You, who befoul our beloved Earth

AU! En Yufuin affiliated with RTRP

[ym-yma]

[theflashingprince-blog]

It's a pain || Open

En sighed. It was hard to find the motivation to get anything done nowadays. Yumoto's presence in his apartment had certainly livened things up for him, but it hadn't changed much about how he felt about life in Bellevue. Part of him still wondered if he would be better off back in Binan, with his family and Atsushi.

As En walked down the seemingly quiet street, he ran his fingers through his hair. What was he even doing here? He was receiving an education for a career he hadn't even chosen. He was like chikuwabu, an unknown lifeform with seemingly no purpose. En's internal existential crisis was interrupted by a sudden collision with another person, proving in fact that he did exist.

"Sorry." Muttered En. He hadn't seen the person in front of him, making the crash his fault. He then noticed something small and rectangular on the ground close to the other person. It was his wallet. "Ah, could you pick that up for me please?" Bending over to pick it up would be too much of a pain.

[theflashingprince-blog]

An Intersection of Calm Winds || En and Komui

[friendlyneighbourhoodscientist]

theflashingprince:

En enjoyed watching the other man process his little spiel. So much of the other’s reactions were similar, if not identical to Atsushi’s. It made En feel nostalgic and if he closed his eyes as the other replied, he could see Atsushi beside him, walking up the long stairs to their high school. The fact that En didn’t trip as he continued up the stairs with his eyes closed spoke a lot to the frequency that he climbed them. Every day, with Atsushi beside him, he had made what felt like a long trek upwards. But those days are long gone, he reminded himself.

Despite having his eyes closed and his mind on his friend, En still managed to keep track of what the other said. Contact lenses were a pain in the ass and it seemed like the other understood it too. They were as much of a pain as setting up dominos only to knock them down or those weird male cheer squads.

Then again, the other was probably, like him biased towards glasses. Since the other was currently wearing glasses, they had probably been offered the chance to use contact lenses but chose not to. As the other had just said, contact lenses were irritating and just an all around pain. Atsushi probably would have argued for contact lenses despite not wearing them himself, nagged his mind. But this man isn’t Atsushi, En told himself.   

When the other man mentioned the frames, En’s mind immediately went to Rui Megawa and the whole ‘cute kouhai’ incident. It was probably the only time he had ever seen Yumoto act so… proper. Now that Yumoto was living with him, he was if anything, farther away from the proper Yumoto from that day. If Yumoto ever caught a cold again, En would give him some glasses and pray for polite and proper Yumoto to reappear.

“I guess you’re right,” he muttered, picturing Yumoto with the oversized glasses he had worn during that strange event. “Although sometimes, the end result is cuter than what you’d expect.”

For a random conversation with a person he hadn’t met until that very moment, it was surprisingly going very well and he had to admit it was actually preferable to traditional small talk about the weather. It would almost be a pity for the strange encounter to end once they reached the top of the stairs.

Komui considered the next comment a moment before he chuckled, a few memories of individual’s wearing glasses and coming across as adorable coming to mind. Not that he particularly analysed all people who wore glasses, but he wondered for a moment if some people tended to look adorable while others looked ridiculous or if it was just a matter of perspective…

“You have a point there, glasses certainly give some people an adorable quality that you may not have expected until seeing it for yourself.”

There was of course one other thing that glasses tended to do for many people that contact lenses couldn’t, not only because most of the time unless someone mentioned they were wearing them no one was any the wiser but because knowing someone was wearing contact lenses just didn’t give the same impression as seeing someone wearing glasses.

Turning to his companion somewhat excitedly, he brought up what he had in mind to hear the other male’s take.

“Say, don’t you think that glasses tend to make you feel that the person wearing them is rather smart or intelligently strong, regardless of whether they come across as cute, distinguished or goofy?”

[theflashingprince-blog]

En took some pleasure in seeing how well the conversation was going. It had been a long time since he had last had a meaningful meaningless conversation with someone. It was interesting to talk about something so mundane as glasses and analyze them to the point that the conversation became philosophical rather than practical.

