#shiro support

[gentlenekomata]

[ GOSSIP ] - For those who don’t want to be the center of attention, sitting on the sidelines and observing those who do is a time-honored tradition. Exchanging thoughts with another while doing so is a rite of passage for a student—it is a slightly worse look for the staff to take part.

“Oh, you know, she’s just perfect for you!” Sakura giggled as she whispered to Shiro’s ear, her hand gently placed on his arm, as to lean close to him, in order to not let anyone else listen to their conversation. “You should definitely ask her out!” she pressed her hand gently, a grip of encouragement, exactly what to expect from an apprehensive and thoughtful aunt like Sakura.

“The bouquet would do the trick, trust me” she suggested, observing the beautiful tulips held into Shiro’s arms.

[verseandrhyme]

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear + MY BIGGEST YEAH BOI EVER

hallomeme (not actually halloween themed)

Shiro was the last of their friends that she expected it from. She was content to provide company in exchange for time in the castle gardens, sitting comfortably under one of the trees while Shiro did...whatever it was Shiro did. He seldom needed much more than another presence, perfectly capable of amusing himself with what whimsies crossed his mind.

When he asked her to hold still, she thought nothing of it. Simply hummed her acknowledgment and continued scribbling in her notebook. He knew better than to bother her (even if he did not always listen to that knowledge).

His hand delicately brushing her hair makes her pause. She does not move until he does, looking up at him curiously. Shiro provides no answers, just smiles at her sweetly, so she reaches up to her ear. Soft flower petals, delicate against her fingertips meet her. Oh. Shiro's smile gets a little more smug.

She cannot help it. She laughs and manages to place her notebook to the side in time before her shaking jars the still drying ink. Shiro is blushing when next she looks at him, and pouting in place of his smile. Mitama holds a hand out to him.

"Thank you." She means it. When she catches his hand, she pulls to try and get him down next to her. "Rest for a moment, will you not? Always rushing around...Sit still for once." She is teasing. She knows he knows. It is all a ploy to get herself a napping spot anyways.

[sweetestest-ninja]

@letsriddlemethislucifer answered your ask: "... Hey. Meathead." A sigh. "Thanks for the, uh....

         — “Hm-?” He blinked, sitting up from the familiar voice.  Asugi? And he was Apologizing? Shiro thought for a few minutes before speaking out. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I was in the wrong for sneakin’ up on you in the first place anyways.”

“Hey, hold on a sec.” He exclaimed, reaching in his item bag for something.

“Eh? What’s this now?” Asugi asked, raising an eyebrow. He was on full alert in case it was one of the kid’s shitty practical jokes, but there was also the possibility that it was more candy, so... Asugi was hopeful.

[gentlenekomata]

[ TXT ] : sorry for not replying sooner auntie sakura [ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately [ TXT ] : do you still need me to swing by?

sms exchange ; still accepting!

[ TXT ] : my beloved!!

[ TXT ] : we definitely have to catch up

[ TXT ] : do you mind having a tea?

[ TXT ] : i'll treat you my best blend!

[ TXT ] : ‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

[verseandrhyme]

ice ice baby (too cold)

@raikuroji | cont from here

✧ ` well, if this ain’t deja vu, shiro can’t say he actually knows what deja vu actually is. he’s pretty sure this has happened before. pretty surer that the nagging isn’t any more unfamiliar to him either. it might actually be one of the few things he didn’t miss about her since she’d gone off on her own adventures while he stayed behind in shirasagi. “oh, quit your belly achin’! it’ll be fine!” he calls back. the end of a wooden pole skates across the surface of the lake, skittering as it did.

“i’ve done this plenty of times.”

sure, all signs said that he shouldn’t but what does a sign know?

more than him? he thinks not.

