#mebuku

[violevina-hasmoved]

❛    since when have you been so busy? i feel like this is the first i've seen you in weeks.    ❜ an over - exaggeration, perhaps, but when scheduling deprives her of the joy of seeing her dearest friend, she assumed she had earned the right to be dramatic. the raven made a home atop his couch, smiling all the while she plopped down onto it.

@mebuku , liked for a starter!

[rosewiltd]

three times she snuck a photo of hikaru & the one time he posed | @mebuku sent : 📸

[rosewiltd]

" my love, i want you. i've wanted you since the first moment i saw you. you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen."

( unprompted / always accepting !! )

if it were possible for her heart to explode with love, it would pop like a party favour and spill the confetti of her adoration for hikaru all over the floor. she didn't think it was possible to love someone so much, but every day he proves that yes, you can love someone more each and every day that you are with them. just when she thinks he can't possibly make her fall any harder, he says something so sweet and earnest and honest like this and she feels herself slipping, falling, all but running into his open arms — and his open heart.

the moment is so ridiculously sentimental in its simplicity. corinne, hair a little messy after work, the flush from a warm spring afternoon making her skin dewy and ethereal. she'd joked about feeling gross. like a goblin. and then he'd gone and said something like that and, oh, how can she think it as anything but truth. she is beautiful in his eyes. corinne can't remember the last time someone made her feel so seen and wanted.

she wants him, too.

corinne is halfway across the room, throwing her bag aside and kicking her shoes off, before sliding into his arms, fists in his shirt as she gives him a kiss. then two. then three. his cheek, his nose, his mouth. each punctuated by the breathy admission of ❝ je t'aime. je t'aime. je t'aime. ❞

if he wants her, he has her. always.

[silencedglaive]

picks her up bridal style!!!!!

( pick up hotaru ! / accepting ! )

the sound that leaves her is less than dignified, perhaps, but there's something so genuine to it. her surprise is very real, as is the way that her heart suddenly races the instant the earth is no longer beneath her feet.

❝   h - hikaru-san, wait - !   ❞   hotaru exclaims, the entire world shifting as he lifts her into his arms. the firefly can already feel the rush of pink rising to her cheeks, her palms coming to rest just beneath the column of his throat as she tries to steady herself. sure, she'd said that the evening had been too lively & that she couldn't imagine taking another step ... but this certainly wasn't her intention !

❝   i - i was exaggerating !   ❞   the heat of her embarassment courses through every inch of her body, but even hotaru can't quite quell the beginnings of laughter that slip through her lips.   ❝   i promise, i can still walk home -   ❞

[silencedglaive]

📐 + 6'0!

( height comparison ! / accepting ! )

❝   get down from there --   ❞ 

[po1zn]

@mebuku  :     hands  him  a  bouquet  of  various  purple  flowers.  "  they  suit  you.  "

THEY  SUIT  HIM?    Flowers  do?  There's  a  stupid  quality  to  how  he  stares  bewildered at  nature-woven  purple  -  something  so  entirely  familiar,  yet  deathly  not.    "  ...  they?  do??"    He  supposes  that,  in  some  strange  sense,  they  might  :  the  technicality  that,  yes,  of  course  a  poison  master  would  know  to  make  good  use  of  floral  material  when  given  the  chance.    But  does  the  other  know  that  about  him,  to  begin  with?

"This isn't a mix-up, is it?"    Mei's  voice  rings  playful  in  his  head,  telling  him  Oh,  you  idiot,  don't  you  know?  Flowers  have  so  much  meaning  to  them.  It's  a  good  gift  to  receive,  all  while  he  remains  in  his  trance,  gaze  eventually  raised  to  meet  the  giver  where  he  stands.  A  good  gift     …      he  hopes  it  is,  rather  than  some  sign  of  imminent  threat  to  come  :    I  found  you  out.  Your  move.     He  works  against  his  twisted  judgement  to  try  and  place  simpler,  more  difficult  value  to  what  his  fingertips  now  curl  to  accept.

As  he  was  taught,  he  dips  his  head  in  gratitude,  though  perhaps  some  part  of  it  is  designed  to  conceal  the  serpentine  uncertainty  slithering  beneath  his  skin:   nerves,  or  whatever  the  hell  else  they  may  be.

"  ...  Thanks."  That  is  the  right  thing  to  say.  It  has  to  be  the  right  thing  to  say.    And  now  he  must  tilt  his  head  in  question.       "Does  this  mean  I  also  have  to  find  flowers  for  you,  or  is  it  more  of  a  --  finding  something  else  that  suits  you  kind  of  deal?  I  don't  really  know  how  this  goes.  Never  been  given  flowers  before  and  stuff  --  been  told  I'm  the  one  supposed  to  be  handing  them  over  to  women."

[kingtyped]

Lays on him. “Kyoya, I’m bored!”

                          How  personal  of  a  problem  was  a  such  a  thing  &  yet ,  it  was  on  his  plate  said  problem  not  resides .  What  was  he  to  do ?  What  was  expected  of  him  to  do ?  To  Kyoya ,  you  were  only  bored  if  you  made  no  effort  to  look  for  things  to  do  to  keep  busy .  Case  &  point ,  the  whining  he  was  hearing .

                                             𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄

                         In  the  notebook  it  went .  Anything  &  everything  could  be  used  at  some  point  in  time  as  LEVERAGE .  The  notebook  was  placed  neatly  on  Hikaru  face .  Needed  something  to  write  on  after  all .   ❝  I  can  tell .  How  tragic  that  must  be  for  you . ❞  How  flippant  of  you ,  Kyoya .  He  lifted  the  book  &  proceeded  to  look  at  the  other .   ❝ Are  you  looking  for  you  a  chore ?  Or  are  we  just  meowing  for  attention . ❞