Seeing the other's amusement at his comment made the corners of En's mouth turn upwards. People wearing glasses weren't often thought of as adorable. It was nice to see that the other was open-minded enough to consider his suggestion and agree with it. It took a certain kind of person to see past the accepted norm and be open to any possible interpretation.

Seeing the other turn to him with excitement piqued En's curiosity. The other had clearly thought of something to add to the conversation. Upon hearing what the other had to say, En nodded enthusiastically.

"You're right," he agreed, thinking once again of Atsushi. "Wearing glasses seems to promote the idea of being intelligent no matter how distinguished you look while wearing them."

Leaning towards the other, En added. "Have you ever noticed that in the media - whether it's books, television, animated shows or movies - if someone's wearing glasses, they're the smart one of the group?"

[veroptivus-blog]

theflashingprince:

En sighed as he entered the bus. Normally he wouldn’t be heading home at such a late time, but the horrible day he had experienced had left him stranded far from his apartment. Since it was too far of a distance to walk, he had decided to take the city bus, which he rarely used. Waiting for the bus to arrive had been a pain, as since it was the late evening, fewer buses were operating than during the day. But eventually, a near empty bus had arrived.

As En boarded the bus, the only thing on his mind was sleep. On autopilot, he headed towards the back of the bus - where one could usually nap in peace - and plopped into the seat next to another tired individual. Just as his eyes were about to close, the words that the person muttered next to him woke him up.

“It’s a shame they don’t have them here in Bellevue,” sighed En. If there was one thing he missed about back home, it was the Kurotama bath. “Hot springs help maintain bodily hygiene as well as relax the mind. You can’t really stretch in the bath at home and there’s that satisfying feeling of being the first one in the bath. The water is so warm and relaxing…” En trailed off, thoughts going to the Kurotama bath. “It’s the perfect activity after a long day.”

     The sound of another person’s voice made Yuuri’s eyes snap open; he truly hadn’t been as observant as he thought he was, clearly, though he was glad that the voice joining his own happened to agree with his sentiments and situation. It seemed that they had the same thoughts on the situation, and if anything were to make Yuuri a more open person (barring the consumption of sixteen flutes of champagne), it was an agreement like this one.

     “My family runs a hot spring back in Japan,” living in Detroit for so many years had made Yuuri fluent in English, so that was the language that he spoke in, understanding that a majority of the residents here spoke it as well.

     “We have the last one in my hometown. I think that’s why people appreciate it so much. If we had one here, especially during winter, I don’t think a day would go by where it wouldn’t be overcrowded. The holiday season is stressful for all of us…”

[theflashingprince-blog]

En was a bit surprised to hear that the other's family owned a hot spring. It wasn't exactly a common profession, but it was certainly an admirable one. The maintenance of a hot spring was no joke, if Yumoto's brother Gora was anything to go by. The guy worked all day to keep the hot springs clean, although the chopping of wood for warmth was questionable - especially since it was advertised as a natural hot springs. Either way, a lot of work was put into running a hot spring.

"Oh, really?" En asked, more intrigued by the conversation than before. "I'm also from Japan," he revealed, although the shared enjoyment of hot springs had likely given it away. "I'm Yufuin En," he stated plainly.

"My city also only had one hot spring. Although it was run by an underclassman and his older brother - their parents were apparently on a hot springs tour," he added with scepticism. He had always thought that fifteen years was far too long for a hot springs tour but the alternative was a little too gruesome to voice. "It's not very crowded though; which is nice for having a relaxing bath, but bad for business. It's great that the people in your hometown appreciate hot springs."

[battleprincescarlet-blog]

Father and son | En & Yumoto

[battleprincescarlet-blog]

theflashingprince:

En was unsurprised by Yumoto’s reaction. He and Gora were definitely the type of brothers close enough to sleep in the same room. Hell, considering Yumoto, he wouldn’t be surprised if they slept in the same bed at some point. En froze. Wait, now that Yumoto was living with him, did that mean that Yumoto would start treating him like he did Gora? 

