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[senpai dearest]

████████ IN THIS ( SHAKEN ) TWISTED WORLD ⋮ I BECOME `✤ T R A N S P A R E N T
xoxoxoUNABLE TO BE SEEN xoxoxo PLEASE DON'T LOOK FOR ME xoxoxo PLEASE DON'T STARE AT ME xoxoxo I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU
xoxoxoUNABLE TO BE SEEN xoxoxo PLEASE DON'T LOOK FOR ME xoxoxo PLEASE DON'T STARE AT ME xoxoxo I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU
xoxoxoUNABLE TO BE SEEN xoxoxo PLEASE DON'T LOOK FOR ME xoxoxo PLEASE DON'T STARE AT ME xoxoxo I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU
xoxoxoUNABLE TO BE SEEN xoxoxo PLEASE DON'T LOOK FOR ME xoxoxo PLEASE DON'T STARE AT ME xoxoxo I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU
xoxoxoxoxox↳ ☢ inside a world ✘that came out of someone's⊱✖imagination
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xxx xxx xii❛ ░█ : !w/ maki, eiji, kureno, tsukiko. xxxviii ❛ ░█ : !@ west wing hallway, 1st floor. xxxviii ❛ ░█ : !feeling content. xxxviii ❛ ░█ : !wearing formal clothes.
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The soft crunch of the grassy field beneath his feet, air escaping his soft lip in ragged breaths, sweat dripping in small droplets along his forehead. Every movement was calculated, every quick step taken with caution as he examined his environment. Kohaku's heart beated furiously, almost in perfect rhythm with his steps as he ran across the field to the enemy goalpost. He was in the zone, and when Kohaku was in the zone, all that mattered was getting the ball into the net. Swiftly making his way past the midfield, Kohaku swerved around the defensive line and their somewhat miserable attempts at trying to steal the ball. "Heh, you'll have to do better than that..." he muttered as he dribbled the soccer ball past them. Only a few feet away from the goal line, Kohaku carefully watched the movement of the goalie before making his move. He had left the upper right corner vulnerable and as Haku moved leftward with the ball, the goalie foolishly followed him. Finding an opportunity in the goalies distraction, Haku quickly centered himself and with one fell swoop, kicked the ball in a perfect arc into the upper right corner of the goalies net.

Cheers erupted from some of the girls who had been watching from the sidelines; a few were there for their boyfriends, while most of them were there to watch Kohaku. He sent the cheering girls his classic smile that had many of them squealing in delight, though he ignored them for the most part. Making his way toward his teammates, he finished up the practice and sent them on their way. After showering in the locker room and getting changed into his uniform, Kohaku made his way back home.

After a train ride and 10 minute walk, Kohaku arrived at his apartment, which sat a floor above the cafe his mother owned. Unlocking the door, he took note of the silent atmosphere and the darkness of the apartment. His mother was probably still at work, though Kohaku had been quite accustomed to this by now. Taking off his shoes and making his way inside, Kohaku slumped onto the couch. His exhaustion from the long day finally catching up to him. As he closed his eyes and let them rest for a moment, a cool tickling sensation ran along his nose. Maru licked his owner's nose and a slight laugh escaped Kohaku's lips. Peeking open his eyes, he looked over at the small tabby with a playful smile. Getting up from the couch, Kohaku picked up Maru, nestling the small cat in the crook of his arm. Softly scratching Maru under his chin, the tabby cat purred in satisfaction, bringing a smile to the degenerate's lips. "You must be hungry Maru. Kaa-san probably forgot to feed you..." Almost as if understanding his words, the cat mewed in agreement.

Setting Maru down onto the floor, Kohaku entered the kitchen. From one of the higher cabinets, he pulled out a can of cat food. As he worked on opening it, Maru trailed in circles around his legs. After successfully opening the can, Kohaku emptied the contents into the cat's food bowl and watched as Maru quickly devoured his meal. Feeling a vibration erupt from his pocket, Kohaku pulled his phone out and viewed the reminder that flashed on the screen.




Kohaku sighed, genuinely regretting his choice to join the others for the party. While he had agreed to be a part of whatever pranks and funny s**t they had in store, the preparation process was too much of a hassle. Though he had gotten the proper attire, he wasn't in the mood to spend the night in a stiff jacket getting pulled around by girls asking for a dance. He was determined to get there, complete the "mission" (or whatever Eiji had in store), then make his way out of that hotel as fast as possible.

Exiting the kitchen and entering his bedroom, Kohaku looked through his closet for what he would wear to the party. He found an outfit that he had set aside for a formal occasion: a plain lapel suit coat with a dark gray, almost green turtle neck, with a stylish pair of gray pants. Stripping off his uniform, Kohaku got dressed for the party. After getting his clothes on, he examined himself in the mirror. Luckily, his hair had been cooperating with him today and looked neat unlike his usual shaggy-headed look.

The sudden beeping of his ringtone snapped Kohaku away from the mirror. Picking his phone up from the dresser where he had set it, he read his new message.



Looking at the time on his watch, Kohaku silently cursed to himself.
[********, I'm gonna be late..."
Making his way out of his room, Kohaku slipped on his white loafers and headed out the door. The hotel was pretty far from his house, a full train ride away in fact. Rushing to the train station, Kohaku managed to get through the turnstiles and up the station stairs just as the train arrived. Boarding the train, the degenerate slumped into a vacant seat and allowed himself to relax as he waited for the station that would bring him closest to the hotel. It took the train about a half an hour to arrive at the intended location. As it did, Kohaku made his way off and exited the station. Now near the hotel, he no longer found it necessary to rush himself, and so casually made his way there.

When asked for an invitation at the door, Kohaku easily provided one. He had had no trouble in getting the invitation, and really had put in no effort whatsoever in getting it. One of the third year girls had been quite eager in inviting him to the new years bash, easily handing him her extra invitation in case the degenerate had decided to show up. More likely in the case that he decided to show up for her. Like every other girl who chased after Kohaku, she had been entranced by his good looks. The only thing girls seemed to look for in guys these days. It was disgusting really.

Entering the party, Kohaku headed straight for the west wing hallway, avoiding any girls that even stepped one foot in his direction. He kept his head low, clearly not in the mood to communicate with these richie rich kids. Escaping the crowd and finding the hallway easily, Kohaku caught sight of the other degenerates and casually made his way toward them. He was late, though didn't really feel the need to apologize to his fellow degenerates, most of whom he considered to be like family. He took notice of their garments, none of them really failing to surprise him. "Yo... Nice digs." He gave his usual childish smirk and tucked his hands into his coat pockets. "So... whattya need me to do?" Though he was usually never one to think up pranks or share a great deal of enthusiasm for them, Kohaku was still quite obedient when it came to doing what needed to be done. Even if it was grunt work.




