弱虫な炎.

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in which mun is in her final week of classes with finals fast approaching, BUT AYYY HIT THE LIKE BUTTON IF YOU WANT TO THREAD AND I'LL WRITE STARTERS? PLEASE, HE'S A NERD WHO WEARS BUNNY T-SHIRTS, LET'S BE FRIENDS

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(( tries to write an askbox starter but gets distracted by your autoplay o|-< ))

Jams to Infinite with you. Heck yeah.

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At the agreement, Furuya’s eyes lit up. That fuzzy warm feeling tickled his insides as he bounded happily down the stairs out into the bullpen. Suddenly he stopped and turned around to face the other male. “Do you want to join the baseball club?” He asked with hope in his eyes.

Maybe, just maybe, he could gain another friend, and possibly a teammate. At the very least, a friend. Friends were nice, Furuya decided. They ate lunch together, talked about fun things (like baseball) together and had a mutual respect for each other. He really enjoyed the nature of friends.

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Furuya was fast— unbelievably so, in fact, as they headed for who knows where. It wasn't as though this was a race or anything, right? It was hard to tell what had the guy so excited, but Imaizumi picked up his pace as well so as to not fall too far behind. It didn't take long for the two of them to end up at the bullpen, what with their legs and all ... But they were just playing catch, right? To come all the way to an actual bullpen ...

Was this guy serious about throwing?

Taken aback by the sudden turn, Imaizumi's brows furrowed momentarily. "Uhh ..." It was clear enough now that Furuya was certainly ... passionate about baseball. In fact, Imaizumi thought it was rather dim of him to have taken this long to realize it. But playing catch and going to actually join the team were completely separate matters. "I'm not ... much of a baseball player, really." Not by a long shot.

"But I take it you are?"

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Nodding eagerly, Furuya grabbed his mitt which was always by his side and impatiently fidgeted by the doorway. His eyes were saying “Hurry up, we don’t have much time.” There was no way that Furuya was going to let Imaizumi go now; he was his slave temporary catcher now.

"I will bring you lunch tomorrow." And that was a promise he was willing to keep if it meant having someone over home plate in the bullpen.

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Furuya was out of his seat in seconds, leaving Imaizumi without much of a say at this point on whether they were going or not—obviously, the decision had already been made for him, by the way Furuya was staring at him expectantly. 

The offer, on the other hand, was a nice enough gesture however. "Fine," he sighed, getting up out of his seat as well. "I'll hold you to that then." And with that, he trailed after the other boy out the door. It wasn't like they'd be staying out too long, right? Since they had class and all ...

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C-catch? Furuya was lit on fire right then and there; he stood up abruptly, his throwing arm aching for some release. “Imaizumi-kun, would you like to catch my balls for a little while?” he asked, his voice slightly squeaky with excitement and his face as animated as it could get.

A new team member gained. Inside his head, Furuya did a mini victory dance. Finally…finally he could pitch to someone; it had been days without a real person and a mitt; he was getting tired of throwing into the lonely net.

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"What?" The look in Furuya's eyes immediately did a complete 180, and Imaizumi was, admittedly, a bit taken aback but the sudden change—hadn't this guy been drowsy just minutes ago?

Did he really like baseball that much?

Imaizumi looked down momentarily at the half-eaten sandwich in his hands before he turned his head back up to add, "you mean right now?" Wasn't lunch going to end soon?

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"It’s nice to meet you, Imaizumi." He hadn’t remembered that name before either. "I’m Satoru. Satoru Furuya." He echoed the style of the cyclist’s response before sitting properly in the seat and watching him for a while, head tilted. He had to ask; every person he came across in this school deserved to hear this question.

"Do you play baseball?" Honestly it was the signal defining a new friendship (and a slave to catch his pitches of course). But even if somehow the male didn’t play baseball, he’d have to convince him otherwise. Besides, with Miyuki being Miyuki, he needed someone to catch his pitches.