Treating him like Gora… Images flashed through En’s mind of Gora cuddling Yumoto. Would he have to do it? He shook his head. Surely Yumoto wouldn’t expect him to do all the things that Gora did. Although he wouldn’t be surprised if the other climbed into his bed on a cold night.

Watching Yumoto drag off his two abnormally large suitcases to his room, En felt a bit of pity for Yumoto. In the end, he was nothing more than a boy in a new country, away from most of his friends and family. But then again, En had been in that position just a while ago. Now that the two of them were here together, maybe it could give En a bit of joy, having someone from back home to understand him. Then again, that someone was Yumoto, so maybe he was back at square one.

After a decent amount of time had passed, En finally finished a large batch of curry. It wasn’t exactly Atsushi quality, but it was decent. “Yumoto, dinner’s ready!”

He sat up as fast as lightning when he heard the word dinner. Yumoto was starving, and wanted to eat as fast as possible. The boy had been rolling around in the mess he created on the floor, after having given up trying to unpack everything. He had simply brought too much to Bellevue, and the room En-chan-senpai gave him wasn’t nearly enough for all of his stuff. If Yumoto needed to find anything, he could probably find it quickly in the pile.

“I’m coming!” he yelled as he started running from the floor. With only socks on, he slipped a bit on the wooden floor, but he just continued on. At this point, Yumoto’s stomach was controlling him more than his brain. Not that his brain was often in use.

Yumoto turned sharply into the kitchen, excited to eat. Remembering what Ryuu-chan-senpai sent him, he asked, “What’s for dinner, dad?” It was a bit weird calling En-chan-senpai dad, especially since Yumoto couldn’t remember his actual dad, but at the same time it was so funny.

Unfortunately, the blond had been focusing too much on how funny it was calling En-chan-senpai dad and not enough on decelerating; he ran into En-chan-senpai at full speed.

[theflashingprince-blog]

En only had to wait a few seconds for Yumoto's reply. If there was one thing that always got him moving, it was food. To be honest, En had to admit he was a bit similar in a way. It was true that if you needed him to do something, all you had to do was offer En some onsen manjuu and he would do it immediately. The play they had once done in school was more than enough evidence of his willingness to do anything for some manjuu.

As Yumoto's sliding footsteps echoed through the apartment, En sighed. Yumoto was like an overexcited puppy, how was he supposed to keep up? He shook his head. He would have to buy Yumoto one of those child leashes. That way if the other went running, he would at least be pulling En along. That way En wouldn't have to put much effort in keeping up with Yumoto. Yes, that sounded like a good idea.

Unfortunately, his digression had distracted him from the incoming missile that was Yumoto Hakone. He barely had a few seconds to process the oncoming blur before it crashed into him at full speed. En was knocked to the ground from the collision, his back hitting the floor first.

He groaned. "Seriously, Yumoto?" His head hurt but Yumoto's last words echoed through his brain. "Dad?" He repeated in disbelief, his mind freezing in shock. It was unlikely that he would be getting up from the floor anytime soon.

[j2tyle-blog]

@theflashingprince​

“Stop!”

“It’s JJ Time!”

A loud voice rose above all the others. Actually it was just the two of them there there was no need to yell. The man introduced himself like that anyway, though, and crossed his arms over one another making both of his hands into ‘J’ symbols. You know in case the boy he was introducing himself to did not hear the two letters of his name.

“Hello young man!” JJ was only eighteen, not much older than the teen in front of him. However, the way he carried himself made it seem otherwise, or maybe he was just assuming again. “You’re very beautiful, just like a prince. Not that I’m threatened, because I’m the king.”

He winked at that, which meant something. It was kind of hard to tell, what the man meant to convey. He was a little inside of his own head. Perhaps if he felt generous he would let the other have a peek. “I just thought, you have a good face. Would you like to try being a front man in my band one night? I mean singing is important too, but a lot of music is looking cool! You got me?”

[theflashingprince-blog]

En was standing still, too tired to think about what he was supposed to be doing at the time when a loud voice caught his attention. Turning to the man in front of him, all he could do was stare, slack-jawed at them. He had never seen someone so... Confident? Self-centered? Shameless? Shaking his head, En cleared the small amount of awe from his mind.