1195 words
Written March 2015

[senpai dearest]

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Meera sighed, dropping a rather large and old book onto her desk. Landing with a loud thump, it released a thick cloud of dust. It was quite noticeable that it had been some time since anyone in the Beauchamp castle had read "The Great War of the Grey Dawn", but Meera was persistent on reading everything the castle's library had to offer. She couldn't help but think that since her mother's death, all she had left were books. Well, and music. Though books and music certainly couldn't take the place of human companionship, they would have to do for now. Taking a seat in her desk chair, she rested her chin atop her palm and began to flip open the book. Vivid green eyes scanned through the pages as the grandfather clock in her room ticked on.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. Never in her life had a day passed on so slowly. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. Meera ran her slender fingers through her soft hair. How long had she been reading this passage? Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. Frustrated, Meera closed the book and let out a disgruntled groan. She couldn't stand being in her room any longer, it had begun to feel like the walls were closing in. Leaning back in her chair, she stared up at the ceiling, contemplating just what it was that was keeping her here. A loud rapping at the door startled Meera right out of her chair, clumsily falling back onto the hardwood floor as the door quickly opened. "Ugh... "

"Y-Your Grace! Are you alright?" One of the younger chamber maids, Rhoslyn, entered Meera's room, creating a fuss as she aided the duchess off of the floor. "I'm quite alright Rhoslyn, there's really no need to worry." Meera reassured her, dusting off her gown with smooth sweeps. "Was there something that you needed?" She asked, quick to the point as always. It was always a rare moment when the servants payed a visit to Meera's room outside of mealtimes. They were always as quick to leave the room as they were to enter it, as if the girl was contagious with some sort of plague.

"Well, your Grace... It's your father. He would like to speak to you in the sitting room."
Meera looked down, not sure how she should feel about having to speak to a man that pretended she didn't exist her for basically her whole life. With the recent deaths of her sisters, she believed he must have harbored some form of resentment towards her- what with the "runt of the litter" having survived thus long. He must have been finally willing to claim Meera as his heir, even if it was with reluctance. "Very well."


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Meera sat across from her father in the sitting room, her hands held tightly together awkwardly upon her lap. She had been sitting there for several minutes, awaiting whatever news the Duke had in store for her. Instead, the large man sat there, staring at the glass of whisky in his hand with tired eyes. It was made clear by the utter tension in the air that whatever he had to say was not, by any means, positive. The silence was killing her!

"...Father-" she began, but was interrupted as he lifted his hand to halt her words.
"There has been an alliance forged among the houses of this land, in order to put an end to the curse that has taken the lives of your mother, your sisters, and your brother. You- along with the prince - will be sent to Godswood Keep, where you will betrothed." In a gruff manner, he finished off the rest of his whisky as if putting an end to the conversation- though it was more of a statement than a conversation. Meera was at a loss for words. She couldn't believe that there would finally be a way to put an end to the curse that had taken her loved ones. As for the marriage, Meera couldn't say she wasn't surprised that she had been offered up to a suitor at the soonest opportunity. Though she didn't believe herself ready for what a marriage would entail, she figured she had no other choice in the matter. Going to Godwood and getting betrothed... it would be her only opportunity for a life outside of this damned castle. She supposed her father would be happy to get rid of her, but she didn't bother to give him a clever remark and instead gave an obedient nod of acceptance.

"I'll gather my belongings..."


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Meera stared out the carriage window, facing what looked like a impenetrable wall of fog. It felt like the journey to Godwood keep had been taking days, as they faced obstacle after obstacle on the pathway to the keep. What with the occasional broken wheel, spooked horses, and the aimless wandering in the fog. Meera was becoming irritated, having had enough of the blasted fog. Any map would be rendered useless when one could barely see three feet through the thick mist. It hadn't helped that the coachman continued to bother her every hour, asking if the young Duchess was feeling "comfortable". Oh yes, she was quite comfortable being stuck in a moving box for hours on end, thank you for asking.

Meera had not read much about Godswood and it's keep, except for the old tales of dragons and magic. Though everyone was fully aware of the Grey Dawn and she could see why it almost impossible for anyone to enter Godswood without the aid of magic. Though Myridia was relatively closer to Godswood, Meera couldn't help but notice that the travel had taken unusually long, as if time was passing differently in the Grey Dawn. As she pondered this, the carriage began to slow it's pace and the coachman called her attention. "Your Grace, we've begun to approach the keep."

Meera looked ahead and sure enough, she had begun to take sight of castle gates. Already, she could see that the keep was much larger than her family estate and seemed just as the stories had described it. How she couldn't wait to explore it and discover the mysteries that lay within. Though she had no magical bone in her body, she could tell there was great power in Godswood and it piqued her interest greatly. How she wished her mother could see the castle that they had only ever read stories about. She would have liked to bound inside without a care in the world, though it was made clear by the riding parties already gathered ahead of her own that others had arrived.

As the coachman halted the carriage at the entry way and opened the door for her, Meera gracefully stepped down. Entering the keep, she instantly became engrossed in her surroundings. She hadn't expected the old keep to look so... well, new. With each step up the staircase, she began to feel more and more uneasy. Though she was fully aware of he fact that she was to be married, it suddenly felt all to real. She wasn't familiar with romance and frankly, it had never really been of interest to her; but here she was, in her new "home" where she would meet the man she would spend the rest of her life with. It was an unusual feeling that she couldn't quite place, though she could compare it to a baby bird being thrown off the edge of the nest and without any regard, being expected to fly.

Reaching the doorway of the reception hall, Meera halted at the door, her previous confidence gone and now filled with sudden hesitation. "You can do this,"
she silently assured herself, though she didn't entirely believe it. Opening the door to the reception room, she was taken aback by it's massive size. If it weren't
for the throne that stuck out inexplicably in the middle of the room, she might not have noticed the small figure near it. She made her way towards the elderly
woman, who she could only presume to be the sage. She gave a small curtsy in greeting, not forgetting the manners her mother had taught her well. "Sage
Fairgood I presume? Allow me to introduce myself- Meera Beauchamp, Duchess of Myridia."





1381 words
Written July 2015

[senpai dearest]

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Once his class had ended, Ren had begun to head out of the room before he was interrupted by some girl, a NPC with hair resembling cotton candy and who had a stench of sweet perfume. The girl had been getting noticeably closer to him in an overfamiliar manner that made him cringe. "Hey senpai, do you wanna walk home together?" she asked him, her arm clinging onto his despite the fact that he had no interest in interacting with her, let alone any girl, in any manner. "Don't touch me, it's disgusting..." he said, an annoyed grimace crossing his elegant features for a moment before it returned to its usual content expression. Passing the girl swiftly and leaving her in the dust with a shocked expression, he grabbed his things and headed out of the classroom.

