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"——- What the fuck was that for?" Yata couldn’t help his irritation, for the male was just looking at him with this prominent smirk on his face. Honestly, the vanguard himself couldn’t stand it. It made him too cocky, something that just pissed him off beyond belief.

             Eric could not help the smirk that found its way onto his lips, amusement just beneath the surface. " I dunno, it suited you. " His shoulders rose and fell in a mere shrug, shoving his hands into his pockets. The flower actually came from a certain Princess they all knew and loved, but Eric believed he was undeserving.

[dog-of-homra]

fiduscantet replied to your post fiduscantet likes this hey. hey you. I see you... (omg no we don’t rp anything together but uh HELLO.)

yo~ maybe we should fix that

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                      " are- ( gulp ) are you gonna finish that, yata? "

she asks, but she'd receive his knowing look. they both compromised on a share. he act-ed a bit sheepish in such things like this, but s-he'd always look over that and just focus on him.

she was careful not to eat the whole slice of cake but the urges were great but she was successful in suppressing those. yata was taking such mini-ature bites, contrasted from what she does. and with those miniscule bites, he managed to get crumbs onto the corners of his lips. and with a swift mark of her finger to swipe off the sides, pla-cing the dab onto her mouth. better not to ' waste ' anything.

[starryiism-blog]

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                      " !! yata! are you stressed? you seem really tense! "

she comments as her thumbs softly pressed themselves in circles on his shoul-der blades, the rest of her digits placing a firm, yet subtle grip on his shoulders.

she sat on the couch while he sat on the flood, his head hunched over- fatigued. yata was barely responsive, he was probably sluggish after whatever happens in his world. that's a part of him she knows very little about.

she lifts his head, so that it would then rest back into her indian style seating. he looked up at her and she would look down on him, his eyes half lidded and hers wide.

she pauses in her massage. it was just the television static in the background as she shadows him a witty smile. it was always worth it to see if he smiles back. in which the case was- he would most of the time.

[starryiism-blog]

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suzume hadn't been much of the type to give reprimands at another being's recklessness. but she was putting a blanket over the ginger, lightly asking him why he stubbornly decided to fight in the cold.

she already placed cooling rags on his for-ehead, her arms serving as her pillow on the bed as she kneeled aside. adamant he was in going to bed, and she were the same when it came to her leaving.

she kept him occupied with her bouyant small talk. talking to him about the foods she ate and what oddities happened at sc-hool. he'd talk back too, if he wasn't so drained. occasionally, lace their fingers together, run her hand through threads of his red hair, or fall asleep next to him.

next day, next morning she had to get bre-akfast for him. them. she wanted to eat too. but a hand weakly tugged on her wrist. she only heard a few inquires of permission to give her. . .his cold? that didn't matter, she was already pressing her lips against his.

[starryiism-blog]

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maybe he had a habit of resting his back against walls or gates while waiting for her after school. but whenever she ha-ppened to catch the slightest of him at the gates- her despiration for school hours to end had increased. pen rhythms, foot tapping, occasional glance backs to check if he was still there: all signs of her gradual impatience.

but when the last bell had signaled the stu-dents' cue to leave- she darted out of the classroom- out of the school, hastily chan-ging into her outer shoes to meet him.

her heart would always beat faster and war-mth had spread through the core of her body. it was a clingy sensation that had made itself known whenever the thought of yata or him in general was present. it was constant, but she likes it. it reminded her that she likes yata. she couldn't get enough of him.

she'd yell out his name while dashing in his direction, an immediate attachment she had done as she latches her arms around his to-rso and his arm resting firmly around her sh-oulders. she felt comfortable in positions where she was intimate with him- pure intent-ions only.

then she'd start her march home with him, either of them in a chorus of any entertain-ment that had been going on through their day. yata was older than her- older that he hadn't attended school, but she hadn't given much of a damn about that.

the only thing she really minded was that he was himself around her. she wouldn't want any spaces between them; in speaking of spaces, she took initiative in proposing a lat-ch that wasn't too obvious, but showed her affection sweetly. soft fingers had first made contact with the slightly calloused palms ofhis before she thread them through his own fingers- defining her likeness through small non-sexual gestures.

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                  Watching Yata mess around at the bar proved to be entertaining, and Mikoto allowed it for the most part until he was starting to take things too far. Taking it too far included damaging the bar and that's exactly what the little spitfire did only moments later. "Yata." The king tilts his head upward to get a better look from where he was. "You're in trouble." 

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suzume had always taken joy in the rendezvous that she and yata would have. even if it mean him coming to herdoor without warning or he had picked her up from school, taking their precious time in coming to her home. whichever his choice was, yosano was always ready.

his sudden arrival hadn't shocked her one bit. in fact, she had been awaiting a poss-ible turn up from him- who knew if he was busy with his affiliation on such a serene saturday afternoon.

she'll wait for him- without a single care of how long he might take. but whenever she did see him with his back against the gate, she was overjoyed, always having prep-ped her launch at him.

like most days, today was lazy and they hadn't done much except taken various timed naps on the couch. he had visited her home multiple times; everything they did together was full of pure innocence.

but she had planned something. sooner after one of their awakenings, she had somehow managed to convince him into helping her move around chairs, gather blankets, and muster as many pillows as possible.

perfect to fortify their own blanket-made fortress. using miscellaneous stringed lights she found in a pile of christmas decor that hadn't been put away, she created fairy lights that dazzled the area around them.

with the subtle noises of the television, she and yata had already made themselves co-mfy in their fort, their legs interwoven as suzume rested her head on his upper arm. she had reached for his free hand, her fing-ers toying with his- soon settling with their hands perfectly intertwined as she slightly pushed herself up so that she may be able to graze her lips over his.