#pureromantics

[a-allnostalgic]

@pureromantics liked for a starter from KISA  ( for Kou ).

     ❝ Sorry!   I  know  I’m  running  late  ------  but  I’m  almost  there! ❞      This  is  said  through  a  phone  call  to  his  boyfriend,  feet  rushing  against  concrete  of  the  sidewalk.   They  had  plans  to  meet  an  hour  earlier  for  dinner  together,  but  once  again  Kisa’s  work  got  the  best  of  his  schedule   .  .  .

     He  just  hoped  Kou  could  still  see  him.

[suchcharisma]

                  ❝  Y-Youkina ? W-hat in the world is ALL this?  ❞          He came home from a REALLY long day at work & here he was, surrounded by flowers and the candle light dinner not too far from his point of view in the door way. Slipping off shoes slowly on the mat below him, eyes still scanned his apartment, ( --- if this place was STILL his apartment. ) Knowing that Kou was off for the summer vacation from his classes, as he had decided to take it off ---- there was still VARIOUS questions as to what he did during the time he had work.    / @pureromantics

[suchcharisma]

      This was the first TIME in his life that someone knew his deep secrets, his flaws, the ins and outs of how his mind worked and how honestly horrible he was when it came to personal emotions and SENTIMENTS. Clearly he needed to work on himself and find ways to be his old self again, or bring that persona forward that he used on other’s to presume he was potent. He would be LYING if he said that Yanase didn’t intimidate him but only in the case that he could READ right through him like that of an open book.        ❝  Yanase-kun, I could of washed my own sheets.  ❞    ( ---- Has he even TOUCHED washing machine before? )

          It’s been nearly three days since that whole ordeal on the broken elevator. His assistant had moved in considering the circumstances, he had already moved out once the lease was done and had to quit his new job to keep his old one. Seemed convenient to just stay here for awhile, BUT if Yuu insisted on going someplace else, he honestly didn’t see how he would accept that. Promised the night before that if the main room were to be cleaned from top to bottom than they could sleep in the same bed. TILL then, they barely slept or snoozed on the couch out in the living room. His room was that of a black hole, everything within it seemed to be old, broken, smelly or just plan disgusting. The cleanest part to Ijuuin’s Kyo entire room was the back corner where his collection of drawing pencils were tucked safely in their cases. 

         Garbage bags aligned in the hallway, all consisting of rubbish from inside the other’s room. When was the last time he actually stepped foot into that bedroom and cleaned like this? Likely hasn’t done anything since he moved IN, honestly.  He owed Yanase something big, especially because he was determined to do all this work. / @pureromantics

[suchcharisma]

       ❝ MIYAGI --- let me in !!!  ❞     Here he was, standing outside the door and UNSURE what to do about the lost key. That was the second one this year that he had lost or misplaced and he wasn’t sure how many more the landlord will allow to order. He felt KIND OF stupid for losing something important. With him, he had some of the groceries for this week and his bag full of homework that he likely wouldn’t do. It was SNOWING again for being so close to spring, but he didn’t mind being cold just as long as he could quickly warm up. / @pureromantics

[suchcharisma]

             Watching Misaki, his biggest fan and supporter, nearly JUMPING for joy while begin given the new chapter of his book --- he stared in awe and admiration. This boy was something else, always making him believe he could PUSH himself with no limits. No weights dragging him back or chains keeping him in place --- he was capable of continuing his work without getting in that monthly rut.  However, in the back of his mind he was worried about someone who hadn’t contacted him in what seemed like WEEKS.   Either his assistant had quit and never informed him or there something else going on, he wouldn’t have known either one because of the lack of communication WITH him directly as well as the publishing company.    

                  While it DID leave him a but of a muddled mess, he tried hard to keep it from appearing on the outside ( --- good at that, in fact. While he kept feelings to himself quite often. )  Every so often he sent Yanase-kun a message or two, a question mark or even a single heart, hoping it would capture the other’s attention. Alas --- there was no return calls or messages. Hoping that maybe there was a logical explanation to all this but as time went on he began to lose hope. Apartment was covered in filth and surrounded by garbage and his meals consisted of cups of coffee and bags of potato chips.  His editor usually made certain that he was getting the proper meals and cleaning up after himself --- without Yuu to rely on, he fell between the cracks.   Where COULD he be? / @pureromantics

[suchcharisma]

             ❛❛  —-  Takahashi-kun, come to another one of my signings, I see. Alone this time?  ❜❜      SURPRISED not to see his friend or Usami-san watching over him like a hawk somewhere. He knew the boy was a big fan of his and considering his new manga just came to the shelves a week or so ago, it was only proper to have more signings and talk about where the story would progress from here. NOT to mention all the new project’s he’s working on that will be out soon ( --- hopefully. ) Honestly, deep down --- he was extremely HAPPY to see Misaki again, so soon. He was always so cute when he stood there in awe and there no explanation on how to describe how that made HIM feel, personally.  The line behind the other had been dying down and it surprisingly was a little early than he had though it was, glancing to the digital clock near by on the counter of the desk.  ( --- taking MENTAL note of that as he really wanted to get the chance to catch up with his number one fan. ) / @pureromantics

[suchcharisma]

                 ❛❛  Ahha ----- it’s NOTHING ❜❜  Unsure if the professor knew about his current personal relationship. It was HARD to really explain what he’s been through and the way this continued to happen to the both of them, he highly doubted it was worth the effort anymore. His heart was TOO fragile for this, he couldn’t stand being ignored, not calls or anything of that matter which caused the man to become extremely paranoid and self conscious about his entire being. Slumped over on the desk, a shaky hand reached over papers to grab a hold of the coffee mug handle. The coffee was likely room temperature or even COLD by now and he hardly noticed until taking a slow gulp of such a thing. Well, today was definitely NOT a good day after all and it was barely noon. Had he just called in sick earlier he could of stayed in bed under the covers and didn’t have to deal with this. / @pureromantics ( x )

[suchcharisma]

         ❛❛   If I sit here any longer staring at these scribbles I am GOING to go insane ----  ❜❜    HARSH to call a hard working mangaka’s art -- SCRIBBLES, but here he has been working over forty hours a week and plus some. THEN to be at home comfortably trying to get some peace and quiet, left him with nothing BUT loathing and aches. Working at the editing company for too long, maybe it was time to look for a new job or get into something complete different. BUT because of his long years within the company, he knew the fronts and back os everything. Hell, he even helped Takano settling in. 

               Lids shut heavily while placing the next page on top and the other behind the pile, shoulders became slouched and ached --- wincing while he sunk lower on the floor, back against the sofa.  Ready to cave in and throw the manuscript OUT the window. / @pureromantics