Bag slung over his shoulder, he entered the large library, somewhat tired from the encounter only just moments ago. Approaching his usual spot at a table by the window, he set his bag down and slipped his books, softly plopping them onto the hardwood table; though the boy hadn't realized he had dropped one of his erotic novelizations in the process. The library was a common place for him, as Ren took an independent study class on school days so he could do his homework while Towa was still in class. It gave him the opportunity to stay on track while still being able to have time for work after school. For game reasons however, the study period at the library was a sure fire way to catch Ren when he was free and activate his route. Taking a seat, he glanced around at the empty library, finding himself instinctively looking for the cute megane who worked there during his homework sessions. Figuring he was off working somewhere, Ren turned his attention towards his biology studies in the mean time, easily breezing through his coursework.

Ren had hardly even noticed Michi entering the space around him, only hearing the boy once he had mumbled on about something being new. Instinctively looking in the boys direction out of curiosity, he smiled amusingly as Michi apologized in a soft whisper as if he was disturbing Ren. "It's quite alright." His eyes briefly glanced at the book in the boys hands, immediately recognizing it to be his own though he showed no visible signs of surprise. Had he dropped it earlier? Inwardly, he cursed at himself for being so careless with his works, having just made the novel a few nights before on a whim. It hadn't even been sent to the publisher yet... Watching the boy walk off helplessly, he debated claiming the work of art as his own, squirming slightly as Michi flipped through the pages. The tankōbon had been part of a recent collection called "Schoolboy Paradise", standing on it's own as a oneshot about an overly possessive senpai seducing his naive kouhai. He knew it'd be popular among his target audience, which consisted of most of the students of Utopia, especially females; so he had no real choice but to go after the librarian...

Following after Michi with light, quiet steps, he found the boy just as he placed the manga on the cart. Watching as Michi began putting away books on higher shelves, he debated just grabbing the manga while he was distracted; however, as he watched the boy struggle to place the books, he felt the urge to step in and lend a hand. His crimson red eyes flashed downward to notice the cute, soft flesh around Michi's navel, just begging him to reach a hand out to touch. While Ren could have easily just helped place the book on the shelf himself, that smooth flesh was all too tempting. Hands grasping Michi firmly by the waist, his long, slender fingers softly reached to touch the boys navel area. "Ah, I'll help you," he said, making sure to keep a hushed whisper into the boys ear, as they were in a library... Lifting Michi upward easily to place the book on the shelf, he smiled amusingly to himself while he admired how light the boy was.

Once the books were on the shelf, Ren set younger boy back down onto the ground. Looking down into the boys sharp grey eyes, he smiled down at him kindly. "You're Michi, right? I see you when I come to the library everyday... I'm Ren. I think I'm your senpai? It's nice to meet you." Looking at the cart full of books that needed to be filed away, he looked down to the younger boy who he knew wasn't quite capable of reaching those higher shelves. "Do you need any help with those? I can get all the ones on the higher shelves... or if you like, I can just lift you like before?" Laughing softly, he tucked in a loose part of his fringe before grabbing the boys hand and giving it a gentle shake, probably holding on a second or two more than necessary... "By the way," he began, grabbing his manga off of the cart with a charming smile as he held it out for Michi to observe. "Did you like my book? If you want, I can lend it to you to read... so long as you give me feedback?"

890 words
Written January 2017

[senpai dearest]

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ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: cafexxxｃｏｍｐａｎｙ: w/ vikxxxｍｏｏｄ: tired/ curious/ apologeticxxxｏｕｔｆｉｔ: outfit

Moru yawned loudly, rather exhausted with the long day he was having. After having finished all of his morning classes, the male had headed straight for work, having changed into some comfortable clothes after his last class was finished. He was frustrated with himself, as he still had difficulty making the perfect croquembouche, nitpicking every last detail despite how impressed his desert teacher had been with his work. 30 seconds more in the oven... too much caramel.. not enough caramel... not enough cream in the cream puffs... It was annoying to say the least, to be such a perfectionist when it came to his cooking, but he cared about exceeding his own work each time. If he didn't make the dessert well enough the first time, he would certainly get it better the next.

Dressed in a white dress shirt, a black tie, yellow cardigan, and gray pants, he made his way quickly over to the cafe. Once e arrived, he clocked into his evening shift and put on his signature white apron. Starting on orders for the day, he quickly breezed through the afternoon shifts and was nearing his break when someone put in an order for an omelette. Deciding he'd finish the dish and take his break, he let the kitchen manager know before working on the egg dish. Once it was whipped up and finished, he served it on a plate and placed it on the order counter for the waitress on shift to pick up. Unknotting his apron and hanging it on the apron hook with the other chefs, he turned around just in time to notice the waitress picking up his dish and... what was that red sauce on top? He didn't remember adding that to the omelette. Inspecting the area where he had place the dish before, he noticed a tipped over bottle of hot sauce, half empty and dripping onto the counter. Had one of the kitchen assistants knocked it over? If that was so, then that red sauce on the omelette was... OH NO!!!

Rushing outside of the kitchen, Mamoru glanced around the cafe for any sign of the waitress. Finally spotting her out of the corner in his eye, he turned his gaze to see her serving the hot sauce-drenched omelette to a customer. Speedily making his way over to the boy, he found himself a step too late as the male took a bite of the red-stained omelette. "A-Ah!! You really ate it!" He was surprised the male had no real reaction, even seeming content at the taste of the meal. "It... It wasn't bad?" he asked curiously, eyeing the male with a newly piqued interest at his talent at eating something as ridiculous as hot sauce-covered omelette. "If you want, I can make another..." he offered, looking down at the rather handsome, raven-haired male apologetically.

Mamoru listened as the male before him began to speak and invited Mamoru to join him for his meal and called him... red fish? Sitting down opposite of Vik with a confused expression, his doe-like red orbs stared into Vik's sharp gray ones. "Red fish? Why fish? Is it like that book? Red fish, blue fish? The one by Dr. Seuss..." There was a lot of things about Vik that had Moru curious- his unusual taste (or rather lack thereof), his way of calling Moru fish, and why he looked so worn out... Suddenly noticing that Vik seemed to be staring at him with a rather unsettling gaze, he averted his eyes shyly as his hands fussed about under the table. "My name... it's Mamoru. Matsuoka, Mamoru."

When the male continued to eat, Mamoru watched him intensely and tried to figure out how a man could eat such a dish. Finally deciding to bring it up, he looked up to the taller male with a gaze that was resolutely intent on finding out why. "How can you eat that? An omelette with hot sauce spilled on it.. It doesn't have a bad taste? Or... can you not taste it?" Squirming slightly in his seat, he really wanted to give his customer a meal to look forward to, something he could eat with a smile on his face... "I can make you something else! B-Because it was a mistake in the kitchen, you shouldn't have to pay for it..." Giving a curt bow in apology, he looked up at the raven haired male nervously. "Sorry for the mistake..." Even though the hot sauce spilling over wasn't any fault of Mamoru's, the boy F62E2Efelt as if he should have caught it early on that way this could have been avoided. As a part of the staff there, he felt he needed to apologize as well.



