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[relichunterhattoriheiji-blog]

@aceofspadcs

Hattori panted softly, cursing under his breath. He’d only been to his new collage for a week now, and he was already running late. His bag bounced against his side, the hard textbooks most likely going to leave a bruise, but he couldn’t afford to slow down now. He had forgotten to set his alarm, and he was paying the price for it. He’d stayed up late going over his books, on one of the relics he was looking too find.

And had slept in.

He cursed louder as he tried to push himself to run a bit faster. He was pretty in shape - thanks to Kendo - and was rather muscular. Even still, running from one side of campus to the other would take it’s toll on anyone. His breath was coming out in harsh pants as he raced against the inevitable second bell. He’d heard the first, and knew the second wasn’t far behind. Who would of thought on his late day, his early morning period free, would be the day he was late.

He could see the entrance in sight, a side door he’d learned that would lead him directly into the classroom. He could taste his goal on the tip of his tongue and pushed himself harder. In doing so he didn’t notice the other, heading in the opposite direction. Just before his destination, he collided with another human, sending him forward - the other in tow - where he landed on the person he’d run into. He winced a little and rubbed his side, which had gotten an elbow in it.

Just who hadn’t been paying attention?

“Oi, watch where yere goin’, if ya see a guy runnin’ stay clear, ahou.” Hattori spoke, looking down at the man under him, pushing himself up so he wasn’t laying on him anymore.

[anxietyskates-blog]

his-tasty-katsudon:

Send “What are you playing?” To catch my muse playing a video game.

Playing video games was a rarity for Yuuri, since he didn’t really time with practice at the ice rink taking up most of his daily schedule. But today was more of a laid back day for him, Viktor said not to worry too much since they put so much effort into practice that a day of rest on occasion wouldn’t be too bad.

Yuuri of course, found himself feeling bored. When he wasn’t skating, he realized he really needed to gain some more hobbies. That’s when he remembered the game system Phichit gave him back when they were roommates in Detroit.

So he decided to sit and play it. Picking the first game in sight, he inserted it and started playing.

Eyes staring wearily at the brightly lit television screen, he found himself getting lost into the game. Addicting, being that he could have sworn he sat there for a decent 20 minutes just playing the game. Yuuri barely noticed his twin draping over him, until his words registered into Yuuri’s mind and he glanced over to see his face.

‘’–Ah, Yuusei!’’ Yuuri exclaimed a bit startled, ‘’I think it’s an RPG…’’ he reached over to grab the case of the game he was currently playing, ‘’–Tales of… Zestiria?’’ he read off the case, then placed it back down. He gave a sheepish laugh, ‘’I was just feeling a little bored, so one thing led to another… and yeah.’’

Yuusei had been at practice till the late hours; he had even missed dinner. Minako had him working to the bone, as their was a recital coming up, that could bring new students, and attention, to her studio. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited himself - he loved Minako like family - it was just, he was a rather lazy person. So the late practices that he’d been taking part in, was draining him, not physically, but more mentally. He panted as he placed a hand too his chest, looking up at his teacher.

It was half an hour before she let him go.

He sucked in the fresh air, the sweat on his body cooling his skin as he leisurely made his way home. He missed Yuuri, but he was far too tired to be in a rush. He even stopped at a park bench with a bento from the store, before he finally made it home. “Tadaima!” He called out as he toed off his shoes and slipped on the slippers. He kissed his mom on her cheek, letting her know he already ate, before he went in search of his brother.

He draped himself over the back of his brother when he finally found him, tilting his head when his twin gave a response to what he was doing. Yuusei knew much about games, though he mostly played Otome games himself. He watched for a few moments before a mischievous smirk slipped onto his face. “Oh really?” he asked and slowly reached a finger forward. “And what would happen if I hit this button?” He dtarted forward and pressed one of the button on the game.

Though he made sure not to hit the power button.

[relichunterhattoriheiji-blog]

blackorgkaito:

◤ Oops! First Interactions : Send me a symbol for our Muses to meet when the following accident occurs… ◢

♔ - one Muse hits the other while opening a door too fast/forcefully

God damn it, he was late. If you’d ever seen that anime cliché of running late, you’d know exactly what he looked like, now—a piece of toast in his mouth and hastily pulling on shoes as he ran out the door. There isn’t a backpack slung over his shoulders to complete the picture, but the image was similar enough.

