❝ Last time I met a yakuza, they tried to shot me in the face so I punched’em. Learned a bunch of new words too, but I don’t think I should repeat them. ❞

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❝ Last time I met a yakuza, they tried to shot me in the face so I punched’em. Learned a bunch of new words too, but I don’t think I should repeat them. ❞
Just gives Munakata a peck on the cheek, because she loves him ~
.it comes as a SHOCK to munakata, almost drawing away in reflex. he simple stands there, wondering—should he do something? munakata fumbles over intelligible mumbles, but ends with a small smile with slight resolve. he was afraid, even this form of intimacy would still draw unnecessary gossip. he gives a quick glance to his surroundings, and then he finally leans in, returning the small kiss in the same. yeah, he loves her as well.
🍀 - “This really is becoming a daily thing now...can we not injure each other, please...?”
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Joe was out for a stroll after grabbing some food for the boathouse when he stumbled upon an orange haired woman. “Hey, you lost? I can help you get to where you’re going if you want.”
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falling falling! // accepting ︵(\ .o.)\ - Your muse is falling and mine catches them
A steadily dimming sunlight passed through the windows of Hope’s Peak, Komaeda’s shadow interrupting the streams of light as he walked. As classes ended the school quickly emptied. Students were always talking and chatting as they left; laughing playfully at inside jokes.
Typically, Komaeda took longer than others to finally depart for the day, but it wasn’t bothersome. The halls were empty and the sound of the building settling filled the air. Shrugging his shoulder and re-positioning the strap of his bag, Komaeda turned a corner - the exit in sight.
Before he could comprehend the shriek, Komaeda’s arms flew out instinctively. His knees bent at the sudden weight but he managed to keep standing. Shifting his feet to steady himself, he blew hair out of his eyes.
“A-ah! Yukizome-sensei, is that you?”
“... I can’t.. risk losing you... I’m sorry, Yukizome-san...” Kyousuke slowly leans down in, pressing his lips to her own, performing CPR.
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I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
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“You use that word, but Ibuki doesn’t think you mean it.”