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796 words
Written January 2017

[senpai dearest]

LOCATION ✦ home ↝ cafe tab COMPANY ✦ chiharu ↝ kiri & kazuo
MOOD ✦ answer tab OUTFIT ✦ casual

Drifting hazily in a dream-like state, Fumio walked through the eerily quiet hallway of his former high school, the only noise being the echoing, rhythmic beat of his footsteps. The man, or rather, teenage boy, came to a stop at classroom 3C, his hand reaching slowly for the doorknob before hesitating on the cool familiar feeling of metal. He could feel a presence on the other side of the door, and immediately he recognized it before the door had even fully slid open. Eyes focused on the lone figure that sat at a desk at the front of the room, the man's gaze facing the windows and out of Fumio's line of sight. Even so, he knew by the shape of his silhouette and the dark brown color of his hair- glowing in the bright orange hues of the sunset- that it was his dead lover. "Toru..." Toru finally turned in his seat, his chocolate brown eyes finally meeting Fumio's and his lips turned up in a small, nostalgic smile. Taking a step toward his former boyfriend, Fumio's hand raised, eager to touch the young man and ensure he really was there and maybe this wasn't all just a dream. Knock, knock, knock. Instinctively, Fumio turned his head to look for the sudden rapping, absentmindedly thinking someone was entering the room; however, when he looked behind him, there was no one in sight. Looking back once more to Toru, Fumio was both terrified and anxious to find that his love had disappeared, leaving an empty classroom and a distressed Fumio in his wake. "Toru... TORU!" Calling out in a shaky voice, the violet haired boy was met with no response except a distant, low thudding noise which he assumed to be the rapid beating of his own heart. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

Pale, lilac eyes widened as Fumio awoke from what he could only consider to be a nightmare. Sighing in a mix of irritation and stress, the male ran his hands through his silken hair before throwing off the covers and getting up from bed. The knocking he had heard in his dream resounded through the house, signaling an unwelcome visitor that had not only ruined his dream, but affected his beauty sleep. Shirtless and wearing only grey pajama pants, the young vet lazily sauntered over to the door and opened it with an unamused expression. Blinking into the bright sunlight outside, the man looked down to find Chiharu waiting on his doorstep, the small girl beaming way too brightly for so early in the morning. "What do you want?" he asked, quite unwelcoming, though he opened the door for her to enter regardless. His cousins knew better than to wake a sleeping dragon on a weekend. Sighing, he head back inside, allowing Chiharu to do whatever she pleased so long as she didn't continue to dawdle in the doorway. "Let me get dressed."

Heading back upstairs to his bedroom, Fumi opened up his closet and grabbed a red-orange sweater, pulling it over his muscular, toned torso. Undressing from his pajama bottoms and putting on a pair of jeans, the violet-haired man then slipped on a pair of lace up shoes. Grabbing a watch and wrapping it around his thin wrist, Fumio made sure not to forget to slip his pendant around his neck, one of a set of matching rings hanging from the black, metal chain. After quickly combing his usually tame hair and doing his normal routine of teeth brushing and washing his face, the male headed back downstairs to meet Chiharu. The young girl's presence wasn't one Fumi minded having around at all, though why she liked to hang around a boring, old guy like him was beyond belief. He wasn't a particularly fun adult, certainly more strict than some of the older zodiac members, yet Chiharu seemed to like hanging around him. Why she had decided to dub him as an older brother, Fumi was unsure, though it wasn't necessarily a feeling he disliked. Looking about the first floor for Chiharu, he found the young girl in the kitchen, a glass of water sitting on the table and the teenager typing away on her phone.

"Did you... want to do something today...?" he asked curiously, unsure if Chiharu had wanted to do something with the older male. Fumio didn't have any plans, though he wasn't sure he'd be very fun company for the young girl today. Before she could answer, however, Fumi's cell had already begun to ring. Looking at the screen and finding Kazuo on the caller id, the tall man immediately picked up. "Kazuo?"
"Hello, Fumio? This may come as a shock, but Kiriya was just punched, and now she's passed out. We're at Shining Star Cafe, with Tempi. Could you come pick us up?"
"What??! Stay right there. I'm on my way."
Sighing as he ended the call with a worried expression, he grabbed his car keys off their hook in the kitchen before looking to Chiharu.
"I have to go pick up Kiriya and Kazuo. Someone attacked her at the cafe. Come on."

Leading Chiharu out of the house, Fumio made his way towards the front of the estate and his car parked just outside. Approaching the gate, Fumio was surprised to find a familiar rosy haired girl waiting just by the entrance. Judging by the flower cart sitting just behind her, the violet haired man figured she had a delivery for the clinic in tow. "Ayumi...? What are you doing here? Deliveries are supposed to be made on weekdays..." While he knew she had to drop off the flowers, he couldn't very well let her wander around the estate. Who knew... what sort of wild animals were wandering about... "I have an emergency to attend to right now, but if you wouldn't mind, could you come with me? Some of the older relatives here don't like when strangers walk about the estate without permission..." he commented, though it wasn't much of a question as he began to usher her out the gate along with Chiharu.

Leading the two girls to his car, he unlocked it and opened the back door wide for the both of them to enter. "Watch your head," he commented, ensuring both girls were seated and had their seatbelt on before getting in the driver's seat. Buckling in, Fumio started the car ad headed over to the cafe rather quickly...






Arriving at the car, Fumio quickly parked the car before getting out, motioning to both girls to stay while he headed inside. "I'll be just a few moments. I just have to talk to the police." Heading off without any further explanation, Fumio speedwalked inside, glancing around for any sign of Kiriya or Kazuo. Taking notice of a stray cop taking a testimony from a witness, Fumi flagged him down before letting him know he was a relative and wanted to talk to the officer in charge. Pointed over to a man who was leading away a handcuffed girl- or punk, in Fumio's opinion- Fumio approached him with a flat, rather annoyed expression. "Is this the woman who attacked my cousin? I'd like assault charges filed immediately. As for you..." he began, looking to the colorful haired young women with an extremely unfriendly expression. "You'll be hearing from our lawyers shortly." He handed off a business card to the officer, telling him to contact him later that day for a statement from Kiriya, before demanding to see his relatives.

Led through the cafe and to a back room where he found Kiriya resting on the couch unconscious, along with Kazuo and Tempi. "Kazuo, I'm here. How are you? Kiriya... is she alright? How long has she been knocked out...?" he asked, gently grabbing the man's hand before placing it on his shoulder. "I'm taking you both home now, though you'll both have to give the police your statements later..." Leaving Kazuo's side for a moment, he slid his arms underneath Kiriya's slender body and picked her up, holding her close to his chest. "Let's go home." Leading them both very careful out to the car, Fumio adjusted the passenger seat so he could lay Kiri down there, before leading Kazuo to the back seat where he had him sit next to Chihaya. For safety measures.

