familiar digits make their way up. but not for long — before the other can linger on his lips much further, they curl into a mischievous grin and ritsu traps mika’s hand between both his own, opening his eyes to stare into those below him once again. ❛ i’ll have to always look at you like this, then, so i can keep teasing you forever~ ♪ ❜
he was no stranger to the way ritsu teases him : when it came for him to fashion together an extravagant display of affection, it was a full blown performance, and he never failed to skimp out when it came to communicating his adoration toward him in the most elaborate manner at hand. he was very demonstrative in his emotions, a quirk of his that mika couldn’t help but find incredibly endearing. he never failed in flustering mika despite his vehement attempts at opposing it and today was no different.
the way those sickly sweet lyrics strung together such melodies never failed to soothe his aching soul. it was akin to rain. he is dehydrated, a barren landscape that withers down to the cavity of his bones, fueling the flames of hunger that only he could satiate. he was the afterglow of the moon’s radiance when all the stars have perished : the downpour that extinguishes the conflagration that threatened to swallow him whole.
frame jolts slightly at the sudden touch, that charming summertide smile causing the tips of his ears to match his strawberry dusted cheeks. a low chuckle emits from his lips. ❛ y’kno, ‘m startin’ t’ think ya tricked me ricchan. ya said ya needed help makin’ sweets but all yer doin’ is messin’ with me. ❜ he turns his head away in a huff, a childish pout covering his flustered countenance. ❛ nnn .. yer waaaay to spoiled. ❜
forglories.
he was right about the fairy tales, admittedly. how he daydreamed so frequently, especially in those days of battle. those dreams of peace, prosperity, order — the sweet nectar of victory surely made him feel alive more than anything. but thinking back on it now, was it the efforts of getting there that made him reel with excitement, or the actual triumph instead?
he could predict the answer, this very skirmish a sign of changing tides. the thrill of chaos ( such as that girl’s transfer, he mused ) and spontaneous gestures were what kept his heart beating, what he got such a rush of adrenaline for. such character development, no? this perfect world he built up, with him as the leader…with no battles, then it’d be a rather boring empire, right?
besides, if he didn’t have a fight now and then, how will his power be known? that forceful punch was definitely one of them, this spat between units.
so that was the extent of his power, to make it seem as if he’d broken through this glass barrier around ‘the little prince’ ( although, such a comparison would not make sense — the original text called for a rose to be protected from the winds she shied away from, but like that prince, even eichi has to return to his planet; with that in mind, perhaps it worked after all? ). the drip, drip of blood made a familiar sound so new, the crimson liquid rolling down his lips, down his chin, splattering onto the crisp uniform that signified that of the emperor’s prowess.
dizzy — he was dizzy, but he placed this upon himself; he was the one that taunted and placed the bait in front of that cat’s face, the singular piece of cheese so tempting onto that mouse trap. ah, what a fresh reaction! such a thrill, wasn’t it? he couldn’t find it in himself to feel overwhelmingly happy — ah, his heart pounded with excitement!
he’d never been punched to this length before — never been punched before, and he has no time to wipe the blood that continued to flow down as the boy swept him off his feet. he found it hard to see things clearly; such whiplash, such an action was ill-advised for his health, and the loss of blood would only add on to its toll. how long until he passes out because of the way that he was? aah, hopefully not without having settled things first. if he fainted now, that would be humiliating.
` fufu… ` the ‘laugh’ is weak, his ragged cough tinged with the taste of blood coming out of his mouth. the measly jab was all he could muster until he was put back on the ground, and he used his uniform sleeve to wipe off the red that had stained the emperor’s clothing — or was he naked at this point, exposed to the world to its cruelties? aah, he’d experienced far too much of those already.
