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[retiine]

two bros chilling less than 5 feet apart cause they’re bros

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[poisenous]

‘ and yes, i do love you. no matter what. i have always loved you. no matter what. ’

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       — the teenager should have been happy right ? over the moon with such a response to her sly , little inquiry ? it was what she wanted to hear after all , wasn’t it ? maybe. of course she adored the idea that fumiko cared for her & hearing those words regardless still made cool cheeks burn a shade of scarlet. but if she only meant it in the sense of their friendship would it be enough ? fumi was telling her , as her friend , she would always be there no matter what & that would count for something. the sole stable force in the 15 year old’s life , bomi wasn’t selfish enough to let that go overlooked. yet she still carried enough greed to harbour some disappointment. her gaze lowered as she nodded her head softly. “ mm , yeah , of course. ”

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           with blue skies and sunshine aplenty, today feels like the exemplar of summer break, featuring none other than the highly coveted trifecta of good weather, good food, & a good friend. children race by with cardboard planes and sand pails, and, perched atop the peak of the jungle gym, fumi especially looks like she’s ready to pose for a summer billboard or commercial -- a fat burger posed in hand as the cool breeze leisurely ruffles the shock of red across her shoulders. by contrast, yerin sits on her rung below without any special treats from mos burger today; she’s been trying to save up for a new backpack this fall so that means a more homemade lunches from now on ( she lies and says she’s on a diet instead ) .

         yet in spite of the lively conversation involving sky diving & motorbikes, her eyes stray too magnetized to fumi’s bun ( it’s been a while since she’s had a cheeseburger ). to her surprise, fumi notices the hamburger-hankering mid-sentence; yerin gives a sheepish laugh to be so shamefully discovered. her own humble lunch box of squid sundae and cabbage doesn’t seem to suit the sunny atmosphere half as well . . . more suited for snacking at the engawa or the beachside. so the offer’s tempting as a result, but . . . has fumi had sundae before?  not everyone’s a fan, and she’s honestly a bit skeptical of her own cooking with this particular dish ( had she known she would be sharing with fumi, she would have put in more effort this morning! ). yerin pauses slightly uncertain as consequence, honored by the proposal but not wanting to disappoint fumi. when it comes to cooking, she feels she has a certain reputation to uphold.

           ❝ . .  . are you sure? i’m not sure if this bunch is very good . . . i kind of made it in a hurry, ❞ she laughs with an alibi, turning a discerning gaze to the sausages. ❝ ah -- here, why don’t you try some first ? ❞ she picks up a pretty piece, holding the sliver of squid full of mushrooms & chives & pepper up to a prettier face. / / / @vanzator

[poisenous]

‘ he has a weakness. if i exploit it, maybe i can get information out of him. ’

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       — fumi was possibly the sole person on the planet who held the talent to cheer the young girl up on the days she was down. it was almost always effortless & the older of the pair always knew just what to do. there was a small restaurant down the street from their high school that bomi just adored & on this unfortunate & gloomy day , it’s where the two ended up --- although it came with little success. “ fumi , i think the waiter meant it when he said they were out of dumplings , i really don’t think he’s hiding any in the back. it’s fine , we can just go somewhere else. ” she whined. it took all the self restraint she had not to laugh at the other’s feigned seriousness on the matter.

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❝ ah, numbers, the letters of math. ❞ study session gone awry

           after hours & hours of attempting to stuff her memory with just one more formula, yerin’s reached her limit. equations and measurements have begun to swim together on the page and she isn’t sure how she’s going to survive tomorrow’s exam. but she’s still grateful for the company – laughing at fumi’s jokes and then half-scolding her for not taking the studying seriously manages to keep yerin going for a bit longer than usual. even when they’re surrounded by walls of endless tomes. there is one brief moment of reprieve when she does fall asleep after correcting her work, sent drifting and drooling … but fumi’s comment about the math alphabet quickly rouses her again, promptly shaking off yerin’s dreams of pies & cats in glasses.