The car ride home was relatively awkward, with Fumi having to explain to Kazuo who Ayumi was while fretting over the whole situation and wanting to hear the whole story. Nonetheless, the dragon got them all home uneventfully, with Kiri still passed out as he lifted the girl out of the car and into the estate, with everyone else in the car following closely behind. Passing through the living area, Fumi looked back to the small group. "Wait here. I'll be back soon." Carrying Kiriya over to her room, with Tempi right on his tail, Fumio set the petite girl down gently on her bed. Leaving the room for a moment, he grabbed an ice pack from the kitchen freezer, before heading back. Opening the door, he let out a sigh of relief to find that Kiriya had woken up, sitting up in bed with a pained expression. "You should be resting..." he commented, before pressing the girl softly back onto the bed. "How are you feeling?" Fumio asked, pressing the ice pack gently against the girl's swollen jaw. "Does it hurt a lot?"


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1574 words
Written February 2017

[senpai dearest]

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Noel tugged uncomfortably at the collar of his creme dress shirt, the heat gathering under the several layers of traditional formal garb that had been fitted to the prince's slim figure. He was somewhat glad at the least that he hadn't been chosen as a bride, for the formal wear would have been considerably less flattering and sport an uncomfortably high, frilled collar. Not to mention the corset... On the other hand, it would have been quite entertaining to receive different reactions from those who would see him in it. Some of the princes with smaller figures were unusually well-suited to such revealing clothing, while the more masculine of the three brides, his to be specific, chose to attend the gathering in a masculine suit well-suited to the prince of a military-centric country. It was amusing how the man could sport such a look so comfortably when they priests sitting at either side of the table were clearly irritated that the man had not chosen more traditional garb meant for "brides" hailing from Gragkar. "How bold~," he thought to himself, crossing his slender legs under the table as the blather from the current guest's speech continued to drone on and bore the silver haired male to no end.

Effectively zoning out as he leaned back in his ornate seat, Noel reminisced to his family, whom he had parted ways with in Helaria, with the exception of his younger brother Ansel. Ansel was the eldest of Noel's brother, and thus closest in age to him. The two always had an especially close bond, once Noel was healthy enough to establish one with his brother, and Ansel was the prince's most trusted companion. Though Ansel resembled their mother appearance and the only similarity in appearance they shared were their vivid, silvery eyes, one could immediately tell they were brothers by their air of closeness and willowy builds. Noel's mother was the hardest to part with when making his goodbyes, the middle aged woman practically smothering her son in lipstick-covered kisses and suffocating him with tight hugs. Noel wondered if she would ever let go of him, an had been somewhat glad he had insisted on her staying at the castle with his father. While she would have loved to watch the ceremony, Noel needed eyes kept on not only his father, but the rest of the noblefolk as the wedding proceeded. Who knew what sorts of rumors and trouble would begin to brew while he was away from the nest and lingered too far from the throne that awaited him.

Noel's youngest brothers were quite hesitant to part from him as well, the twins Auguste and Antoine clinging to either side of his leg as he neared the steamcar with bags in tow. "How long will you be away big brother?" "Not long, right, right?" "You'll bring us back gifts won't you...?" Noel smiled at their eager words, though he could sense their anxiety from their eldest brothers travelling so very far away. "Don't fret, I'll return soon enough, and I'll be sure to bring back a piece of Ashavar with me for you two to marvel at," he assured, patting each boy on the head before giving them their farewell kisses. The twins hugged their brother a final time, before toddling off to say their goodbyes to Ansel as well. His eyes lingered about the area, his second youngest brother, Bastien nowhere to be found, though it was somewhat expected as the boy had been battling a bout of pneumonia as of late. Bastien had always been very sickly, and Noel having been the same way at his age was sympathetic, though he wished he could have been seen off by his dear brother on such a pretty day as this.

The most apparent absence, however, was not Bastien's, but Noel's father- Leopold. The king had never been quite fond of his son, that much was obvious, though why he couldn't say his farewells to his own son before his wedding as heir was quite beyond Noel's belief. Quite honestly, he was used to being left disappointed by his father's actions, though there was still times where he remained hopeful that one day he would receive recognition from the man. Stepping into well-polished doors of the sleek, black steam car awaiting him and taking a seat next to his brother, Noel felt a sudden sense of doom awaiting him at his destination, not quite sure if he had readied himself well enough for this farce of an impending marriage that he had been ensnared in. Nonetheless, he smiled prettily for his siblings and mother as the steamcar's engine came to a start and it began it's journey down the road. Once they were out of sight, the ashen-haired man slumped back into his seat with a grim expression, his hand finding his brother's and grasping it in a tight squeeze. "Hell must have frozen over if you're the first of us to marry," Ansel commented snarkily, though his hand gripped his brother's own in return, hoping the gesture would grant him at least a bit of comfort.

Snapping back to the present as his stomach ached silently, greedy for a decent meal, Noel found himself rather agitated with the guests who continued to make their presence known, much to the chagrin of every prince at the table who seemed just as eager to begin their meal as Noel was. Glancing about the room with, he found it amusing as almost all those who met his gaze would avert their eyes with either a nervous energy or flush bashfully and lower their heads. One could tell right away who had heard rumors about him and of what sort, and Noel found it easy to make a game of it. Though his idle thoughts were interrupted as a more than familiar prince spoke up, and Noel was quick to admire the sun-kissed, shirtless man before him. Noel easily recognized the man, as Prince Rae'Shir had been a guest to quite a few of the balls that Noel had attended as a child. Memories of that time were quite fond to Noel, who, at that age, still had two healthy, working eyes. Noel hadn't looked much into it when the prince had suddenly stopped attending their balls, though he would later hear rumors about the man being deceived into marriage by a tempestuous gypsy woman. It was certainly a dramatic and entertaining story, though Noel suspected it had been a rumor easily tarnished by the words of gossips and there was little chance he might get to discover the true story. Something as controversial as a secret wedding would, of course, not be a story easily shared, though Noel wasn't willing to work hard enough to discover what truths lay there.

More than happy for the mindless drivel to end and for their meal to begin, Noel was eager to take a bite of the foreign delicacies before him and rid his mouth of the taste of the dank sewer water that was the wine. Delicately, he took a piece of as many different dishes as he could, excited to try the various foreign foods before him, while avoiding Helaria's own specialties. He wasn't interested in taking a bit of something he had tasted a million times before. Starting on his plate, the silver eyed man was quick to observe the princes gather around him as he ate. The Prince of Krushar was a rather pretty sort, though Noel knew better than to underestimate the man, as many were quick to do the same to Noel because of his own appearance. Once they entered a duel with him, they were always quick to realize their mistake. Clyde of Elissia was a willowy man, eyes as gold as the gilded goblets settled on the table. Noel noted the man seemed the type to have a personality that didn't match his outward personality, and he suspected that behind Clyde's flashy smile, the boy probably had all the personality of a sour lemon. The Prince of Philipha was rather thin, with a hair color reminiscent to that of the grapes which made Philipha's wine famous.

