The child stiffened and her crimson eyes widened, her cheeks flushing up. “A-ah…” Speechless. She placed her hands gently on her cheeks, feeling the heat. She blinked rapidly as she inhaled deeply, removed her hands from her cheeks and onto the bartender’s collar, removing the red tie from it. “.Izumo…I…” she murmured as she unbuttoned the first two buttons slowly. Her face became a deep shade of crimson as she slowly placed her lips on side of the blonde’s neck. She paused for a moment, then removed herself from the other’s neck,”S…s-sorry…”
♚- He isn’t sure how it happened - or how they ended up here, Izumo crouched in his lap and his hands resting on the hitch of her waist - but Totsuka finds he cannot pull away. He is lost in her eyes. They have, of course, always been beautiful - but now, so close and wide and bright, Totsuka cannot breathe. Something about them is deeply comforting, lulls him forward until the tickle of her breath is on his cheek and he is blushing, bright and tangible. This is a different to feeling to when he is with Mikoto (who’s eyes set him on fire, an explosion of furious oranges and reds and whites) but it is by no means unpleasant. It takes a second. It takes the stripe of red which worms its way onto the boundaries of her cheeks for him to break. The incline is small, slow; neck bending and eyes unblinking and hands trembling at her waist. He does not do this often; rather, he does not do it at all. His heart is racing furiously and god, he can’t breathe, but he finds the courage to do it anyway: to lean forward with as much grace as he can muster and press his lips to hers.
It is like fire, burning bright red and radiant, shooting sparks down his spine and behind his eyes. Their connection of skin is so hot it burns, and despite it being simple and chaste his lungs heave and suddenly he’s dizzy. He lingers for however longer until his lungs give out and he’s forced to inch away, breathing hard and trying to sober the furious blush working ribbons on his skin. “Izumo…”
✿✿✿ (Just because I like reading sweet drabbles <3]
Fingers kiss, forehead kiss, gentle kiss. Kiss reordered. Pfft. Prepare for some mushy Izumocest.
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It was Valentine’s Day, and the right-hand man of HOMRA had just got home with small boxes of chocolate on his hands. One was from Anna, which he spent her savings on, and the other was from thee Scepter 4 lieutenant but with a note attached that says, ‘This is only because you forced me.’
Humming under his breath, he sloppily walked into the kitchen—if he could call it kitchen anymore.
“Oi, nee-san. Y’tried bakin’ again, didn’t you?” He called out in a strained voice, and a few seconds later, your head bobbed out from behind the counter as you come out of hiding.
“…Say somethin’ rude and I’ll burn ya.”
You warned him, but you slowly stood up to reveal that you had chocolate all over you, just because you were so preoccupied of thinking and you set the mixer too high and the contents exploded. You were so frustrated and angry that you felt like punching the wall.
“Ev’ry time you attempt on somethin’ in the kitchen, this happens, ne. I don’t know why y’keep doin’ it.” His voice was somehow annoyed yet also teasing, it angered you even more. Especially that he didn’t even ask why you were making something in the first place.
“Bakamonooooo!” You shouted and flung a spoon towards your twin, teeth grinding together. “Ya insensitive foolish bastard! I was makin’ chocolates! I was about to give ‘em t’ ya but—!”
Suddenly, you felt hot tears streaming down your face. Disappointment, annoyance, frustration, and anger was a bit one hell of a mix that kept you on the tipping edge, and now, finally an outburst.
“For… me… ne?” He took a step towards you but you held a hand towards him.
“Don’t move! Don’t wanna talk ‘bout this ya fool…” You slowly sank back to your position, burying your face on your hands, smearing the chocolate on your face even more. “—this is pitiful, ne. It’s all a mess…”
Moments later, as you were sobbing, lean arms were around you, warm but slightly chapped lips were pressed on your forehead. When you looked up, it was your twin, and he was wearing a somehow proud expression on his face.
“Maido ookini, nee-san. ‘Never thought you’d finally give me somethin’ after all these years…”
You looked away and broke away from his embrace, still slightly feeling off after the mess. “It’s not like I could give ya somethin’ now that it’s all ruined…”
“Iie… Not all…” He chuckled before pulling your hands and putting your fingers inside his mouth, licking the chocolate away, and kissed your fingertips afterwards. “Hn hn~ You ‘ave really improved your chocolate~”
“… D’aho…” You felt your self smiling, slightly remembering the old times where you’d refuse to give him anything because you were scared that he wouldn’t like it, but he sneaks in. The good ‘ol days…
“Want… more?” You carefully said—of course. The only traces left were on your face—on your lips. “…Nii-san, I—”
But before you could do anything, his lips were already on yours, gently touching as if you were fragile. He licked the confection off your lips but barely touching. The sensation was magical; it was intimate yet not too pressing.
“See, y’didn’t ‘ave to cry after all…” He told you when he pulled away, both of his hands pinching your cheeks. “But next time, I’d prefer it if you’d place it on a box.”
Bam. You whacked him solidly on the head, but this time, you were laughing really hard.
“D’aho! Nii-san is always a baka!”
Both of you sat there all night, talking with each other like you never did when you were already adults.
Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be happy if you’re single? Nah. At least now you’ve proven it wrong.
Back kiss, hand kiss, upside down kiss. Used a different generator this time. Pfft.
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Kusanagi Izumo was about to take a bath when he slid the door open—and found an undressed you on the tub. You were crying and all that, your make up was all over your face. A love quarrel maybe?
“Nee-san, oi.” He covered you up with his towel, careful not to touch any of your skin to not give you the wrong impression. “C’mon, ne. You’ll get sick.”
Instead of driving him away and cursing like you usually do, your hand went to his arm and tugged onto it, as if convincing him to get into the tub. “Kiss me, kiss me.”
“E-eh?” He wanted to protest, but given the situation you were in, he had to oblige. “…Here.”
Izumo took your hand and kissed it, waiting for your reaction. You raised your brows and whacked him in the head. “I… I need someone. Please.”
“…” He stared at you for a moment, but he embraced you from behind and landed a peck on your shoulder blade. “It’ll be alright. Don’t stress it.”
You didn’t speak but sobbed silently instead on his arms. “I shall get y’another towel… I’ll be back.” He aimed to leave the bath room, but you leaned against on the tub’s edge, your head dangling from it as you watched him leave with pleading eyes.
“Nii-san.” You simply told him, but it was enough for him to go back and kiss you softly on the lips, taking your lower lip between his in the awkward position. When he pulled away though, he was smiling, and he pinched your nose.
“I’ll be back, I promise.”
Then you watched his back as he left the room, humming under his breath.
smoking-bartender replied to your post: Why do you not speak like the other Kusanagis? And...
“Oh anon~ What do you mean by ‘the other Kusanagis’ hm?” Twitch. [outofpanties; GERMAN I’D LOVE TO LEARN GERMAN OMFG <333]
"Oi, nee-san. Want to beat up some anon ass, eh?"
[[LOL actually they're criticizing me because all other Izumo rp-ers speak like, 'ya know', like that. I'm a sad case. XD And yeah, German's cool. I have like, 3 books and an audio tutorial for it, but I laugh every time I practice. XD]]
smoking-bartender replied to your post: Can I see a picture of mun in cosplay?
[outofpanties; Y-YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL ;A;]
NO I HAVE MAKEUP I'M NOT WHEN I DO NOT HAVE I'M JUST DECEIVING YOU AND YOU CLICKED IT TOO OMG NOT YOU TOO YOU WILL ALSO DIE BECAUSE OF ARMPIT ITCH I WILL MISS YOU GUYS