It was immediately replaced by confusion from what the man - JJ, if his strange introduction was correct - said next. En had never been complimented on his looks before; in fact, it was usually the opposite. He was often told that he looked mature for his age, to the point that his clubmates teased him about it. They knew that it was a sore spot, but they enjoyed doing it nonetheless. Being called a prince only helped to confuse En more. A prince of what? Laziness? And why did the JJ call himself a king? En almost wanted to write it off as ego, but he felt like there was something more.

The offer that the other made completely floored En. Being a front man in a band? The other didn't even know if he could sing but JJ had offered him the position based on the fact that he looked cool. Reflecting on it for a moment, En sighed. "You're not wrong. If the band or singer doesn't have the right image to fit the music, they could flop - no matter how good their music is. And looks alone can help people to overlook some mistakes of the actual technical skills involved in singing." As for whether En looked cool enough to be the front man in a band or not, well that was up for debate.

[theflashingprince-blog]

💚

New Year's Kiss || Still accepting

En wasn't quite sure how he had ended up spending New Year's Eve with Viktor Nikiforov of all people. He hadn't been familiar with the award winning skater until a group outing in the winter and even then, he wouldn't dare call him an acquaintance, much less consider the chance that he would spend New Year with him. But somehow -likely through a bit of alcohol and well, Viktor himself - they had ended up staring at the countdown together. As the countdown hit zero, En found himself staring at Viktor, expecting the Russian to initiate a hug or something along those lines. But when the other stood still, En sighed. It was a custom to greet the New Year with a kiss, despite how bothersome that idea seemed to him.

Bending down and taking Viktor's hand in his own, he brought it to his lips. "Happy New Year," he declared before softly kissing Viktor's hand - a gesture that he knew the overdramatic Russian would enjoy.

[kindxofxsoldier-deactivated2017]

It’s a tradition to bring in the New Year with a kiss, send one of these for my muse to kiss yours at midnight

❤️ = Kiss on the lips

💛  = Kiss on the nose

💜 = Kiss on the cheek

💙 = Kiss on the forehead

💚 = Kiss on the hand

[theflashingprince-blog]

"I just want to make someone else have a good Christmas."

Christmas Starter Sentences || Not accepting

En stared at Kougyoku. Was she serious? His own quick analysis said yes. He sighed. He understood the sentiment, despite not having the same motivation to complete it. However, there was at least something he could try to explain to Kougyoku as to why he didn't share her idea.

"You can't make someone else have a good Christmas," started En. "If they want to hate Christmas chances are, no matter what you do, they'll hate Christmas. You can do everything you can so that they enjoy it, and maybe they do, but sometimes they'll be miserable just because they're thinking about how they hate Christmas." En gave a small smile. "You should worry about enjoying Christmas rather than about someone else enjoying Christmas."

[theflashingprince-blog]

"This is the ugliest sweater I've ever worn... I love it!"

Christmas Starter Sentences || Not accepting

"Are you serious?" Deadpanned En. He had been given that sweater a while ago and he had decided to regift it because he wasn't into oversized, tacky knitted sweaters. It felt too much like a present a stalker would give. He could have given it to Yumoto, but he was already wearing the oversized sweater he had gotten for Christmas last year.

He hadn't really thought someone like Hikaru would enjoy the gift, much less love it. Then again, he did seem to be someone who was a little less used to homemade gifts rather than ones bought in a shop. "I guess it's a good thing I gave you it then," he muttered.

[theflashingprince-blog]

"SANTA CLAUS IS ON FIRE!!"

Christmas Starter Sentences || Still accepting

"Are you serious?" Deadpanned En. Why was it that every time he began to relax did something have to interrupt his nap? Glancing over, he saw that the mall Santa, like Mika had said, was indeed on fire. Instead of staring and wondering how this happened like most people would have, En grabbed the nearby fire extinguisher and used it on the fiery Santa.

"Now he's not on fire." Stated En calmly, sitting back down on the bench as he ignored the blatant stares of a crowd of bystanders. He quickly leaned back and closed his eyes, ready to return to his nap.

