#tsuyuza

[ofstarsandbooks-blog]

☆。.:*: Legacy :*:.。☆

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – @tsuyuza    ⌟

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – While it’s not something he can brag about both to peers and colleagues, Gale enjoyed roleplaying. Not the kinky kind, mind you. Well, maybe yes.... but he wasn’t referring to that right now. The kind of roleplaying that recently entered his thoughts once more involved acting and an incredible amount of commitment. Again, not the kinky kind. It was LARP. ⌟

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – During the summer dance, Gale overheard some students and even Maya talk about some fictional kingdom. Gale recognizes one of the voices as Frey but the other man was unknown to him. All he knows is he has a very fun imagination and maybe with a little push to the ‘right’ direction, Gale could interest him in joining a small community. He already asked Frey but a club can’t be a club with just a student and a teacher. They needed more members. How else can his legacy or next level nerd-ship continue?⌟

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – “Um... excuse me.” Gale tries to speak clearly. Still slow, but at least his voice wasn’t as faint as a whisper. He taps on the shoulder of the young man from the summer dance as he sees him in the hallway and Gale figures now would be the best time to open up the subject. “You’re... a bard, aren’t you?” That might not have been the best intro, but it was better than asking: hey, wanna roleplay? Again, not the kinky kind. ⌟

[harvestacademy-blog]

hey, i’m sorry everyone, but due to some irl problems i’m going to have to drop hinata and popuri. maybe i’ll return sometime in the future. see ya! ♪

Until then, good luck~

Please unfollow Hinata and Popuri

[southernbluebelle-blog]

@tsuyuza

A single yellow rose is delivered to Georgia’s dormitory, decorated with a patterned ribbon he thought she’d appreciated, tied into an elegant bow. The attached note reads:

“For Georgia!

Thanks for helping me out the other day with my hiccups… and putting up with how overdramatic I am. LMAO. Laney is always talking about you and telling me what a wonderful person you are, so I’m hoping we can hang out more in the future! ♪

— Hinata”

Georgia’s hunch was right, Hinata truly is a good guy. He even when out of his way to get her a ribbon she liked. It’s... hard to dislike a guy if he starts acting all nice. As long as he treats Laney right, then Georgia won’t feel the need to be totally bitter... maybe.

“Maybe...” She answered him verbally after reading the last parts of the letter.  She’s not against hanging out with him, only if she doesn’t become a third wheel... 

[miss-clem-blog1]

@tsuyuza

A striking duo rests on Miss Clementine’s desk: a red carnation and sunflower, wrapped in ribbon and tied off with an elegant bow. “The red carnation is for admiration, I swear. LMAO.” the note reads, scribbled beside it what appeared to be a doodle of him and Maya holding ice-cream cones. “Thanks for always brightening my days here at the Academy. ♪ Let’s cook again soon! — Hinata”

What a lovely pair of flowers! And the bow... whoever put this together had a great eye for design. Maya grinned as she picked up the card, eager to discover which one of her wonderful students left it for her. The doodle revealed that answer almost immediately. So cute! She couldn’t wait to read the message that Hinata-- 

“Huh?!” Maya read over the first line twice, blinking just to make sure she wasn’t imagining the words. Nope. He definitely put that. To his teacher. 

“What else would it be for, you silly goose?” The words escaped her mouth, low and muttered. Maya resisted the urge to lift her palm and bring it to her forehead. Hinata was terrific kid. Open, popular... So for those reasons, she attempted to understand his, erm, confidence, when assuming what she might think the flowers symbolized. Sighing, she just tried to focus on the intention. The doodle was adorable and perfect to present on her desk... maybe a little coffee accident could fix the rest of the note...

[ofstarsandbooks-blog]

Sometime throughout the school day, Hinata had paused to drop off his flowers for Gale in the library, leaving them atop the desk with a letter attached. A purple iris waits for him alongside a yellow rose. It was otherwise entirely ordinary except for the dramatic red wax seal on the letter, stamped on like a royal insignia for an extra flair. The note read:

“An urgent message from the Princess!! TOP SECRET!