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"Pleasure's mine." Satoru Furuya, huh. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite figure out why or from who ... Then again, there were probably loads of students at the academy whose name he'd heard in passing. Furuya must have been no different.

"Uh ..." Baseball? He was familiar enough with the rules, and he'd played a few times during PE, but ... "I guess I've played catch a few times here and there?" 

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Hair

"……..??!?"

WHY SO HAIR? HOW DO? BIKE? 

MAKISHIMA-SENPAI ….. HELP….

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☁ toshi m!a sunday !

Message me any of these!

A Chorus Line: You were thinking about your days back in middle school and grew painfully embarrassed—for the next hour, your face is red as a tomato!

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: You’ve been struck by inspiration! The next person you encounter gets to hear your long list of hopes, dreams, and aspirations.

The Phantom of the Opera: Your muse has developed an obsessive love for ____ (Anon chooses). Lasts for 2 hours.

Avenue Q: You’re feeling pretty shameless about it, so you make sure to tell the next five you see that you’re not wearing underwear today! You don’t necessarily have to prove it!

Les Misérables: Suddenly your muse feels very ….. miserable. It’s time to start a revolution. Rebel! Rebel! Rebel! Everything is justified for revolution. This lasts for 3 hours.

Grease: Maybe there’s something in the air, but you’ve decided you need a complete makeover! For the next five hours, not only has your appearance changed, but your attitude, as well!

Rocky Horror Picture Show: Suddenly you feel rather t-t-t-touchy. Casual comments will hurt your feelings, and the only cure is ___!

Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog: Your muse suddenly decides that making a blog is a great idea. Give the blog a title and write at least one blog entry. Do they keep it? (No need to make an actual blog.)

Muppets: Is this a joke to you? For the next 4 hours your muse has to use a hand puppet to talk to people. They even have to name it!

Hair: Whoah! Suddenly your hair seems out of control. If your muse has short hair, it grows to become very long! If they have long hair, it becomes short! This lasts for a full day.

High School Musical: Today you just can’t seem to get your head in the game… For the next half hour, you’ll be relaying your woes to inanimate objects.

Legally Blonde: For 3 hours, everything you own and touch turns pink… and you like it that way.

West Side Story: Never before had you noticed just how beautiful you are— not like this! For one hour you’re incredibly proud (vain, even) of your beauty, and your self-confidence has skyrocketed.

Springtime with Hitler: You’re feeling extremely melodramatic today, and instead of coming out the closet normally…You’ve come out dancing! For the rest of today you’ll be the most flamboyant person in Toshi!

PLAYBILL: Free magic!anon!

Special thanks to Reilly for suggesting this week’s theme and Coco who helped out with the meme! Got any other great ideas for Meme Sunday? Feel free to submit anything to our trusty inbox!

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The thought of food at this exact moment was not something he wanted to talk about; he felt sick already. “No, I’m not hungry.” That wasn’t completely true; he had a stomach ache and knew if any of his teammates saw him, they’d force so much food into his system. Furuya cringed at the thought.

Furuya stared at the other male; he seemed familiar but…he didn’t quite remember his name. Names and faces were hard to remember when all he did in class was snooze and doze off. 

"…What’s your name?" He asked casually, sitting upright now that his sleep was disturbed.

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Ah, well. If the other wasn't hungry then ... Imaizumi nodded, before digging in to his sandwich, half-wondering why he'd asked in the first place—it wasn't any of his business ...

He could feel the eyes gazing at him as he was eating, and for a moment, he wondered if he should speak up and ask if there was something on his face or something, but found he didn't need to as the other raised a question first. Setting his food down, he replied, "Shunsuke. Shunsuke Imaizumi." And quirking his brow, he continued to ask, "and yours?"

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Kick the Bucket, Talent

Kick the Bucket: Name two things on your “bucket list.”

1. Ride through all the EuroVelo routes.2. Watch the sunrise at a beach by himself.

Talent: Do you have any strange talents or skills you’ve learned but never really had a use for?