[theflashingprince-blog]

"What are you doing? Get down from there before you tangle yourself in the lights!"

Christmas Starter Sentences || Still accepting

Out of all the people to be spending Christmas with, En had chosen the one guy in all of Bellevue who was taller than him. To be fair, it wasn't like it had been planned. But then again, when did En ever plan out anything? That was why he was currently stringing up the lights on the Christmas tree in Midorima's apartment. Of course, what he hadn't noticed when he had started was the Christmas tree was quite tall, taller than most Christmas trees. Therefore, he was leaning as he stood on the stepladder, trying to reach the top of the tree to finish stringing up the lights.

"I'm stringing up the lights," replied En dryly. Midorima wasn't usually one to ask questions with obvious answers. He paused. "I think it's more likely that I'll fall off the stepladder than tangle myself in the rest of the lights." Standing on his tippy toes, he managed to finish hanging the lights. "Can you hand me the star?" En extended his hand to Midorima; he was already up here anyways, he might as well place the star on the top of the tree.

[theflashingprince-blog]

Christmas ||Starter Sentences||

"Oh, my gosh, it's snowing!"

"Don't hang that there! Are you crazy?!"

"It's Christmas, don't be so down. Have fun!"

"Are you sure you have enough to buy that for him/her? It is pretty expensive, and you don't get your next paycheck til the week after Christmas."

"Care for a little bit of Christmas songs? No? Well, too bad!"

"Okay, who spiked the eggnog?!"

"Please don't act crazy like you did last Christmas... that was a disaster."

"Hey, in my defense, I had too much sugar, alright?!"

"What are you doing? Get down from there before you tangle yourself in the lights!"

"SANTA CLAUS IS ON FIRE!!"

"Maybe having an inflatable snowman next to our spiked fence wasn't such a good idea."

"We're out of cookies, but do you think Santa will settle for a salad?"

"No, no, no, you're supposed to put the lights on BEFORE the ornaments!"

"I did the star last time, it's your turn now."

"Your present's going to be a bit late... 9 months late, so to speak."

"Worst. Christmas. EVER."

"Y'know how you get a bit crazy on Christmas Eve? Yeah, don't do that this year."

"This is the best Christmas I've ever had in my entire life.."

"You missed the present-opening!"

"Time to open up the gifts!"

"You know what would be a great way to end this night? You and me, our clothes on the bedroom floor... get what I'm hinting at?"

"This is the ugliest sweater I've ever worn... I love it!"

"I just want to make someone else have a good Christmas."

"We can't really afford anything good this Christmas..."

"No, you're dressing up as Santa this year for the kids."

[dixtiarum-blog]

Take me to the Coffee || En and Hikaru

@theflashingprince liked for a starter

To be honest, the main reason that Hikaru had left to come to this silly festival was for the coffee. Why else would he need to spend his time here but to find out if this festival could offer him one of the best commoners coffee here in the town of Bellevue.

Mind you, he did like the coffee that was offered at the Grindhouse, but it wasn’t the same as the instant coffee that he was used to. And true, he could always go and make his own coffee, but where was the joy in that. He needed to find the best coffee for him that his lazy butt doesn’t have to make.

And it was here at this festival that he was going to find it. He just hoped it wasn’t the same coffee that was offered at the Grindhouse, otherwise this trip to the Castle would have been pointless. At this point, though, he didn’t know where to start. How did he maneuver around this giant crowd. He needed help. He knew that instantly, and his eyes began to scan the horizon to see who he could reel in who to help.

There was a guy who was either alone or waiting. No, he was definitely just alone. Taking this chance, Hikaru approached the man. “I need you to help me to find some coffee here.”

[theflashingprince-blog]

En stood alone, observing the giant crowd from a distance. He had shown up early to check out the festival and had managed to check out most of the booths before the crowd showed up. A lot of the booths had focused on food or drinks, so he managed to eat both breakfast and lunch at the festival. Both meals had been fulfilling and quite tasty as well. Maybe if there weren't any crowds, En would have considered returning another day to eat at some of the other booths. However, the sheer amount of people that were at the festival made it a pain to navigate.