Kidding. It’s just me!! Thanks for making LARP club such a fun time, Mr. Alexander. I’m really glad to have you here as a teacher even if I’m not technically your student. You’re like a… lovable nerd friend, lmao! ♪ Let’s keep making more fun memories together, okay?! 

— Your bard, Hinata.”

⌜ ☆。.:*:  – This time around, the flowers he's seeing are not from an unknown person, but from a familiar student. Hinata is certainly part of the livelier group of students Gale has had the honor of teaching-- even if the only thing he has ever thought Hinata involves roleplay. Again, not the kinky kind. Being a lovable nerd friend doesn’t seem that bad of a title... but ‘lmao’ has always given him a different impression. Perhaps he’s spent too much time hanging around Neil? Gale can only sigh to that. ⌟

[queenvitch-blog]

✿ hinata ✿

@tsuyuza :

A purple iris rests atop a red carnation, wrapped in a black bow that was patterned with white stars. The attached note is written in an elegant calligraphy, thoughtfully penned, and just extra enough for his drama teacher. “For my favourite teacher!! Enjoy your flower fest. ★ — Hinata”

“Awww, aren’t you a darling.” Vivi twirled the flowers given to her by her favorite star and admired the scent of the thoughtful gift. Hinata is such a sweet boy, and one hell of a suck up for that note. The calligraphy was a nice touch. She expected nothing less from one of her drama kids. After all, the first and most important rule in her class is to be extra and Hinata was definitely acing it.

[rebelcase-blog]

✿ hinata ✿

@tsuyuza : 

On Neil’s desk awaits a literal bouquet of purple iris, clearly violating some kind of guidelines or regulations to the limit of five-per-flower, but who would Hinata be if he didn’t have a trick or two up his sleeve? ( … and maybe that trick involved stealing an entire bundle of purple iris and running. But hey! It was for a good cause. ) 

“FLOWERS FOR THE BEST TEACHER IN HA!!” the note exclaims in all capitals, sprawled in doodles of stars and guitars. “TRY AND SCORE SOME CUTE GIRLS THIS FLOWER FEST! I HEARD MISS CLEM IS AVAILABLE? LMAO. LOVE YA! — HINATA!!” … although understandably written in pen, the crossed out letters seem too deliberate to be an accident.

Neil certainly got an ego boost for being called the best teacher, but now Hinata was one of those pesky kids that kept teasing him about the pig. He stared at the flowers given to him and then back at the note, eyes squinting more and more as he read it again.

“That’s the problem: she’s available.” Neil muttered this under his breath and dumped the note in his trash bin. No one else needs to see that but him.

[im-at-your-service-blog]

The Confrontation || Vishnal & Hinata

A sunflower lays across the pillow of Vishnal’s bedding, mimicking the arrival method of a certain blue rose, given to Hinata only hours prior. The yellow, heart patterned ribbon has been brought into a perfect bow, tied by practiced hands and holding onto a note. The contents stay to the point: “I wish you knew how you’ve already given me that happiness. Thank you for making these days memorable. - Hinata”

Vishnal had admittedly been giving his roommate the silent treatment for...weeks now? It wasn’t the most mature thing to do, but then again, Vishnal had spent his entire life being mature and direct, and it had gotten him nothing but confusion and heartbreak.

But the flower - pure thoughts and adoration - paired with the note, meant that apparently waiting for Hinata to be the bigger man and come to him and explain himself wasn’t going to work. So, just like every other time in their short, tenuous friendship, Vishnal found himself making the first move. He waited, sitting on Hinata’s bed, staring at the floor for hours until Hinata entered the room, and then he looked up at him, the flower in hand.

“Just answer me a couple of questions, and all of this will be over,” he said surprisingly firmly and evenly before Hinata could speak or leave or any such thing. “One. What we did - the sex, the clothes, the words - do you just do that with everybody? And two, can you look me in the eye and tell me that it didn’t mean anything to you? Or at least...didn’t mean enough to you, compared to...to everybody else? To her? That I’m just...another trophy that you’re tired of now?”