“those signs are for namby pambies like—”’ 

well, like you, ’ shiro mumbles under his breath as he lightly taps the surface of the ice to make sure it’s thick enough to support his weight before he takes a step further. don’t get him wrong. it’s not that he doesn’t value the concern. he does. it’s just that he thinks the concern is misplaced. sure, if this was like kana they were talking about or if it was like—like, if it was percy or even aunt sakura? sure, then he’d get it. but him? shiro ’ i’ve survived in the wilderness with nothing but the shirt on my back for 6 hours ’ ichinomiya? him? c'mon. “you sure you don’t wanna come out here?” pole skirts the ground again. he takes another step. “it’s really not that bad!”

“what’s the worst that could happen?”

The insult is not stated directly, but Mitama has made a hobby of reading between lines and picking up meaning where not directly stated. Her frown deepens, and that is the only sign she allows for just how much her feathers ruffle. 

She was not as much of a nag as some of their friends. Surely she was better than...Caeldori. Or Hisame. Truly, this was unfair.

“You have done it plenty of times on familiar land, not Fodlan...” Was winter here the same as back in Hoshido, or even his deeprealm? Did the frost stay as thick, the water as cold? Still, he travelled out deeper onto its surface and even as her worry grew, Mitama could not help but sigh.

The worst that could happen, why on earth would he say that out loud?

With another irritated sigh, Mitama glares down at the surface. Her reflection stares back at her, just as displeased, and she sighs once more before, tentatively, she takes a step out onto the surface. It should be an easy enough thing, to follow in the steps where he had gone. He did not go too far, so surely she can manage that much.

Her progress is slow, careful, taking tentative steps across its surface. She really should have considered the odds of its structure changing after Shiro’s weight had shifted off.

She is just behind him as her weight settles. If she reaches out, she is just a hair away from touching him directly. “Shir-”

Crack!

Mitama’s eyes widen. “-oh...” She has no time to move as the ice beneath one of her feet shifts and dips away.

[verseandrhyme]

[ Lift ] - For the photo, the sender boldly lifts the receiver up in their arms. Whether or not they can hold them long enough for the photo may be another story…

he's not going to give her any warning. at first, he's happy to just make bunny ears behind her head to take a silly little picture to mark not only his arrival but her new appointment. ( part of him is wounded that she would've thought he wasn't going to take the inquiry seriously; so seriously, in fact, that he'd run home straight to his dad to ask, though the man hadn't done much besides laugh. ) then, the thought occurs to him at the last minute just as the shutter is about to go off: hands are secured about her hips and shiro lifts her up as high as he can manage to without her head being cropped out of the frame, cackling all the while as he contorts himself backward so he can still grin impishly at what he presumes to be the lens. "say cheese, mimi!"

They had settled in for the photo without any props or ridiculous poses. Mitama's hands were already filled with the bundle of papers he had given her, and Shiro had seemed uninterested in them when she dragged him over.

That was fine, in her opinion. She was happy to take a simple photo together. Shiro was one of her dearest friends, and the idea of having something permanent that would not take hours (and likely strain every bit of his patience) like a painting was something that delighted Mitama as an idea.

So when he settled in next to her without anything in hand, Mitama had trusted him. Unquestionably. And then all at once, that trust was betrayed.

Mitama squawks awkwardly as he suddenly grabs hold of her hips and lifts her up. Mitama panics for a moment before bracing herself on his forearms. "Shiro!"

A flash and just like that the photo is over.

It is not the usual carry and so Mitama is able to easily kick and squirm her way back to solid ground. The projectionist passes them the photo with a laugh. Mitama scans it quietly.

Her face is barely in frame. Shiro is almost half hidden behind her, laughing openly while she has the worst look of panic on her face.

Mitama is quiet a moment longer before laughing. She holds the photo up for him to see. "Good enough for the castle, yes?"

[verseandrhyme]

honestly, it's kind of funny. you know, she'd come running for him the first time he'd actually come to the monastery. this time, he's coming for her. though, it is with considerably more trouble than he expects for there to be: he returns on the night of the ethereal ball, when everyone's done up all nice and pretty and shiro realizes very quickly that there are more girls with pink hair than he'd imagined in the time he'd been away. all of them in their finest and, initially, shiro's looking among them too for any signs of mitama. she'd worn a dress last year if he remembers right.

this year, he doesn't see her in the sea of silks and finery. where he does find her: in hoshidan garb! for once, he feels a little less out of place; if only because he'd charged into the room without stopping to change, wood clacking against the ground as he hurries up to her with a bundle of papers in one hand and his books, taken for his time away, in the opposite even as saizo and kagero ( likely, anyway, they were ninjas for a reason ) trails behind him in his shadow to make sure he made it in one piece.