Speaking of wine, Noel smirked rather humorously as the Philiphan heir himself dared to spill his own glass, beckoning forward one of his servants only to replace the wine in his glass with that of his own country's. "I'd love a glass," Noel commented with a charming smile, batting his long lashes as the servant neared him and poured the red liquid into his glass. Looking to Prince Clyde as the man toasted a cheers, Noel politely tipped his cup and raised in return. "Cheers. To our own futures as well," he added, a delicate smile painted across his thin, rosy lips as he took a sip of the delicious Philiphan nectar. Looking to Virgil, Noel rested his chin on the palm of his hand, looking to the man in mild curiosity as he looked him up and down. "Tell me Prince Virgilio, wherever did you get that skirt? It's quite lovely," he questioned, an ambiguous smile plastered on his lips that left it in the air whether the Helarian Prince was making a go at teasing him or not. "How's the corset? Not too suffocating I hope."



1563 words
Written March 2017

[senpai dearest]

Mamoru had woken up rather early that morning, packing away at the camera equipment he'd need for his shoot at Ank Rouge. As the light shone brilliantly through the windows of the studio, Moru set at his desk as he slipped his primary camera in it's bag and his crew packed the lighting and other equipment away into the studio's commercial van. He stopped in his tracks, however, as his cell vibrate at it's spot on the desk before emitting a much too familiar text tone. Snatching the phone up quickly, as he knew the text tone to be Ryu's, Moru couldn't open up the message from his ex-boyfriend fast enough. Mamoru was unsure how to feel as he read Ryu's message, his ex-boyfriend having asked when they could meet so he could give him his belated birthday present. "Do exes usually give each other birthday gifts after breaking up?" he thought to himself, rather flustered at the thought of how awkward the exchange could quickly become.

Moru's eyes glanced over to an envelope on the opposite corner of his desk, a pair of tickets to a hot spring laying inside. He had bought them for Ryu's birthday months before, hoping to surprise him with a get-away trip. Would it still be right to give them to Ryu? Even if it probably meant he'd be going with someone else...? Sighing, the brunette rubbed his temples in frustration, quite unsure what to do in a situation such as this. Ryu had been his first boyfriend, and Moru still hadn't been able to get over him in the least. Things like breaking up and moving on were extremely difficult for the man to even fathom. He wasn't one to let go so easily, even though he would try his best to give Ryu his space and not interfere in his life. Groaning aloud, he'd figure he couldn't allow himself to do something as petty as keeping the tickets. They were meant for Ryu, after all... and Moru wanted him to enjoy himself...

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tab 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣...?
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Slipping his phone into his front jeans pocket, Moru stood up from his place at his desk. He slung his camera bag over his shoulder as he followed his crew out to the van, helping lift the last of the equipment inside and hopping in the driver's seat. Once his crew- consisting of his production assistant, lighting tech, and an intern who doubled as a stylist- had all made their ways into the van and buckled their seatbelts, Moru started the van and set off to the boutique. As he drove, his intern Shouko spoke up, tugging lightly at his sleeve in a cute manner and hoping to gain his attention. "Hey, hey... How many times have you shot for this boutique already...? You always get that one girl for a model too. Sohma... right? Tell me, she's your girlfriend right...? You too always seem so close," she asked slyly, nudging at the older man's shoulder. Moru just laughed it off, finding such an idea rather ridiculous and wondering where she had even gotten the idea. "Of course not. We're just friends. I don't see her like that anyway, she's more like a big sister," he commented, with a soft smile, his eyes fixated on the road before him. Meanwhile, Shouko gave him a look of mixed disbelief and curiosity, though she didn't push him too much on the matter. "If you say so, Matsuoka-senpai."





Arriving at Ank Rouge, Mamoru swiftly parked the van before leaving the other three to start unpacking while he announced their arrival. Stepping inside the boutique, the brunette wore a sweet, charming smile as he greeted the staff before motioning to the rest of the crew to bring in the equipment. Spotting Daichi talking to a customer, he approached the two before softly placing his hands on Dai's shoulders. Looking to the customer with a handsome smile, he politely spoke up. "Do you mind if I borrow her? I need her for a bit, but I'm sure one of the other employees can help you," he commented with an apologetic smile, and the slightly flustered girl couldn't help but agree to such an earnest request. Flashing a grin in thanks, he led Dai to the back, where he gave her a sweet hug in greeting. "Hey! How have you been? I see you did your makeup today. You look cute, should save us time on the shoot, though Shouko will have to touch you up if you start to sweat it out under the lights," he stated, somewhat excited to see Daichi once more, as it felt like they hadn't been seeing enough of each other as of late. Having a hectic schedule like he did, sometimes it was difficult to find enough time in the day to meet friends.

As Shouko and the others began setting up makeup, lighting and the camera, Moru took the time to go over the general idea of the shoot. "So I looked over the Spring Collection that your manager sent over, and I like the cute and edgy feel of the clothes. Seems like your style a lot so maybe try and bring a lot of "you" to the set, but try not to be too cute. Just have fun with it. You're a natural so I'm sure it won't be too hard to find some great shots," he noted reassuringly, looking to crew his crew as the camera was placed in position and the lighting was finished setting up, flickering on with a slightly dim, but bright setting. "It's not your first shoot, but any questions?" he asked, taking his stance behind the camera, his pretty lilac-grey eyes focused on Dai's own violet orbs.
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987 words
Written March 2017

[senpai dearest]

◢【 no ( MATTER ) who ⇣ MEET so so　　　　
　　　　　　　　　　　BEING alone❜ IS JUST SO SO 　　　　
NOT SO EXCITING BUT NOT ALL THAT BAD ( SO SO ) 　　　 NOT SO EXCITING BUT NOT ALL THAT BAD ( SO SO )
NOT SO EXCITING BUT NOT ALL THAT BAD ( SO SO ) 　　　 NOT SO EXCITING BUT NOT ALL THAT BAD ( SO SO )
i'm starting to forget what L ↻ V E 　　 ♚ 　　　 IS SUPPOSED → ( t o ) BE LIKE❜
　　　 　 i can’t even remember
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Yuuki felt a sense of relief wash over him as the child's fears quickly subsided; Ruu's shaking had come to a stop, as well as his tears, and hopefully the child would be able to put his words across more quickly when he was in a calm state. "You're welcome," he replied in response to the boy's gratitude, quite taken with the young boy's good manners. While Yuuki held the small boy gingerly in his arms, he noticed Ruu had completely relaxed within his embrace, which was something that both humored and troubled him. He could only hope this child didn't relax so easily in the presence of other strangers, for there were many people in this world with impure intentions just waiting to snatch up vulnerable children. He didn't even want to imagine what would have happened had someone else come along and found the poor child.

