#yukcri

[astralterminus]

[yukcri started following you]

The tune of a song his sister got stuck in his head was being lightly hummed as Roy exited his room, striding down the hall towards the stairs. A familiar shade of pink at the short table by the vending machine caught his eye.

"Oh, hey Takeba." Roy waved as he swung around to look at the options in the machine. They hadn't changed in months, but that didn't stop the redhead's cravings for fizzy drinks. "How's it going?"

[themagnusignis]

Wow first time I'm actually posting in like... fucking ever? Probably just been like 8 years, idk I just lurk here man. But I have to call out two people I know for possibly reactivating the RP brainworms in my head, how dare you both (affectionate). I might have updated old character profiles that've been hidden on the depths of this blog because of it-

[thuganomxcs]

━━   ❝   𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤.   ❞  Yusuke sets a plate filled with fried rice upon the table within the dorm’s living quarters. Junpei and the twins had promise they would have been his 𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗕𝗨𝗧 alas, they probably have other urgent plans that needed taking care of, which left good ol’ Yukari to be the taste tester. While Yusuke felt his cooking was average at best, it couldn’t be further from the truth. The flavor, presentation were all the works of a true aspiring chef. Not to mention with the big one gone he figured he’ll provide the team 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 needed for their operations.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 / @yukcri

[greatsealed]

@yukcri ❤'d!

❝ What's done is done, and nothing's gonna change. I should be moving on...but I still feel the same. ❞

[ochazos]

@yukcri said: “ we’re a team, aren’t we? teams stick together. even when the leader is being a jerk. ” / “𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀” - Accepting

He tilts his head, his dark hair falling a little bit more into his face. Well, she had a point. Still, he searched over his memory to find where he had been a jerk. Maybe it was the fact that he had been isolating himself again. When things got hard for him, it felt like the world moved too fast and he was frozen. Drifting in a current, totally helpless. He could hardly speak or engage with the world around him. He had not answered messages or responded to greetings. He had gone directly into his room after school. It had been a few days since he had spoken to a single person aside from out of obligation.

He couldn't do that anymore. He was the leader of their combat missions. At first, he expected her to scold him for his duties. Even as he tried to push her away, she said they would stick together. Even if she called him a jerk. He... had been a jerk, huh?

Honestly, this behavior had usually resulted in the adults around him getting fed up with him. He half expected his peers to do the same. For him to fade back into obscurity and fade into the background of the world again.

"Sorry." He says it quietly. He had been a bad leader and team mate. But he had also been a bad friend. He really wasn't good at being a person, was he? "I can't really explain it. But thank you for waking me up, Takeba."

From the waking coma he often slipped into. He didn't need to face things alone now that he had his team. But it had been so many years of being on his own. He was still learning...

[blazeoflife]

@yukcri sent :: ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’

He turned his head towards the Lovers, surprised to hear something so...nice to him. Junpei raised an eyebrow and then turned his head away, wondering why he felt bashful all of a sudden. "You think so? She keeps pushing me away every time I go and gives me a cold shoulder." Junpei explained, knowing full well that Chidori would smack him over and over to get him far away from her.

Then again, Junpei has a hard head and could never take 'no' for an answer for someone he wants to see and be with. "Huh--I was not expecting something sincere from you, Yuka-tan." Junpei smiled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Maybe I could get more of that from you for free? I'd love some advice on how you ladies work because you all are a confusing bunch of people."

[aragakiis]

@yukcri sent: blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

How he got roped into this—what he would call bullshit, was quite annoying to him. Shinjiro was adamant about not coming back to SEES, going on about how it was a bad idea, how he shouldn’t be using this power of his—and yet Akihiko was convincing enough when he mentioned that Ken was now with them—and Shinjiro, as always, felt responsible. There was something that was built from his guilt—wanting to watch over the kid, make sure that he was alright. Shinjiro couldn’t bring back the life he took that day, however, he could make sure another wasn’t lost for the time being.

That being said, he expected to keep everyone else at an arms length—detach himself from everyone so they didn’t get too upset when the inevitable happened to him. That proved to be difficult, however—they all tried much too hard to be nice to him and to garner his attention. It was annoying, but surely not as unwelcome as it used to be. He had grown fond of this group, much to his dismay.  Cooking for them, enjoying their company…he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so appreciated. It was strange.

He blinks when he feels a hand reach up to his jaw line; wiping blood from a wound caused from battle, gaze flicker downwards to look at Yukari, raising a brow.

“What are you doing?” His question is sharp, but not malicious in nature, gaze moving to the bloodied cloth in her hand after she had released the slight pressure from the wound. A huff leaves him, barely a chuckle. These people….They really cared too much, didn’t they?

“Shouldn’t you be looking after your own wounds?” Shinjiro questions her; craning his neck to one side then the other to stretch it out. “A small cut isn’t going to kill me, you know. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” It was appreciated, though that remained unsaid.

[revclver-jesus]

Slump. (kekekekeke)

Send 'slump' for your muse to fall asleep leaning against my muse.

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ And he was the one always on the verge of sleep. He hasn't known these students long. Introduced to them just this year as Ikutsuki's deeply strange assistant, only a little older than the seniors, with his clearly abnormal eyes and near eerie detachment. But fighting to survive together has a way of breaking down distrust. Something he knows very well, with his life experience.

The good doctor is going to kill them. This he already knows. Deranged fool, he never rests, he never learns. The second he saw the group all he could see was the faces of the ones he was tested with, and the ones after that. Nothing but fodder for some greater scheme. As they might as well be, for as much as their mortal bodies mattered. Another forgotten face in a mass grave. He doesn't feel anything. He--

A soft breath in, he feels a head of hair brush into his side and lay there, as if content not to move or flinch away from him. Confused by this, he glances down with a tensed brow that might have looked irritable if she saw it, only to make fluttering blinks. Oh.

Has she really grown that comfortable with him? On the bench in a waiting room with nothing to do but sit, when you're already tired from school, from fighting, he imagines the temptation to drift off to be strong. It just wasn't in his nature to deny rest without reason, a strange empathy for the need of it, so despite how he felt his shoulders tense at the touch he... doesn't disturb them. He resolves not to move.

If the others see her laying on him they're bound to make remarks, which the older party member will respond to with a raise of a single long and spindly finger to his lips. When she awakes on his arm, he won't say a word.