#hokkoshi

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@hokkoshi said: "i miss the way you say my name." - chojuro / tadashi

he hadn't been back for long, not even a week, but chojuro's memory of him is improving -- slowly, surely, so much so that tadashi often feels as if chojuro's spoken thoughts are but needle pricked words chosen specifically to stick into his flesh and he doesn't know who is hurting more from the entire situation. again, chojuro says something that catches tadashi off guard and for the longest time, the homura responds to him with silence, only quietly moving from chair to table as he motions distant lover over. they've had better days, tadashi thinks, remembering back when tadashi would stay for a little longer or leave a little faster, before strings were attached and chojuro was something more than ass to chase, but things have changed from then to now.

now, chojuro is haunted with missing memories and lost time, marked with diluted chakra that's all but fizzled out from the past and tadashi's yet to anything about it. ( he might leave again. staying still makes him uneasy and he doesn't know what to do with the way his gut violently turns. ) eventually, chojuro meets him at the table and tadashi snakes his arms around the other, lowering his head onto shoulder and he breathes out slow, shallow breaths. " this isn't good for you, " ghost finally offers, slowly shifting just enough to look for any expression change in chojuro's face before he allows his eyes to fall closed, mouth pressed against shoulder and tadashi refuses to kiss him. " i am not good for you. "

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♥ for starter — @hokkoshi | Gaara

Standing near one of the many open windows within the Sunakage Tower, Sasuke welcomed the humid breeze that brushed along his face. Even at night, this humidity felt ceaseless among the dunes and the wind did nothing to cut the water out of the air.

He pulled himself from the view, putting the white sandstone and all eroded architecture behind him to face the kage sitting at his honorable desk. Arms folding over his chest, Sasuke tilted his head to one side, letting his raven-black locks fall from his view to get a better look at Gaara.

How long had it been since he last seen the man? His better memory could remember the troubled teen with clarity, but anything beyond that was lost to time with him. 

“Is there a reason that you called me here? I figured Naruto would be a better fit for your needs,” the Uchiha cut the silence without much of a greeting. He was never all too good at those and Amaterasu knows he won’t put forth the effort to improve on it either. 

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@hokkoshi liked for a small one-liner

She caught sight of him from the Yamanaka's flower shop window. It's been several months since they last saw each other, between her own missions and him traveling. Waving goodbye to her friend, she rushes out and manages to catch up to Kiba.

With a smile she gently bumps his side before slipping her arm to loop around his elbow.

"Where are we going Kiba-kun?"

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her pause should be a given, now staring blankly at this kiba character, brows furrowing at the mention of this lady tsunade, whoever she is, whatever she's supposed to be. she blinks once, nice and slow as she tries reading him only to get nothing of any substance. " ... why's she so special? " granted, surely he'd have figured that she would ask something like that. right? right. obviously. before he can even answer, hella changes her mind, shrugging to herself as she reaches for her pipe. " whatever. "

whoever this tsunade chick is, hella doesn't seriously care. she can't be as bad as the chief -- well, the previous chief. the one who'd locked her into her cell before promptly losing their memory over the entire ordeal and some, not the new softy chief that's wherever the hell they were -- where hella is supposed to be.

" ugh. " she groans, moving to kiba's side, squinting up at him as she pushes past her own thoughts. she could stay here for a bit, probably. ( as if she had any choice. ) " i need clothes. not whatever the fuck you have on, though. " / @hokkoshi

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😘 for a sasugaa kiss!

It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse. / @hokkoshi

Slipping into his office late one night, the aroma of Sungakure well known spicy cuisine fills the room. Sasuke leaves the window slightly propped open like how it was. With silent footsteps he makes his way over to Gaara's desk, not bothering to hide his presence. If anything he figures the Kazekage sensed him coming.

"I've brought dinner," he announces in his usual murmur. His sable eyes however are light with a certain mischief. Finding an open space on the desk, he sets down the bag of warm, mouth watering food. Coming around Gaara's desk, the Uchiha grabs his attention by pulling his chair back and turning it face him. Whatever document he was perusing, could get his attention back once he was done with him.

"And I heard some interesting news while out in the markets," he adds with a slow smirk. Usually he pays no heed to the gossip of the vendors, but this time he found the gossip worked in his favor. At least in getting something he wanted. Standing between Gaara's legs, Sasuke looms over his seat with that playful smirk. He keeps himself supported with the desk and with surprising amount of strength lowers himself even more. This way him and Gaara are nose to nose. This close the red in Sasuke's eyes is easily visible.

