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░ ▶▶ @rocketstarterofhonan || &.STARTER CALL. ( CLOSED. )

❝ isn’t that dangerous ? ❞

#░ ▶▶ ‘ on stage. ’ ( &.IC. )#riku what r u doing ur giving me a concern #rocketstarterofhonan #// hey hey hey !#i hope this is okay ! if you dont like the starter just tell me and ill change it~ =w=#its kind of vague but ugh im bad at starter ideas

rocketstarterofhonan -Felt the Wind

-{★}- Such a silent morning; the sun was beaming down in its early state of waking, wildlife that grew accustomed to the busy park-lands within the city were making their usual calls; even the subtle breeze that moved through the leaves of shrubbery and trees was welcoming, motivating. It was this time of the morning, before the harsh bustle of the city began, that the youthful runner found it most easy to train on his own accord. Ashen hair billowed behind the jogging figure, silvery eyes ever hunting his surroundings for anything of interest, something to mark and dart towards in a motivated sprint; a certain emerald-haired comrade, however, had not been on the list of suspected acquaintances dwelling the streets at such a time of the morning… and thus, the youth made it his point to dart over in greeting, eyebrow quipped in questioning; “You are out early.”

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Send me “that’s dirty” and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.Sexual Sunday NSFW special, they’re all suggestive, but don’t have to be responded to in a NSFW manner.#41

Although he planned to live on campus with the other members of Kakyoin’s Stride Team he still had familial obligations to meet. His mother was especially glad to see him and smothered him as much as she dared while he spoke mostly about his accomplishments in America with his father. Though he looked for him it seemed Riku was either out or doing his best to avoid him for the duration of the visit. With a heavy heart Tomoe resigned himself to the familiar resulting emptiness.

Yet on the cusp of his departure from the family home he ventured into his old room. His mother obviously tidied it because while everything was as he’d left it there was no dust to be found. The curtains had been drawn but he paid the darkness little heed, almost glad that it was there to lay like a blanket over the overwhelming mass of memories. So long as it stayed like this only a select few pieces caught his eye. His gaze settled on them one by one, remembering, until they were drawn by a subtle movement.

Someone was rolling over in his bed. They were covered from head to toe in blankets but he knew the shape immediately. Quiet and careful he approached, filled with apprehension and hope alike. The corners of his mouth trembled, not quite managing to smile, and the lids of his eyes gently settled over low burning magenta irises.

❝ I WASN’T EXPECTING TO find you in my bed. ❞

Was it too much to hope that Riku missed him? That they could go back to being close like brothers should be?

He didn’t dare to reach out and touch him though his fingers itched to smooth unruly caramel hair back from his little brother’s sleeping face. Waking him would surely dispel the illusion and render his swollen heart broken all over again. Or was the fact that he considered that come his true undoing?

One backwards step became a second and then a decisive turn. Not once did he look back. He didn’t feel he deserved to.

‘ Its my fault we’re like this… ‘

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He had been surprised by the message, having hoped but never expected that his younger brother would want to meet up. Though he agreed easily it was not without reservations and the feelings undulated in the pit of his stomach until they were so twisted up he couldn’t tell one emotion from another. Not anxious but cold and stagnant, the conversation he was met with left them at their usual standstill.

Though painful to realize he’d been called here for confrontation instead of conversation he remained placid to the eye. His own gaze, colored deep magenta, averted as if ashamed.

❝ ITS TRUE THAT I tried to invite Kyosuke. . . I admitted that was wrong of me. There’s nothing between us anymore. No. . . I don’t think there ever really was to begin with. ❞

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❝ Yagami-kun -- Would you like to walk home with me today -- ? ❞

#rocketstarterofhonan #❤ | v : with you who's always excited #throws something at you in a fluFF VERSE

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symbol meme - ▤ = falling asleep on them .

Riku made a face as he swallowed the medicine, his nose red and throat coarse as he whined in protest. He was usually so robust, it was hard to believe someone so seemingly resilient could catch a cold in the first place. Hozumi offered out a can of green tea. Something warm would be better, but as they were caught in the midst of travel, this would have to do.

The first year became oddly quite in the next twenty minutes, not even trying to take any of the popcorn out of his senior’s bag. (Which Hozumi was secretly grateful for.) However, it wasn’t long after that before his weight shifted against the seat, head dropping down next to Kohinata’s. Considering Riku’s longer torso, he didn’t fit comfortably into the blond’s should but almost rested atop the other’s head.

❝ Riku? ❞ He probed, but the other boy slept on, oblivious. Hozumi sighed, at first seeming annoyed, but couldn’t help the smile that spread along his lips. Heath, who sat on the other side of him, was also smiling, leaning over to peer at the sleeping boy.

❝ What cute first years we have. ❞ Heath chuckled. The second year found himself lightly laughing in response, but quietly. A pale hand reached up to smooth the bangs from Riku’s brow in an almost motherly way. He’d let him sleep. They had a big day ahead of them after all.

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His phone says it’s 11:58 AM. Now the question is— does he go and face the idiot or does he leave him waiting? Tempting as the second one may be, it might be counter productive to his cause. Himemiya couldn’t just give up after all the work he’d put into this. Stuffing his phone into his pocket he makes the short walk across the street from the cafe to the shopping district front, propping himself against the statue stationed in the middle of the walk way. The straw of his drink stuck in one cheek, he lazily peered around in wait.

#⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩#( is this a three way thread??? maybe? )#rocketstarterofhonan #sonicstride