Mar 25, 2018
Oh right it’s Sunday.
Time for him to go hide in his room for 24 hours.
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Oh right it’s Sunday.
Time for him to go hide in his room for 24 hours.
chu? maybe?
Pocky day! || Accepting || @lunalty (I apologise in advance for Mishima’s demise) --“Yuuuu~kiiiii~” Akira leans his elbows on Mishima’s desk, a dangerous smirk stretched across his lips as he shakes a box of pocky at his classmate. “You know what day it is, right? Play with me?” It’s obvious Akira is in one of his ‘I’m a little shit deep down’ moods. When Mishima agrees, the smirk seems to stretch impossibly wider, Akira looking more akin to the Cheshire cat then anything. He deftly picks a stick out from the packet, twirling it between his fingers before placing one end in his mouth, chin cupped in his palms and leaning in for Mishima to take hold of the other end. Someone else in the class room counts down for them, and the game starts. And end’s just as quickly when Akira quickly snatches the pocky from between them and simply darts in close to press a firm but chaste kiss to Mishima’s lips. Akira leans back smugly and takes a bite of the still whole pocky stick in his hand.