#hxpeiing

[cantatory]

     ❝ naegi-kun is very cute~ ❞

[mediocriti-blog]

His gift to his beloved little sister is a forehead kiss and boxed lunch.

     a wide smile found its way to her face , immediately clutching the lunch to her chest and giving a return smeck on makoto's cheek. " thank you , big bro ! "

[ivorytracing-a-blog]

// @hxpeiing​

“ this is a DISH TOWEL.  we need a HAND TOWEL.  what are we-- BARBARIANS?? ”

[cantatory]

Shalalalalala kisses the girl.

   plot twist !! girl kisses back

[kyoukokiwigiri]

Oh look a mistletoe better smooch the besties nose.

               A soft chuckle emits from her larynx & Kirigiri cannot help but SMILE at the gesture. Sweet. Tender. Much like Naegi. The sleuth understands the tradition of mistletoe & knows for a fact that it isn't unlike him to be affectionate towards her. After all, they had been together once upon a time---though those feelings had disappeared over the months that went by.

     Gloved digits mingle with brunet locks of hair; she is tender to her touch ( despite unable to experience touch within her own hands anymore ). A soft kiss is given to the luckster on top of his head afterwards---she is taller & this BENEFITS her in many ways.  

[cantatory]

NYOOMS IN TO SMOOCH THE HAND

   A SOFT HUM OF APPROVAL escapes her lips, curved upwards forming a ( sincere && genuine, not akin to the ones she has to fake ) smile. she always adored quick signs of affection between them. they made her feel special && cared about. not long after he released her hand, she leans in to press a quick kiss to his cheek in return. her face was probably cherry red by the time she pulled away, but that wouldn’t stop her from lacing the fingers on the hand that had just been kissed between some of his.

[cantatory]

   side eyes @cxruscxte & @hxpeiing

[cantatory]

Lies on her lap cos im hungry for that NAEZONOSHIT TM YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THE MUSE

   SHE SIMPLY SMILES, NOT SAYING A WORD as she reaches up a hand to thread it through his hair. the idol always had people telling her how soft && smooth her hair was but she didn’t really understand what they meant ( or why it mattered so much to them ) until now, as she was the one raking through someone else’s hair. of course, she touched her own hair every day, but it wasn’t the same. she hoped he didn’t mind her doing this, but then again, it was him that lied in her lap first. how could she possibly resist? he would do the same if it were her, wouldn’t he?

   ( would he enjoy touching her hair as other people did? she couldn’t help but wonder )

     ❝ are you comfortable? ❞ she laughs a little, the sound comparable to the chime of high-pitched bells. ❝ next time i call your lap, okay? ❞