Clutching his bag a little bit closer to his chest, En weaved through the crowd. In his bag was some mementos from the other booths that he wanted to give Yumoto as a Christmas present. He finally managed to make it out of the crowd. Turning back around, En stared at the massive horde of people. He couldn't believe he had managed to find his way back to the entrance through that mass. En was about to turn around and leave when he was approached by another.

"You want me to help you find some coffee?" Asked En incredulously. He sighed. The only place where he had coffee was at the booth where he had eaten breakfast, which was more or less on the other side of the festival grounds. What a pain in the ass. "I know a place," started En. "There's this booth called 'Coffee Life' that's pretty good, but it's on the other side of the grounds." He hoped the other man would leave him alone or at the most, just ask for directions. En wasn't exactly in the mood to play tour guide.

[rinsetsuka]

.:☆*:Merry Christmas! 彡☆  CG ☆ ～(‘▽^人)

From boueibu game~

[theflashingprince-blog]

"I don't care what I become."

Puella Magi Madoka Magica Sentence Starters || Not accepting

“I do!” Exclaimed En, grabbing Midorima’s arm. “I don’t want to see you become like that,” he spoke, more solemn as he nodded at the witch that was farther away. They were currently hiding, En decked out in his ‘Flashing Prince’ outfit with Midorima by his side, eager to make a contract and help. En sighed. Midorima was stubborn. It would take more than just voicing his concerns to convince him. “I know you’ve thought about it, probably for longer than I have, but I have no plans on watching you become a witch.” Midorima still seemed unconvinced. En hesitated. He knew what he had to do, he just wished that it didn’t have to come to this.

Turning to the wombat beside him, he gave a small, sad smile. “I know what my wish is now. I wish that Midorima cannot make a contract and become a magical boy.” The wombat nodded. It may have been overly drastic, but at least he knew that Midorima would never become a witch.

Turning back to Midorima, En gave him a sad smile. “There’s no reason for both of us to die here anyways,” he spoke, taking out his Love Stick - groaning internally at the name. If only the wombat had better naming skills. Staring into Midorima’s eyes for what he was fairly certain would be the last time, he memorized every last detail in the other’s piercing emerald eyes. “Cerulean Love Aqua,” he declared as water shot out of the stick, creating a barrier that separated the two. “I’m sorry.” He whispered as the water barrier spread, trapping both En and the witch inside. En turned around, away from the nearly transparent water where he could still see Midorima and towards the witch. He would have to win this fight, even if would be the last thing he would ever do.

[theflashingprince-blog]

"This isn't supposed to be fun."

Puella Magi Madoka Magica Sentence Starters || Not accepting

En sighed. Midorima had caught him in the middle of a fight and had decided to tag along for some reason that he hadn’t bothered to explain. En had been in a lazy mood - as usual - but the realization that Midorima might have to pay for his mistakes had caused him to pay more attention to the fight. Now he was firing beams at the Chikuwabu witch with a newfound vigour, to the point that Midorima had noticed his newfound enthusiasm for fighting.

En shrugged. “The faster the fight is, the less bothersome it is.” He didn’t exactly take pleasure in defeating witches and the motivation to fight them was usually hard to find, but he couldn’t deny that he wanted the fight to be over as soon as possible. Besides, the faster the battle, the less time he would have to wear his ‘magical boy’ outfit. A small twang of pain reminded En of the other reason as to why he wanted to hurry up.

The gash on his leg was bleeding heavily, but thanks to the dulled sensations of pain that came with being a magical boy, he barely felt it. The wombat had once explained how the wounds would be healed due to the placebo effect, but the fact that his wounds would be healed by something that was all in his mind only served to make En more skeptical of his initial choice of becoming a magical boy. He used to take hits plenty of times in the beginning, but now that he was used to his powers, he rarely took damage. He had been distracted by Midorima’s appearance when the witch took the opportunity to score a hit on him. Now he would just have to pay it forward.

“Time for this fight to stop being such a pain in the ass.”