Sitting there in the cafeteria with Ruu nestled on his lap, Yuuki found it difficult to resist the urge to look around and admire all the food the other patrons were eating so eagerly. He had to will his stomach not to grumble loudly right there and then. The fragrant odor of a piping hot meal was already torturous enough. Instead, he forced himself to focus on conversing with the young boy settled atop him, charmed at the adorable smile that spread along Ruu's lips as Yuuki cleared away his tears. Ah. he would have liked to have a son half as cute as this kid, though that was surely impossible. Smiling as the child introduced himself and cheerfully pointed out the similarities in their given names, a small laugh spilled out of his rosy lips. "Ruuki, huh? It must be fate that you found me then." For a moment, as Ruu tried to recall his father's name, Yuuki worried solemnly for a moment that he wouldn't be able to recall it; though Yuuki had already received quite a bit of information from the child's surname alone. He was grateful, however, as Ruu suddenly recalled it, since the staff could always check names on an ID if someone came asking for the boy. "Just Syun. Got it," he confirmed, watching fondly as the child continued to jabber on chipperly about drawing the train. "Sometimes people can't understand what I draw either. That just means you see things differently," he commented, looking over the worn sketchbook, the bindings of which had been pieced and taped together in quite a child-like fashion. If they were by chance to share the same train and destination, albeit unknown, Yuuki made a mental note to help the child bind it properly.

Icy blue eyes gazed attentively down at the pages of Ruu's sketchbook, calmly listening to the boy's narrative as he was showed several pictures before a drawing of his father was finally revealed. From what he could gather from the childish artwork, the man had raven black hair, and very vivid green eyes. His hair was short, possibly earlength, with bangs that covered his forehead. Music notes were scattered around the boy's father, Syun; though Yuuki was unsure if it was meant music had been playing or if the man was singing. "Your hair is quite nice as it is," Yuuki assured the boy, patting down Ruu's black locks, taking notice of the buildup of oil in the child's hair as he did so. Just now, he became suddenly aware of the fact that maybe he really wasn't the only homeless person that had been given a ticket so suddenly. At first he thought it must have been a chance encounter, but it was quickly becoming apparent that his newfound luck was no coincidence. Was this child homeless as well? He wondered, looking over the child's clothing, the shirt he wore hung loosely on his shoulders, and the sleeves were far too long for a child's arms. While pondering this, Yuuki tried his best to keep close attention while Ruu chattered away, trying not to assume so much before knowing the facts.

While Ruu, showed him yet another picture, Yuuki grew concerned as the boy's stomach growled rather loudly. Seemed like the both of them needed a good meal. "Let's find your papa quickly so you can get something yummy in your stomach, 'k?" He commented, hoping to gather more information before he started his search. "Your papa must be taller than me then." Yuuki committed this to memory, as well as Ruu's mention of the man's lack of smile, which to a child probably just meant a serious demeanor. That, or he was just a man with unhappy circumstances. Yuuki wasn't quite sure what to think when Ruuki let it slip that he was wearing one of his father's shirts, which only helped to confirm his earlier suspicious. "Don't worry. I won't tell your papa you told me," he assured, motioning his fingers in a zip motion across his lips so the child knew the secret was safe with him. He nodded his head along when questioned if any of Ruu's information had helped. "It was a big help Ruu. I'll try my best to find him for you, okay?"

Yuuki looked up to see a woman approaching them, and while she had a young face, Yuuki doubted she was much younger than him. The blonde haired male was quite untrusting of adults, even though he himself would be considered one; so of course, he was immediately on guard as she approached. His face returned to it's usual stoic state, not impressed by the sweet smile spread across her lips. "So you were eavesdropping?" he asked bluntly, not quite sure why she, as a stranger, would want to involve herself in someone else's affairs. Since when had she even been listening in? "I'm trying to find his father. Tall build, black hair, bangs, sharp green eyes, gray shirt, serious demeanor," he explained curtly; and though he'd really much rather ignore her, he felt Grayce would cause even more trouble for him if he did so. He kept Ruu within his grasp, protective and uneager to hand him over to another stranger, even if it was a woman. Women were not to be trusted either.



❋⋮ LOCATION❜ train station- cafeteria
❋⋮ COMPANY❜ cute kid, nosy girl
❋⋮ MENTIONS❜ ruu, grayce
❋⋮ OUTFIT❜ pink sweater, jeans


1040 words
Written June 2017

[senpai dearest]

YOU ALWAYS EXPECT ★ ⋮ SOMETHING FROM ME
tab tab But don’t delude yourself tab You’re just fooling yourself tab You dream for an eternal love tab It gets harder as time goes by
tab tab But don’t delude yourself tab You’re just fooling yourself tab You dream for an eternal love tab It gets harder as time goes by
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tab tab tab tab ♚◞xdo not cr↻ss the LINE｡↙ ↙ tab tab i like how we are now xxx 〉
tab tab tab tab tab tab 【 ◢.LOOK AT ME⋮ CAN YOU SEE WHAT I WANT❝】
tab tab tab tab tab tab The love, you want to quit because it is too hot tab The love, you want to quit because it is too hot
tab tab tab tab tab tab The love, you feel the breeze and makes you feel comfortable tab The love, you feel the breeze and makes you feel comfortable
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab xxxx just understand me｡ a little more






Umi pointed a quiet glare as Jun began to speak, just daring the older man to call him out for
being the little s**t that he was. He only wished he had his cell on him to record such a
momentous occasion, we're it to happen. Jun seemed to stop there, however; and Umi
continued his attention on ransacking the kitchen cabinets for a box of cornflakes. He
remained totally ignorant as the taller male continued to stare him down, frowning as Jun
began his verbal assault on Umi for the day. The word "child" especially struck him, eliciting a
scowl from the blonde haired boy. "I am not a child," he began, reaching up with his whole body
in order to reach the top of the cabinet, his slim legs gathering on their tip toes and his hoodie
rising ever so slightly to reveal his flat, smooth stomach. "As if Mikan would believe it that I
ran away. No way her sweet little brother would do such a thing. You think you'll ever be
more important in her heart than I am? Get real," he commented bitterly, hands clasping
onto the cereal box just barely. Grinning victoriously, Umi pulled down the box, only to flinch as
the box was slapped out of his hands. "What the hell?! Idiot!" Glaring daggers at Jun, Umi
crossed his arms with an annoyed glower, not intending to give into Jun's harassment so easily.
"Leave then! I didn't ask you to cook. I can feed myself," he insisted, light green eyes
unmoving as Jun grabbed hold of him by the collar and drew in close. He wouldn't show fear in
the face of the demon king.

