#lcvehashira

[ardenssolis]

@lcvehashira said (inbox):

"Can I have 500 yen? Please?" It would seem she is a little short covering her bill.

     ❝WHAT DO I GET out of it?❞ Tch, such shameful, freeloader behavior. He wasn’t going to just give her 500 yen! ❝Perhaps you should not have overspent, hm?❞ Why buy that much food anyway? She could have gotten by with just a bowl of ramen and something on the side. Foolishness! This problem was of her own making!

[zangyo]

@lcvehashira said (inbox):

Usually visitors to the island only stayed for a week or two before returning home, and those that did visit on birthdays tended to travel with family and friends to celebrate. However, the strange man, whose name she had learned from one of the nearby bakeries, had let slip to her that he had spent his birthday alone in the comfort of tea and pastries in their seating area. Alone?! How could one spend a birthday alone? And while on a vacation? No sooner had she heard such information, Mitsuri was scrambling around gathering flowers and jars of honey for an impromptu gift. It might not have been much, and also late at that, but she couldn't allow someone to think they had to spend such a day by themselves. With his height, Nanami stood out among everyone else, and that is when Mitsuri made her move. "Nanami-saaaan!" Running as fast as she could, she stopped just abruptly in front of him and held out her gifts, politely bowing her head. "Spend the day with me! It is no good to be alone!"

     AH, FINALLY SOME PEACE and quiet. After being bombarded earlier that day with birthday wishes and surprises, he was glad to finally be able to wind down and just take in the relative quiet around him – or as quiet as it could be in the constant rhythm that was Tokyo, of course. Taking a deep breath, he removed his suit jacket, neatly placing it to the side and rolling up his sleeves to help alleviate some of the stifling summer heat that had nearly cooked him as he went about his business. It was rude to walk about looking so casual, but surely no one would side eye him for wanting a breather. Leaning against a railway, he closed his eyes, allowing the wind to lick at his skin and ruffle his hair…right before he heard someone call his name. Frowning, he turned, brows furrowing slightly in confusion. Who was this? Someone he met before…? She certainly didn’t seem the least bit familiar to him.

     ❝Hm…do I know you?❞ Even so, he did reach out to take that offered gift…even if…he had no idea what was going on right about now. Was this a prank? Was he going to pop up on television later? Nanami looked around as if attempting to catch camera crew hiding somewhere off in the distance around a corner or behind a tree, only to be met with nothing but normal passersby. Maybe this was Gojo’s sense of humor or…something. ❝Did a man with a blindfold and white hair tell you to come over here?❞ He had to rule out all possibilities because all of those made ten times more sense than a stranger wanting to spend their day with you because they didn’t want you to be alone of all things.

[bigdhashira]

@lcvehashira​ said : …it is the summer. ( ´ ▽ ` )

Gently flicks her forehead. “No, it is me.”

[muriokusho]

@lcvehashira said : he’s gonna have to buy a whole bakery for her. ☺️💕

Gojo Satoru unknowingly became a sugar daddy at the fresh young age of 28?

[muriokusho]

@lcvehashira​ said (inbox) :  Stares at his sandwich. You know what must be done, Satoru.

Buys a second sandwich to hand over to Mitsuri?

[muriokusho]

@lcvehashira said (inbox) :  Opens her mouth for a bite of his ice cream uvu

Through the span of 0.2 seconds, Gojo Satoru goes through an identity crisis where he either: flirst with the other sex, shares some of his ice cream or loses face and his playboy status where he resorts back to his childish ways and refuses!!!

In the end, Gojo Satoru shares his ice cream with the pink haired girl who reminds him too much of ccotton candy.

Ichiji is on speed dial to buy him 10 more ice creams.

[whirling-fangs]

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

"Haaaah?! It's pretty simple! I just asked you to twist your body as much as you can! Everyone's going around saying you're amazing, because you're so strong and flexible and whatnot, so I'm gonna prove that I've even STRONGER! And FLEXIBLER!"

The second part was rather easy to prove. And so Inosuke's back started to bend, and bend, hands reaching down to wrap around his ankles, while his head slipped between them. A perfectly inhuman feat.

"Hahahaha! I bet you can't do that, can you, watermelon head?!"

[zangyo]

@lcvehashira said (inbox):

It isn’t often that she sees such a tall man venture to the bee gardens, but it isn’t completely uncommon. Usually it is couples on holiday or tourists, so she quickly assumes he must be a lost businessman of some sort when he reaches for one of the wild flowers. “Ah! Excuse me! Are you lost?” Wiping her hands on the front of her apron, she waves him down once and chases after him. “Sir, save some for the bees! You shouldn’t touch those!”

     WHAT A LOVELY PLACE this was. The honeybees that occasionally buzzed by were left to their devices just as they left him to his own. He smiled a little as he had leaned down a little to pluck one of the flowers that reached out towards the sun with welcoming petals, its color a lovely shade of pink and its scent just as soothing. However, the voice of another pulled him from the moment, his gaze quick to flicker to the only other individual present. How long had they been attempting to catch his attention…? Best to not think too long about that question. Clearing his throat, he stood back to his full height, soon turning to properly address the other. ❝Forgive me. I was passing by and noticed this place. It…was not my intention to disturb anyone.❞ The bees most importantly. Would one missing flower really cause such a ruckus? Hmm…regardless, he should have left it be now that he thought about it.