` i don’t doubt that at all… ` he wheezes, coughs some more, staggers under his own weight. health don’t fail him now, not when he has the chance to talk. later, perhaps later, but not now. ` haha, kagehira-kun…you pack quite the punch…don’t you? that was…quite something…quite interesting. `
blood slips down his face again, and he coughs once more. all this blood rushing to his face, trying to mend what he had broken — what a twist of fate, wasn’t it? ah, but it was only just the beginning, and his blue eyes turn to piercing glaciers. ( there goes that formidable titanic, never meant to last, he thinks to himself, staring straight into those eyes of different colors now. )
` you and i…aren’t we the same now, though? ` his eyes flit over to that hand with those red specks of violence, and his grin turns all the more malevolent. ` using what ‘strengths’ we have to attack others…my, my, are you afraid of finishing the job now? it’s no use, you know — we’ve bought bloodied our ‘weapons’, whatever they may be. ah, you may think there are differences in our ‘weaponry’, but the definition of a ‘weapon’ is that of which causes ‘harm’ — now then, haven’t we both inflicted the same thing in different ways? it’s okay to think about it, if you must. to stoop to my level, the one you hate so much…what’ll your ‘oshi-san’ think, i wonder? `
❛ .. tha same!? ❜ brows kinked downwards and lips form into a frown, the gravity that confusion draws sketched all over his face. eyes slowly trailed down the others frame, the vulnerose wounds rot on his face / he reeks of blood! the red ink that cloys and claws into his flesh. : scripting the tragedies he’s caused! where has that oh so untouchable emperor gone? / GOD, that’s right! he’s been knocked off his pedestal, how does it feel to be as pathetically vulnerable as the ones you crushed underneath your grasp?
eyes now feel like dog teeth, sinking into his flesh, devouring, digging graveyards. the tone of mockery caused his eyes to twitch. ❛ I DUNNOW, at least i acknowledge when ‘m wrong. yer the one who feigns ignorance gainst yer actions. yer overwhelming amount o’ pride is almost sickenin’, yakno. jus look at ya ... coughin’ n wheezin’. i bet yer not even gonna ask fer help even if ya were on deaths door. yer desire t’ hide weakness is gunna kill ya. is that really how ya wanna be remembered? ❜
harm? he was really pissing mika off. words are taken matter - of - factly, with a click of the tongue to follow. ❛ yer missin’ the whole entire point, yer ‘ weaponry ’ has killed hundreds o’ students / ruined folks dreams. there’s a huge difference between our ‘ weapons ’ people actually grieved over tha deceased. despite how distasteful m’ actions may be, no ones gunna shed tears over ya. in fact some folks might even enjoy seein’ ya so powerless fer once. yer wounds will SURELY heal, but their heartache won’t. NARU-CHAN ... NAZUNA-NII ... NAKKUN ... OSHI-SAN ... you’ve caused em’ so much pain. i ... ❜ words trail off and his shoulders shook slightly despite his attempts to withhold the unfitting characteristic for the current circumstances.
it was a self-deprecating chuckle that bubbled from the back of his throat. he found it almost FUNNY at how self assured he seemed, how his facade of apathy hid precariousness : a decaying rose deceived as daises, the dulled thorns hidden between the masses. ironic it was, at how his endeavors to get his point across ended up as HIDEOUS : but in this case, HIDEOUS works. this would be the one exception.
unease became his eroding hearts captor and ire as copper-colored rust cloying onto golden bars / GOD, CONFIDENCE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL, SO FITTING : so why can’t he have it? why couldn’t he grasp it in his blood-soaked hands? the deed was done so WHY? the corners of his mouth tugged upwards as he mentally belittled himself. he might’ve thought that his pain brought pleasure to mika, but it was far from the truth. mika couldn’t help but wonder : he had zero regrets, so why did he feel so anxious? it was nauseating to see others like him achieve what he couldn’t when he wanted it more than anything.