           ❝ oop – ❞ she sits up briskly as if caught in class – then pulls off the post-it that had glued itself to her cheek. fumi’s sentence comes to her a few seconds late after the fog of sleep, but her reaction’s a mix of a laugh and a groan. ❝ a-h – fumi-chan …  ❞ she buries her face in her hands, palms rubbing her cheeks in hopes of stirring some life again. how her friend could still stay so energized after all this reading is a feat she’ll never be capable of – maybe she should have spent some time observing fumi’s studying techniques rather than sticking her own nose to the books the entire time. unlike yerin who has to constantly multi-task at the store to keep up with her studies, fumi never seems to have to worry much about academics – even surging ahead with their summer homework last year.

            she feels the urge to yawn again fuzzing over her last shred of willpower; she still has another chapter to get through before she can officially call it quits. yet realizing her fatigue and how she had spent most of the night slumping shoulders and dozing off, embarrassment and guilt come as the much-needed splash of water; she doubts this has been very much fun for fumi at all. ❝ sorry, fumi-chan, ❞ she speaks suddenly, smile rueful. ❝ i wanted this to be fun -- ❞ the possibilities and hopes still sit unspoken with the bevy of snacks she had laid out, but exhaustion had been the champion ❝  – but i didn’t get that much rest last night … i’ll make it up to you, i promise! ❞  

[conseille]

🎎 (u know i had to do it to ya)

( soft affection ❜ ⋮ not accepting

after scouring the colorful designs & expertly angling their way through the crowd, they magically manage to find their teacup from last year – still pink, still lovey, and still completely wrong for them. and even now, yerin could remember their conversation before the ride began … her joking about them picking the obvious couple one with the big hearts, and fumi running headlong with the gag as always – even ready to declare war against real lovers with the same pick. she merged victorious in the race, as expected, and they spun around blurred together for a happy minute. now with the same tinselly tune playing & the same smell of buttered popcorn, it really feels like just yesterday they were here on their valentine’s day date. 

but it’s been 365 days since then.

and sitting in the heart teacup with fumi again readying at the wheel, yerin sees the beginning of a pattern …  no, the end of it, as she has to make it. the tickets in her hand last week had already presaged the days that would come to pass if she just lets this continue. it’s been more than a year of being in love with her best friend, but it feels like more than a century of heartache. and she isn’t helping anyone with these feelings that at times render her hot & cold, afraid of revealing too much and afraid of being invisible. she had already decided this morning that today would be the last day, and tomorrow – tomorrow she’d try to change. 

but it’s difficult when fumi cozies up to her in the cup, squeezing close as her hands clutch the white plastic steer. ❝ fumi-chan, you’re squishing me, ❞ she laughs – yet for this second, she’ll let herself cherish the moment, cherish the way fumi’s red hair spills over her shoulder, the way her lips purse in determination. she wishes they could stay like this, having fun forever, with fumi never hurt, too . . and it’s that last thought that drives her to snip these strings, to free her friend more than herself. she smiles a little, taking the wheel too as their hands brush together.

when they go home tonight, she would leave behind the her that loved fumi like this. 

tomorrow, she’d greet her anew.

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💕💕 ლ(⌒▽⌒ლ)

(  harvest moon asks ❜ ⋮ accepting

  💕 - Heart Event! What kind of scenario would you like to seen between our muses 

oh damn so many cute things possible...maybe a beach event? i can see fumi cracking open a watermelon and yerin being in awe LOL. they can eat shaved ice, build sandcastles...yerin tries to make a nice beach portrait of fumi out of seaweed and shells but it looks horrible tbh and she has to scatter it before fumi can see. 

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#listen#the mundanity and countryside-feeling yerin exhibits is EXACTLY WHAT makes her interesting#go give a follow if ya wanna interact with more slice-of-life muggle charas#do you like the atmosphere and shit from Little Forest (both j & kdrama versions)??#what about Cooking with Dog??#or those miniature cooking vids????#mix up the feel and vibes and all that aesthetic shit in a damn bowl and you've got yerin#i wont spoil anything else you'll have to go read up on ur own!! 

i have to save this description because it’s so stunning.... the fact you called her a muggle...100% in harry potter verse yerin’s a normie boiling vegetables but like in a cauldron