#zantedeschiapraesul

[rakurai-yuuki]

//not me coming to the realization that my saniwa OC Saseki @zantedeschia-praesul has the same color scheme with Makoto ehek (brunette with green eyes ❤️)

they both like sweet stuff and tea and they're somewhat only child in the family (except Saseki still has parents), and they can kick ass >:]

maybe i can pitch in some kind of modern au with these two as cousins hehe :3c

[nxmelessfighter]

<< @zantedeschia-praesul

Hana takes a bite out of her karepan before taking a long sip of her zunda shake. Oh Saseki thinks she didn't know what that word means? Just because she has no experience doesn't mean she's clueless.

"I may have overheard Tsuru-san and Mitsutada and Hasebe talking in the lounge. I think they were drunk. Because otherwise I don't think Mitsutada would have said 'Kara-chan is so cute' five times in the same sentence."

Was this really any of her or even Saseki's business? No but Saseki was the reason Ookurikara and Mitsutada got together instead of mutually pining for the next three years.

However she is going to leave out everything else she heard in that conversation. Man those three had no filter when they were drunk. Not that Tsurumaru had one while sober.

[kinships]

Con't

The motion stirs Izayoi, making the saniwa let out a small groan and slowly opening her eyes, blinking once or twice to focus her vision before she sees who's awake. "Izumi-kun...?" Slowly she sits up, rubbing her eye with her free hand.

"You okay...? Y'need any medicine...?" Her voice is sleepy and soft. "How 'bout hungry?"

[anonpeggioredelmondo]

Calla

[captastrophe]

❛ just because I’m small doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass. ❜ (Kashuu -> Zangetsu im not sorry) @zantedeschia-praesul

YET ANOTHER ROUNDUP OF ASOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

“Small, huh?” Zangetsu rasped, his voice low and rough, dripping with amusement as he hefted his massive blade onto his shoulder. “Size don’t mean shit when you’ve got that kind of spark, kid.” He stepped closer, his towering form looming over Kashuu, though his grin suggested he was more intrigued than threatened. “You talk a big game for a fancy little blade. Wanna back it up, or you just here to throw out cute threats?”

He tilted his head, his golden eyes glinting with a mix of challenge and respect. “I like the attitude, though. Reminds me of someone else who’s all bark and plenty of bite.” His grin widened, a flash of teeth showing as he leaned in slightly. “So, go on, Kashuu. Show me what those kicks of yours can do. I ain’t the King—I don’t go easy on anyone, small or not.

@zantedeschia-praesul

[kowaindar0u]

[ with @zantedeschia-praesul ]

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...

Yuichi is cursing to himself as he frantically gathers his papers into his arms and scurries out of one of the common buildings on campus.

His roommate was still asleep, so he'd left considerably early this morning for his English class that didn't start for another hour and fifteen minutes. To kill the time, he'd just picked up a coffee and parked at a table in that building and worked on an assignment due later in the week.

But he had lost track of time and was now running late, and the thought of having to enter the classroom in front of everyone else already sat down has him actually jogging to get where he's trying to go.

Yuichi gets to the large building his class is in, and slows down-- but not nearly enough to avoid colliding with someone turning a corner.

He's so surprised that a not-quite-small yelp escapes him as he stumbles back a bit from the impact. He manages to remain on his feet, but when he finally gets a proper look at just who it is that he's run into, he thinks he might just actually drop dead right there.

Saseki. Harumasa Saseki, if he remembers right, from his required history class.

Handsome, pretty, so full of charisma and creativity, those bright green eyes, and the way he seems to be so kind yet go through without a worry in the world...

Of course, this is all just his impression from attempting to not watch him from the other side of the classroom, for 90 minutes three times a week.

Since their first day in that class, Yuichi has found himself so smitten with him, to the point of trying to avoid being on his radar at all just out of the sheer fear of being perceived or saying or doing something stupid or weird or embarrassing--

But this, oh god, this is mortifying. He's just slammed into Saseki, and he wants to apologize, ask if he's okay, but he's frozen, stuck in place while he feels his face and ears grow hot, panting just a little from both his dash to the building and his own rising stress.

"I..."

Oh for fuck's sake, Yuichi, say something!

"I... I was... just..."

[nxmelessfighter]

“obviously a lot of admiration there” THEY’RE IN LOVE FUCK OFF (Saseki, for some reason, being an aggressive wingman for Mitsu and Kara teehee 🤭)

@zantedeschia-praesul

"No one needs to know that!"

Because going out with one of the most popular guys on campus is going to bring him an obscene amount of unwanted attention. He'd prefer if it wasn't public information.

Though it was Saseki that had pushed them to finally confess in the first place (seriously, how did he manage to get the two in the same room alone without any of their nosy friends eavesdropping) so he'll give him some grace.

[nxmelessfighter]

<< @zantedeschia-praesul

"Who…?"

Ookurikara doesn't know who that woman is but whatever nonsense she's spouting is enough to set him off. Trying to use him for her fake story...

"Soushuu-san, she's obviously lying, right?" Hyuuga eyes the woman with suspicion, "The boss would never do such a thing. If she had truly been invited he would have sent the invitation out himself. And with that attitude… I highly doubt she was wanted here."

The more that woman goes on about her own self-importance the more Ookurikara wants to just ask her what the hell she's even talking about and end this ridiculous farce. But Sanchoumou beats him to that, fortunately.

Ookurikara wishes he could catch a break from it all. Between this and the last time he got dragged into some petty drama (involving one of Mitsutada's admirers being convinced that Ookurikara existing around him was somehow 'getting in her way') he's so done.

As he takes a sip from the mocktail Hyuuga had handed him-- what did he call it-- 'strawberry daiquiri' or something like that-- Ookurikara notices a familiar man approaching him.

Is this a sign that he should finally visit the studio he was looking into last week?

"Harumasa-san!" Hyuuga exclaims. Wait, does he know him? Well, maybe it would make sense to know a renown artist, Ookurikara just lives under a rock.