it was then that his head snapped at the mention of his mentor. mismatched hues boring into his : igniting, blazing, like waltzing flames ‘neath crimson chimneys. it was revolting! stomach-turning! it was appalling at how the name of his precious oshi-san was spoken in this emperor’s ersatz saccharinity. what did he know about shu? about valkyrie? he has NO clue about what hell he’s put him through ― how he was forced him into this shell of isolation, causing him to cut himself off from opening up to anyone. even tarnishing his name to the point where they thought mika was stupid, foolish hick for sticking besides someone so ‘ heartless. ’
❛ shut yer trap! ya clearly don’t understand him at all. even if oshi-san scolds me, he would never leave me! i can’t blame ya fer thinkin’ otherwise since ya just hurt everyone ya touch. so stop actin’ like yer some sorta GOD just coz everyone listens t’ ya! ya think they respect you!? look up to you!? if yer really as smart as ya think ya are, you’d know that they’re jus scared t’ be the next victim of yer false justice! i don’t understand how ya live like that.. without oshi-san i’d be so empty, havin’ no one that ya can depend on, i .. i cant imagine that. ya can’t possibly be human if ya can bear the weight of all the lives ya took so effortlessly! i .. i .. ❜
the words spew from his mouth / tone laced with poison. knuckles turn white as nails dig into the skin of his palms and teeth grind in frustration. this guy was impossible, he was cruel, downright sadistic. a barely audibly whimper escaped bloodied lips as he forced the seething hatred down to the pit of his stomach. eyes shut tight as abhorrence twisted his features.
he knew, he just knew his outburst was entertaining to eichi. he loathed that he got a kick out of his fear. a suffocating silence stood between them until his visage finally softened, a shaky exhale given as the tension left his body. a hand reaches out to bang on top of others head for a minute before crouching down to stare directing into his face.
❛ i don’t want t’ hate ya. yer mistaken if ya think i enjoy this. i wanna think that theres some good in ya, somethin’ t’ prove me wrong, but i can’t .... i can’t stand by n watch my loved ones in so much pain! after hearin bout the way i realized how fragile human life is, ‘s so easy t’ give up, it’s scary. as cheesy as it sounds i refuse t’ let ya take their smiles away again. even if i have t’ resort t’ violence ... i’ll carry all of tha sins fer the rest of my life! call me a fool, ignorant, whatever yer silver tongue desires. i’ll show ya exactly what valkyrie is made of. ya better look forward t’ it. ❜
he forces a confident smirk to hide the traces of exhaustion etched into his features. mika wanted to look cool after all. he finally stands up, hands stretching behind his head. any left over adrenaline evaporating from his body. stay cool, stay cool, stay cool. ❛ this was actually ‘m first time threatenin’ someone, yakno. ‘m hearts still racin’ from the nerves, i dunno how ya manage t’ do this so often. yer definitely not human, some sorta demon maybe? meetin’ ya has definitely made me believe in this kinda stuff, i’ll have t’ apologize t’ those sakuma siblings later fer doubtin’ em. i’ll also ask nakkun t’ exorcise ya just t’ make sure. ❜ he’s dead serious.
trjwizard:
moon or stars? roses or sunflowers ? autumn or spring ? sunrise or sunset ? fairy lights or lanterns ? snow or thunder ? cold or hot ? boats or planes ? velvet or lace ? pastels or darks ? gold or silver ? late walks or midnight drives ? camouflage or contrast ? summer or winter ? violets or daisies ? balloons or streamers ?
forglories.
` your oshi-san — faltering was his and my only option, you know? it was for the sake of bringing that much-needed ‘order’ to yumenosaki. so, then — will you do something about that now? fufu, i dare you. ♪ `
@starcaught.
❛ y-you.. ❜ irritation collides with anguish, orchestrating a venomous symphony that directs fingers to clench tightly into palm : the pressure causing crescent marks to form on flesh. he’s tongue-tied, lip bitten, a shaky exhale moving past his lips. in a metaphorical sense, he was stuck in the cat caught your tongue state.
it was just so frustrating, having to watch this self proclaimed emperor torment his mentor, his savior, again and again. enough! he thrives on manipulation, wholeheartedly enjoys the chaos that sprouts from his words; using the guise of establishing order to fool people into thinking this was justice. ‘ for the sake of the school ’? what a joke.
