#hotheadednatsu

[kaidasama-blog]

@burningheartdragneel

“Why are you so focused on one aspect of our marriage? I swear you’re too stubborn for your own good”

[painterofthe-sun]

hot-headed-natsu replied to your post “hot-headed-natsu replied to your post:Alright Shiori! Fuck, Marry,...”

Like for real though. At least take him out to dinner first Shiori. Jeez.

{ LMAO, good luck trying that at the moment... She actually probably would’ve at some point under the misguided attempt of trying to make more friends, though. }

[painterofthe-sun]

hot-headed-natsu replied to your post:Alright Shiori! Fuck, Marry, Make-out with Yami,...

-screams tbh-

{ You’re welcome to sit in the now free-to-use corner to scream in, if you’d like. I’d invite you to scream along with Shio, but she’s kinda unavailable right now.... }

[mochimochirabbit-a]

@hot-headed-natsu‘s moon song. { cont. }

     “Oh, specific choices!”

Nonetheless, she gave a light-hearted chuckle. Natsu did seem rather enthused about deviating from what sorts of kisses everyone else seemed to be getting today. Who was she to tell him no? As such, she leaned forward and cautiously rubbed her nose against his. Her face felt a little warmer when she leaned back though she laughed it off.

     “There! Happy kissing day, Natsu.”

[mochimochirabbit-a]

@hot-headed-natsu‘s moon song.

She’d gone back to recollect the little clothe she’d used to bundle up the mochi she’d left only to have halted then. They’d grown stale, hardened and useless but that wasn’t so much what caught her attention. It was the faint scent of Natsu that she’d picked up, having trekked by... and yet not a single mochi cake had been taken...

For days she’d sat on that information, bothered by it. She shouldn’t have been, he’d made it more than clear that she wasn’t worth the effort of extending niceties to when she tried not to snap at him. Yet it had. Maybe that was why she’d taken to seeking him out, a new, smaller batch of cherry cakes in hand.

She stalked right up to him, squishy mochi cake in hand. Yumigami tried not to let the expression on his face bother her too much, though it did sting. Instead of focusing on that, however, she promptly shoved the mochi into Natsu’s mouth.