"mimi! MIMI, I GOT IT! DAD GAVE THE OK AND EVERYTHING!"

Despite the soft murmur of voices that underlines the entire event, the familiar sound of wooden shoes against the ground echoes and grabs her attention. Fodlan shoes do not carry the same resonance, even the heeled death traps they insist that women need wear. Rhajat had not come in Hoshidan attire, however, so who might have...

"MIMI!"

Mitama freezes in surprise before turning to gawk at the ball's latest arrival. "Shiro?"

How...when...he had seemed to have had his full of Fodlan the last time she had seen him, content to go back to Hoshido and resume what was needed of him there. Or at least, she thought that had been the plan.

She wonders how long he managed to stay in his father's presence before being driven back. She does not ask.

"What are you-" She manages to catch the bundle of papers in his hand and squints at them curiously. It takes a moment to scan over the formal decree of Lord Ryoma's agreement that lines the top, but as her eyes scan the page, the realization slowly takes hold.

Approval for her as Shiro's retainer.

"Oh..." She had suggested it herself, but Shiro had been so reluctant and unsure. She had not thought... "You actually went through it formally? With proper procedure and everything?" It was the only way Lord Ryoma would give his permission, if Shiro had actually done it. Mitama had assumed if he were to agree, it would just be an unspoken and informal agreement.

She feels...huh. Nothing is really different, and yet everything does seem off pace now.

"...While I do want to take a moment to discuss this properly, I am not sure this is the right venue for it. We should speak tomorrow, when things are calmer." And when he was not interrupting her date.

All the same...Mitama looks up and smiles at him, softly. "Thank you Shiro. And I am glad to see you here again." She would not fail him, not this time.

Mitama is quiet a moment before brightening. "Oh! Have you seen the projectionist? Come, it is really a neat bit of magic, I think you will enjoy it greatly!" She does not wait for his answer before taking his hand and pulling him off in the direction of the photos.

[verseandrhyme]

🍪 :0)

curse of the pocky

Mitama, with all the grace and eloquence a poet could possess, laughed in his face.

(To her favor, she did recover quickly.)

"Wait, wait, wait, no, do not go!" Forcing her laughter into submission, she quickly wrapped an arm around his before he could go, pulling him back down into his seat next to her. It continues to send little tremors through her form as she latches onto him, using her weight to ensure he will not depart this encounter entirely. She would not blame him if he did, but she would like to avoid that game of cat and mouse if possible.

"You caught me by surprise! This seems far more like something Asugi or Soleil would try than you." Shiro always struck her as...well...completely oblivious or a blushing mess when placed into these kinds of scenarios. She never imagined him actively seeking them out.

(Which was likely for the best. He was a prince and handsome and kind but...intelligent decisions, especially when interacting with people, were not what she would call his strong point.)

She is still giggling when she, after finally deciding he will not go running away, lifts herself up to consider him. He is still sitting there, still holding the pocky in his mouth, (blushing terribly), and pouting as he waits. Mitama considers the cookie next. It is an easy decision.

Two prizes ahead / stars are greedy for the light / why not take them both?

Mitama reaches forward and carefully (he had the decency to offer her the icing end, which was sweet, but made this more difficult) plucks the cookie from his mouth entirely. Before he can speak to question her, she leans forward and kisses him.

(He should have taken the coated end. He would have tasted sweeter.)

She pulls away and settles back into her seat next to him. She is no longer laughing. Her smile sits more smugly as she bites into the cookie. "So, as I was saying...." She reaches over to the little packet he had pulled the first cookie from and slips out another, which she holds up for him to bite without looking to him. "Yes, there is a different between a monologue and a soliloquy, however..."