❛ ... doin’ as you please, throwin’ oshi-san t’ tha hounds nd actin’ like some kinda monarch .. yer really sick, ya know that? you dare call yerself an emperor, thinkin’ so highly of yerself, you’ve clearly read too many fairy tales — get yer head out of the god damn clouds tenshouin. ❜ he spits out the word like a wolf gnarls its canines ‘fore sinking down, it’s knife like / lethal / its o’ so deadly teeth ripping out chunks of its preys flesh. he knew shu would probably scold him for displaying something so unsightly, but he didn’t care! he’s fully prepared for it all. he’d never feel any sort of shame or guilt for this. zero, zilch.
feet are quick to move toward him and frame tilts forward, fist making contact with the others nose ― the fracture of bone making a loud crunching sound. blood splattered onto his hand, but he didn’t care, it wasn’t enough! fists grasp ‘round his collar, glare to bore like needles. it was so unlike him! it was so liberating to let his emotions finally go free! the weight of them all are finally lifted off his shoulders : the anchor that grounded atlus dissipating instantly.
❛ this is tha only time i’ll listen t’ you. ❜ seethe. it spurts from his mouth / he lifts eichi higher from his position, threatening to throw him down. ❛ you were the one who dared me t’ do somethin’ after all. ❜ there’s a thump when he finally frees him from his metal grip. shaky breaths fill the air like barbed wire, lungs ensnared in thorns as he forces himself to come down from the adrenaline high which fueled the fire that bubbled up from the pit of his stomach. it’s amazing what you could do when you’re pushed too far.
❛ .. this is nothin’ compared t’ how many other students you and yer “ order ” killed, ya know. ❜
[jolts upright at 2:54 am] i’m GAY
ok.. ok.. like for a starter ✧
i am so afraid of letting people down
eslien.
the sudden withdrawal leaves his hand cold once more, but the heat radiating from mika’s blush more than makes up for it. smirking, he playfully prods at the flushed boy, face blooming with crimson, amid his incoherent stutters. ❛ i can’t what? ♪ ❜ of course, the question is answered immediately, but it allows him to savor that adorable, flustered face just a bit longer. ❛ if you get a heart attack, i’ll just cure you with my black magic, and it’ll be all better then~ ❜
❛ hmm? what was that? ❜ contrary to his apparent ‘ punishment ‘ , he lazily shifts all his weight against mika’s side instead, limbs draping against both sides of the other’s body as though preparing to take a nap on the boy. cheek pressing against slender shoulder, his silky voice drawls in playful tease, completely disregarding the demand just given. ❛ i can’t hear you~ ♪ ❜
❛ y - yer lyin’ ! i can tell !! ❜ trying to one up the other was a fruitless endeavor that left mika exhausted. ❛ i dunno what t’ do with ya, yer merciless .. ❜ eyes flutter closed, heavy lashes shutting tight o’er hues for a moment. he inhales, a shaky breath. his head tilts to the side, eyes fluttering open to search ritsu’s face for a long moment, silence spanning the space between them. frame swiftly and spins around before leaning back down to rest his head in the others lap.
❛ oshi - san’s scoldin’ doesn’t even begin t’ compare with ya ricchan . ❜ words are hushed and a soft call of his name is mumbled / the nail to seal the coffin, finally giving in to the endless teasing. it was a simple price to pay for falling so hard for someone so difficult, so stubborn, but it was worth it. digits hesitantly raise to slowly outline the cut of his jaw, his butterfly - soft touch trailing upwards to affectionately trace the shape of his lips. ❛ .. but y’know that i can’t get mad at ya when ya look at me like that. yer lucky that i love ya so much. ❜
eslien.