Feet hit the floor as he glances at his watch—only five minutes left on a route that takes him a little more than ten minutes if he ran, but if he cuts through that building over there, he could possibly …

Jump over a fence, slam the door open – alright, safe, but when he opens the door on the other side…

The door impacts with … something, and oh, yikes, it’s not a wall. The skin tone makes him wonder if it’s Bourbon before he realizes the hair color is off—

“Ah—Sorry!” Man, serves him right. He looks anxiously in the direction of the train station, then at his watch, but offering a hand to the stranger, to pick him up. “Are you alright?”

He looks ready to dash any moment.

Hattori shifted through the papers on his desk. He wasn’t running too late, since he was taking a taxi, but he wasn’t really taking his time either. He made sure he had all the notes he needed - giving a speech to some History students on a recent relic he’d found - before he made his way to the door. He stuck his feet into the shoes by the door and wiggled till they were all the way in before he stepped out of the hotel room he was currently staying in.

It was going to be a good day.

He checked his watch, making sure he was good for time before he started down the stairs and out of the hotel itself. His key card was safely in his jacket pocket, and the papers were secure in his hand. He was going to meet the taxi in the parking lot, near the side exit. There was less traffic and they’d get out at a better time then trying to fight for space at the entrance. Make his way there briskly, he didn’t notice the handle of the door next to him moving; which in turn connect with his side.

The papers in his hand went flying as he fell to a knee, hand reaching for the side where the doorknob and door had hit. He winced at the pain and turned his head to bark at the other; who seemed to be in a rush. “Peachy, Ahou.” He replied, his Kansai accent thick as he spoke, looking at the papers all over the place. Letting out a sigh, and another wince, he moved to pick everything up. Of course now he was bound to be late.

Wonderful.

[anxietyskates-blog]

@arroogant

Once again Yuuri had found himself in the back of the room while everyone fitted into their groups to talk. Even Viktor was off with Yuri and his coach, most likely having to pick up for lost time. Yuuri didn’t mind, he didn’t really feel up to doing much chatting. He and Viktor had already talked to his possible sponsors, and after a quick agreement not to drink, he was left to fend for himself. Letting out a soft sigh, he leaned against the wall as he watched everyone who’d worked hard to get here.

Until he spotted another.

JJ seemed to be off on his own as well, and Yuuri toyed with a thought. Grabbing one of the snacks and an alcohol-free drink, he slowly made his way over to the other male. Had anyone been watching, it would have looked rather strange, as he’d walked sideways, not making contact with the other till he was standing beside him. Unfortunately, once there he didn’t really know how to start the conversation.

He brought the snack to his lips and nibbled softly as he internally berated himself for his lack of social skills. He’d made it all the way here, and yet he couldn’t even work up the courage to talk to him. He let out a sigh, louder than he meant to and tipped the flute of something fruity and closed his eyes, condemning himself to solitude.

[relichunterhattoriheiji-blog]

||Detective on Ice||Closed Thread||Raidou||

It had been a while since Hattori was on ice, and he was very much out of practice. Sweat ran down his back and neck, his breath coming out in soft pants as he worked his body. It started with a skate from one side to the middle of the rink, where he’d touch the center line and then dash back. The second time he’d go half of the way he’d gone before and touch the ground, and then return. That would happen one more time, before he’d start all over. It was an exercise he’d learned at camp.

and it was great for training precision and stamina.

He was taking it early, considering he had a student come in in for teaching, but this was one of the few times he had to practice now. He was in the middle of another rep when he heard the door creak open - it really needed a good helping of oil - he pulled himself to a stop. A hand came up to wipe his hair away from his face, which was slick with sweat as well. He lazily made his way over to the doorway leading off the ice and stepped off.

“Hey there.” He called out as he made his way over to the other, hand stretched out. “Tha names Hattori Heiji.” He introduced himself as he comes to a stop, free hand on his hip. “I will be yere instructor from here on ou’.” He paused, before tilting his head. “Jus’ how much skatin’ experience do ya have?” It was always good to know before he started. He needed to know where he was going to start off, with basic’s on skating in general, or in competitive.