#highskore

[manfrommars2049]

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐮𝐧, by me via ImaginaryMindscapes

[mayakern]

do you plan on using your royal design for your masks on threadless? i just wanted to double check before i buy some!! love your work!

i didn’t add it before because i didn’t think anyone would buy it, but i’ll email my threadless rep and get it added! it’ll go up some time this week.

[shockpop]

now  that’s  curious .    what’s  this  pretty  little  package  doing  on  his  desk  first  thing  in  the  morning ?    presented  there  completely  unprompted ,   without  him  having  to  chase  down  every  single  girl  in  the  class  himself  and  practically  beg  for  something  obligatory ?

...   that’s  a  mistake ,   isn’t  it ?   

setting  his  bag  down ,   denki  turns  the  apparent  ‘ gift ’  over  in  his  hand  to  inspect  it  curiously    ---    a  pink  box  with  the  feminine  touch  of  a  bow  to  match .     there’s  a  clear  amount  of  effort  in  the  presentation ,    accompanied  by  a  small  note  that  puts  a  name  to  the  sentiment .    from  yuu - chan .    

          ❛    oh !    ❜      okay ,   that  makes  way  more  sense .     thinking  absolutely  nothing  of  it  when  he  turns  to  find  her  very  intently  watching  him ,    the  sprinter  just  waves ,   inviting  himself  to  where  she’s  perched  on  a  mission  to  return  lost  property .    

❛    here  ya  go ,   yuu - chan   ---   you  left  your  valentine  on  my  desk !    ❜      one  hand  slipping  behind  his  neck ,   a  bashful  chuckle  inserts  itself  to  hide  any  tones  of  disappointment  heavy  in  his  voice .      ❛    honestly ,   it’s  such  a  cute  box  that  i’m  a  little  sad  it’s  not  for  me ...   your  litterbug  tendencies  have  never  been  crueler .    ❜

@highskore​     /       ♡ .

[lionbarrage]

valentine’s day starters. — ♡ shinkai. / @highskore​

sentimentality isn’t fukutomi’s specialty.

neither are grand displays of affection  —  or any display, at all for that matter  —  or any number of the many, many things that go into this holiday that frankly, he’s never paid attention to. there’s no glory or finish line to cross in a date, so his interest in the matter always flat - lined. 

unfortunately, he has a bit of an object of affection.  (  mental note:  not an object. he’s a man, and you like him a lot, weirdo. )  if he could continue standing here in abject silence and stare holes into the side of shinkai’s head until he understood his feelings for him,  he would.  and based on how long he does stand there,  stone cold and quiet,  it’s apparent that he’s trying.

but, alas, shinkai isn’t a mind reader. eventually, he thrusts his hands forward from behind his back and holds out a heart shaped container full of chocolates — wordless at first, for a few seconds too long to be comfortable. 

“ ... i’m taking you out. ” a pause. that didn’t sound... exactly the way he meant it to, did it?  “ on a date. ”  another pause.  wait, did he ask?  ... no. oh well.  shinkai’s brave enough to reject him if he truly wants to. 

[levochka]

" what was death like, kuroda-san? " yuuto @ kuroda

❛    not  long  enough .    ❜  

[toofiredup]

@highskore ! naruko and makishima 

   he can’t stop staring: a passion in his eyes as a wide grin tugged at his lips. 

‘ dude ! ’ loud, ‘ i saw an old picture of you ... ’ accusing, almost -- as he points at his senpai. ‘ how did you grow your hair so fast ?! ’ there was a gleam in his eyes, as he couldn’t help but stroke his own hair.

[manfrommars2049]

Urim, by me via ImaginaryMindscapes

[shockpop]

⚠ from yuuto !

crashing  his  bike  was  nothing  new .     bit  of  a  worn - out  ‘ been  there ,  done  that ’  - type  situation ,   still  bearing  the  hardly - healed  scabs  from  the last time  he’d  eaten  asphalt  for  dinner    ;    an  investment  in  kneepads  appealing  more  and  more  as  a  good  idea  each  and  every  day .

his  technique  isn’t  yet  flawless ,   and  quite  often  did  he  find  himself  in  situations  like  these ,   hissing  in  pain  for  a  brief  few  moments  and  refusing  to  look  at  whatever  he  can  physically feel pooling  beneath  the  palm  pressed  to  a  bright  red  wound .    the  only  new  variable  to  this  scenario  is  the  small  pair  of  hands  that  slip  beneath  him ,   one  hooking  under  his  legs  and  the  other  circling  his  backside  to  settle  on  a  bicep .  

denki  blinks ,   and  in  a  second ,   he’s  peeled  off  the  ground  with  seemingly  little  effort    —    aid  of  gravity  pulling  him  further  into  the  small  frame  of  one  shinkai  yuuto  once  he’s  fully  hoisted ,   the  very  last person  whose  arms  he’d  expect  to  be  in  right  now .

shoulders  bunched  up  to  ears ,   bi  panic  spreads  in  a  charming  hue  of  tawny  over  his  entire  everything .

       ❛    you’re  …    so  strong …   ❜      he  warbles ,    picking  a  random  god  to  thank  for  the  fact  that  his  profuse  sweating  could  easily  be  blamed  on  the  biking .    ❛    AH !    i - i  mean   ——-   thanks ,   yuu - chan !     i  guess  i  still  have  a  lot  to  work  on  here ,   huh ?    you  just  make  everything  look  so  easy  …    which  ironically  inspires  me  to  try  harder !    ❜

pick  up    /   carry  my  muse .