❛ ah? ❜ how bold. although he’s usually the one initiating physical affection, the other way around isn’t bad at all. in fact, the opposite; it’s quite enjoyable, to see dear sweet mikarin taking little steps at a time. fingers close tighter until his familiar hand presses against his cold skin, emanating heat across his palm. ( perhaps, he’s already feeling a bit warmer. )
upon hearing the other’s words, his grin only widens further, mischievous glint beginning to gleam in his eyes as he leans in. ❛ it’s so cute seeing your flustered face, though? just avoid being seen by sagami-sensei, that’s all~ ❜ with his free hand, he wipes a crumb from the corner of mika’s lips and brings it to his own, giving a satisfying lick as it disappears from the tip of his finger. ❛ you have a crumb on your cheek from your cookie, mm… ♪ ❜
❛ ― ?!? ❜ heart beats a staccato rhythm against ribcage at honeyed words, the proximity between their fingers suddenly becoming unbearable. a small yelp leaves his lips and heat immediately travels up his collar, features becoming awash with red. he’s quick to spring backwards, hands coming up to his chest as if to shield himself from anymore of ritsu’s advances. ❛ r - ricchan ya can’t ... !! ― err ― w - well uhh !! ya just ― !! ❜ a slew of words flew out of his mouth, his thoughts leaving him incoherent. it was only until he slid down the wall behind him with a loud thud that he was able to regain some of his composure.
❛ ya can’t jus surprise me like that r - ricchan .. !! yer gonna give me a heart attack. sagami - sensei will never leave me alone if ya end up sendin’ me t’ the emergency room !! ❜ inhale. exhale. inhale ― exhale. skin blanched from it’s rosy color and mika puffed out his cheeks, exasperation blooming ‘pon canvas. he knew he’d never be able to out - fluster the other, but he could ― ❛ f - fine .. no more then .. yer not .. allowed t’ touch me fer tha rest of tha day .. ❜ punishment was bestowed without a second thought, a tiny huff following suit. too bad. so sad.
eslien.
❛ doing all that for me? that makes me happy… ♪ ❜ coy smile surfaces as he observes his lover’s expression — ah, that face is cute too. he loves all the minute expressions that form on mika’s face: sparkling excitement, bashful pride, crimson fluster, peaceful serenity. but perhaps, one of the things he loves about mika’s face the most are his eyes. pale blue, warm gold; he finds himself lost in their gaze.
playfully, slender fingers pluck a cookie from the plate and raise higher till they push the sweet through soft lips, finger pressing against lips as they close for a brief moment before lowering to its original position. ❛ fufu, you’re so cute, mikarin~ ❜
a single crunch sound vibrated off his mouth before the treat enveloped his taste buds, a satisfied hum escaping as he deemed that this was definitely better than the ones he made last time. traces of a smile play on his lips as he attempts to ignore the festering of butterflies rebounding and springing inside him. he’s known to detest people staring at him, but the way ritsu looked at him ― with such warmth, with such love was the only exception. hands are swift to intertwine fingers with his, digits lacing together securely and affirmatively in an effort to convey the bubbling declarations of the affections that he’s nursed for so long.
alas, he couldn’t repress the delighted grin that surfaced upon his lips. ❛ don’t tease me like tha ricchan, ya know well tha my heart can only take so much. ‘m tryna avoid havin’ sagami - sensei askin’ if i have a fever again when it’s jus cause o’ bein’ with you. ❜
pLEASe. Look at him h gmytdj
eslien.
❛ mmm… it’s delicious. you’re getting better at this, mikarin~ ♪ ❜ slowly he chews, savoring each second of the sweet warmth melting in his mouth. although still nowhere near the level of his desserts ( too bad everyone shies from consuming them; their loss of a treasure. but mika, sweet as his treats — not only does he love their tastes, but also enthralled by their aberrant appearance; the perfect recipient. ) , he’s certainly grown far from his beginnings. ❛ here, i’ll feed you one too —— ❜
❛ hah, ‘m glad . ‘ve looked up a few things on my own t’ try t’ make em taste better fer ya . ❜ embarrassment is temporarily disregarded, pride bubbling up ‘pon visage . all of the hours he put into testing out new things weren’t in vain after all . mika always expected the worst when it came to his own abilities so the few honey - dipped chuckles tumbled out naturally . ❛ o - oh um, okay . ❜ his expression faltered into a sheepish grin despite his attempts to keep his cool, ritsu was seriously bad for his heart . ❛ .. ‘m still kinda shy yanno .. ❜ it wasn’t like he was against the idea, but doing things that couples supposedly do just reminded him of how much he adored his boyfriend . jaw drops slightly and he naturally gravitates toward the other . ❛ .. a - ahh .. ? ❜