"It's international kissing day according to what I heard today and I wondered if you'd be interested in participating," he teases, tone going a little wicked and heated. They've shared a few moments together as they try to figure out what this is between them, but as of late Sasuke found himself wanting, no desiring more.

He decides to change their position. Sasuke pulls away slightly and lowers himself to his knees. With his hand freed, he reaches for Gaara's chin and pulls him forward so their close once again. Lips are but a breath apart, but his eyes search for permission first. Once he finds it, he seals their lips in what's supposed to be a sweet, chaste kiss.

It's not. Hunger and passion take the reigns. The grip on Gaara's chin slackens, and Sasuke slides it back to grip the back of his neck. It's been an experimental journey learning to kiss this man and finding his own likes as well. Nipping his bottom lip with a bit of a naughty energy, the kiss breaks once air becomes an issue.

"Happy international kissing day Gaara," Sasuke says, taking a lazy swipe of his lower lip, savoring the remaining taste of the Kazekage. Once he gains his breath back,. his eyes slide over to the food then flicker back to the red-head. With that same mischievous energy from earlier, Sauske teasingly asks:

"Hungry?"

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@hokkoshi: " I missed ya... I still do, Neji. " kibaneji since i miss them and you. xoxo

his fault ----- neji's / kiba's. someone's fault that they broke up but it's been about six months since then and now neji blames kiba more than himself. neji was the one to walk out, sure, but kiba was the one that let him. ( he doesn't really know -- remember how it all happened, only that it did when they were both pissed and drunk and yelling at one another for the thousandth time and nothing was new then, nothing's new now. )

so, he wonders, why exactly is kiba here? why now, after all this time, after all the time he's spent going out of his way to avoid this path because he knew it was the one neji took to get back to his apartment. it's cold, dark and later than neji wanted it to be, and here kiba is, standing underneath a lamppost in the rain like a fucking idiot while neji pretends to not see him as he walks by his ex as if he were nothing. kiba's nothing. ( nothing old, nothing new. even now, he's still everything to neji. ) kiba speaks up, saying words neji wishes he didn't have to actually process, but his back is to the other and stupidly, he stops. kiba...? misses him? he doesn't want to hear this, actually.

before he realizes it, there's a short, dry laugh that sounds, saving him from crying and neji tips his umbrella in a way that prevents him from seeing kiba even if he did try turning to look at him. " kiba, " he wets his lips / readies himself for the worse, " it's too late for all that. go home. "

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😘 another, for the sasugaa thrist 👻

It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse. / @hokkoshi

After getting home from school and being subjected to sudden lecture by his father, Sasuke escaped to his room. He sent Gaara a quick text asking if he wanted to hang out. After picking up his boyfriend, yep spiderman style, Sasuke suggested they hit the street market. He was hungry and the vibe there is always an experience. The rich aromas of savory and sweet cooking foods, the constant energy of vendors calling people to buy from them in different tongues, and the sights of delicious homemade foods.

"This smells fucking spicy dude." Sasuke looks at his taco with a good dose of fear. The salsa looks innocent enough, but the smell. It's got that kick. The vendor in front of them grins, encourages them to eat with with a few gestures and some quick Spanish words.

Stepping off to the side to let a couple behind put in their order, Sasuke swallows his hesitation and takes a bite of the soft taco. His gut was right, because it's not the kind of heat that burns your tongue on impact. No, it's the kind that hits you afterward. Oh shit. Yeah he won't be able to eat this, not without burning his stomach from the inside out.

He coughs a few times and is grateful for the water bottle that gets shoved in his face. Exchanging his plate for Gaara's drink, he quickly gulps down the water before coughing a few more times.

He's trying not to fan his mouth like a bitch, but he might be one today if this shit keeps burning. Turning to glance at Gaara, he looks to see how he's doing.

"Are you good? If you are, how?" He croaks.

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are you sure you know what you're doing? - from bachira to sasuke

MORE QUESTION PROMPTS /@hokkoshi

Stopping the ball under his foot, Sasuke glances in Bachira's direction. Narrowing his eyes, he tries to figure out what the hell that is supposed to mean.

Does he know what's he doing? Obviously, otherwise he wouldn't be invited to Blue Lock. Kicking the ball in his direction, he takes a few steps back.

"You saying I don't know my shit? Pass me the ball when I tell you to." Best way to speak here isn't through words, it's showing what you got.