He’s gotten really good at memorizing lyrics for whatever reason … so, uh, you may or may not hear him mumbling “hime hime” in his sleep at some point …

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Sing It! (go look-alike go)

Sing It: What’s a song or song genre that you like but don’t often tell people you do?

Imaizumi has been, uh, gradually finding himself humming … anime OP/EDs … more often ... yeah.

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Make 'Em Confess! [Questions Meme]

Blush: What's something embarrassing you've done in front of a crush or someone you were trying to impress?

Boo!: What startles you?

Oops!: What's something embarrassing you've done in public?

Gone: Ever thought of running away? If you did, where would you go?

Lie to Me: What's a time you've lied?

Broken: What's been your lowest point?

Wings: What's a fantasy or wish of yours?

Kick the Bucket: Name two things on your "bucket list."

Talent: Do you have any strange talents or skills you've learned but never really had a use for?

Sing It!: What's a song or song genre that you like but don't often tell people you do?

Red Handed: What's one of your guilty pleasures?

Psych!: How gullible are you? Have you ever been pranked or playfully fooled?

Scared?: What's an irrational fear or phobia of yours?

Scarred: What's a part of or about you that you're insecure about?

Squirm: What's a topic that always makes you feel awkward when it gets brought up?

Mirror Mirror: How have other people admitted to seeing you? What impression do others say that they have about you or when they first met you?

Story Time: Tell a story about something you did or something that has happened to you within the last 24 hours.

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くるくる // Imaizumi

The clicking catches his attention. It’s familiar, but a bit uneven; though El doesn’t know much about bikes, the whirring and whizzing doesn’t sound as he believes it should.

"Is something wrong with your bicycle?"

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Damn.

Right as he was hitting his third lap around the city, the chain to his bike had fallen off somehow. Without a cycling machine in his room anymore, seeing as how he lived in an apartment now, he'd been putting in more hours actually on his bike ... but he'd never imagined this would happen at a time like this.

It's not until he's nearing the entrance to Chicory Apartment that he passes a figure. It wasn't all too surprising, considering the hour, but he raises a brow and replies, "uh ... Yeah."

Though anyone should've been able to tell that much just by looking at it, right?

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Dazed for a moment, he sat back up, giving up on his nap. He didn’t really care about his bed hair all that much. But he still kept the blanket around him as he started at the stranger.

"…" He stared for a moment longer until a thought came into his head.

"Did you want to sleep here too?" He asked, pointing to the spot next to him. "I’m sorry, I don’t have a blanket to lend you." Furuya’s face was as stoic as always, not quite understanding why they were having a stare down. Is he angry?

He reminded Furuya of another friend of his who always looked angry even though he wasn’t. Maybe this guy was the same.

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Imaizumi didn't know whether to be annoyed or concerned about how the guy seemed to lack a response every time he opened his mouth. But, well, Imaizumi preferred being in quiet environments anyways. He supposed this was more preferable than if the other had been a rather boisterous fellow.

"No, it's ... It's fine," he replied, taking a seat in the free spot beside the aloof classmate he'd never even realied he'd had until today. Whatever; he'd just take his seat back later. Unwrapping the sub sandwich he'd brought for lunch, he was about to dig in when he noticed—

"You're not eating?"

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Opening his eyes slightly, he stared up at the stranger who disturbed his resting place. He didn’t speak for a moment; only stared and assessed the situation. Then, his mouth opened.

"…"

And nothing came out; he was way too tired to even speak. It wasn’t even class time, what was this guy doing here? He stared long and hard, eyes squinting.

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Wow.

Did this guy have some kinda problem? Imaizumi figured he'd get some sort of explanation here as the figure stirred and their eyes met, but in the end, all he was met with was silence. Well then.

Honestly, Imaizumi wasn't interested in starting a staring contest with the guy. He had food to eat, last minute homework to do, or what have you— other, y'know, productive things to finish during lunch. But he didn't like the look this guy was giving him, squinting at him like this ... 

So he held his ground, choosing instead to cross his arms and raise a brow. "Well?"