"It's a YOI sweater. Get with the times, geezer. Nee-san likes the series too... I didn't
think you'd make fun of something your girlfriend likes. How lame." He was just a moment
away from smacking Jun's hands away, only for the other male to release him. "I don't expect
a plebe like you to recognize good television anyway." Patting down the creases and folds
that formed in the collar of his hoodie, a irritated expression etched in his brow. He didn't like the
bossy tone Jun was taking with him, and he was quite sure of himself that the man would never
be more than a bully. He just hoped Mikan would come to realize it in time, before her
relationship with the demon got any more serious than it already was.

"Tch, whatever," clicking his tongue in annoyance, he nevertheless pulled out a chair at the
table and took a seat, sitting in a cross-legged position as he awaited his breakfast. As much as
he didn't want to admit it, pancakes and bacon was a strikingly better option than soggy
cornflakes in a bowl of milk. He could already feel himself salivating at the thought of a piping
hot plate of hotcakes and delicious, crunchy bacon, coated in a thick, sweet syrup. Mikan's choice
of breakfast meals we're usually more... healthy and traditional Japanese- not that she'd ever
receive a complaint from Umi about it. He was getting quite sick of miso soup by now, a common
side dish in Mikan's meals, breakfasts or dinner.

Watching as Jun bustled around the kitchen, Umi stared in silent envy at the man's knowledge in
the kitchen. Whenever Umi dared to make a dish himself, it usually ended up burnt, overcooked,
or with a case of food poisoning. He was no longer allowed to touch items in the kitchen or cook
if it required more effort than the simple use of a microwave. The young man didn't have the
patience for cooking either, always getting bored midway or losing track of the time. He had the
attention span of a goldfish when it came down to doing anything he actually wasn't skilled at.
Jun, however, seemed to be skilled at just about everything, and it made Umi dislike him all the
more.

Umi looked down at the table with downcast, pale green eyes, finding no amusement in Jun's
words as the man teased him about having plans with friends. He, Mikan, and Umi knew quite
well that there was no one in Umi's life that the boy could speak of as a friend. It was rather
depressing for Umi to be constantly reminded of this fact, his summers usually spent cooped up in
his room as other children spent their summers going to the beach or karaoke, thoroughly
enjoying their carefree days with the people in their lives. Even if he didn't want to partake in the
endless summer events that Mikan had planned for him and Jun, it wasn't like he had anyone else
to spend that time with. "That's none of your business," he said gloomily, his fingers fiddling
with the salt and pepper shakers that sat on the table. "Nee-chan spent money on those
places so... it's not like I can waste them..." he commented rather responsibly, ignoring that
dumb grin on Jun's face. "We can just separate once we go, so I'm not a bother. You can
just invite your own friends to go," he suggested, resting his head on the table as he watched
Jun fry the pancakes. "Don't you have friends besides my sister? You're here 24/7. It's
like you don't have a life outside of here." Well, not like he was any different.
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904 words
Written June 2017

[senpai dearest]

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• Momiji pulled out his cell phone as he headed to class, a response from Ren illuminating the screen. Practically beaming at the message, he hummed as he continued into the school building and to his classroom, already eager to start the school day and get it over with. Even if they're relationship was a hidden one and not the best commitment-wise (at least on Ren's end), Momiji still got the butterflies at the thought of spending an evening alone with him. Unlike Ren, Momiji wasn't especially popular, his only friends being those in his club activities. Girls didn't seem to take an interest in him -not that he minded- and he was closeted, making it very rare for boy's to even hint at flirting with him. It was strange, having a popular boyfriend who could easily make those around him melt, while he couldn't even hold a candle to that level of charm. It was difficult not to mind the aspect of an open relationship when he himself felt so very inferior. Despite that, he appreciated any time that Ren could give him, since the time he spent in Momiji's company was something that the others around him could never grasp. Hidden sides of his lover made known only to him, the possessive side of him greedy to keep Ren's authenticity all to himself. It was the only part of Ren he could truly consider his, since he was still quite unaware of where the man's heart stood...
  
  Sitting down in class, Momiji's gaze almost immediately turned out the window and he smiled to himself, wondering what he and Ren would get up to today. Maybe they could make dinner together? Play the new game Momiji bought for them to play? Or even snuggle up and watch a movie? The possibilities were endless, and he was silently grateful he had a messed up family dynamic. If his Uncle was always gone, it meant he had more opportunities to see Ren, and more opportunities to completely discover himself when he was with him. Momiji tapped his finger against his desk somewhat impatiently, already anxious for the school day to end.
  
  
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  The school bell loudly signalled the end of classes for the day, and while usually one would attend school activities afterward, Momiji had other things on his mind. The manga society would just have to manage without him today. Letting the other students in the club know he had plans for the rest of the evening, Momiji headed out of the club room and down the stairs. As he walked, a message dinged in, a small smile tugged at his lips and he unlocked his phone to see a message from Ren, notifying him he'd be waiting by the school gate. The boy practically skipped down the stairs, landing with a small hop at the bottom of the stairs.
  
  Heading to his shoe cupboard, Momiji began replacing his indoor shoes with his outdoor shoes. That was, until he was startled by a loud noise, a hand having flown out just past his head. Momiji turned his head nervously only to find Mitsuo - his bully, bane of his life, and general pain in his a**- towering above him, a smug smirk plastered across his lips. Sighing in a mixture of exhaustion and annoyance, Momiji leaned back against his locker, crossing his arms almost defensively. "What do you want now...?" he asked hesitantly, vibrant green eyes glaring up at the blonde. "Same as usual. Fork it over. Unless you'd rather I take this somewhere else...?" he questioned, the venom in his voice a clear indicator of a threat. Momiji was used to having to deal with Mitsuo, and didn't much like being beaten down for not submitting to his whims. He was rather tired of the boy and quite frankly didn't have time to argue about whether or not to hand over a few bucks. He wasn't one to carry much pocket money anyway. "This is all I have..." he commented, pulling out a few loose bills from his pocket and some loose change. As he handed it over, Mitsuo grabbed his wrist tightly, enough so that a bruise was sure to spring up later. Wincing in pain, he stumbled back into the shoe cupboards behind him. "You're getting pretty cocky, Ryusaki. You'd best learn your place," he stated icily, smiling menacingly before releasing Momiji's wrist and snatching the money from his palm.
  
  As soon as Mitsuo turned the corner, Momiji breathed a sigh of relief and finished slipping on his outdoor shoes. Scurrying away as soon as he was able in case Mitsuo had a change of heart and came back to finish him off. The small boy wasn't exactly afraid of Mitsuo, though it really unedged him what the older boy was capable of, especially when away from prying eyes. While he headed to the school gates, he tried to put the encounter out of his mind, trying instead to focus on the time he'd be spending with Ren. He wouldn't tell him what transpired, not deeming it important enough to warrant concern and figuring there was nothing Ren could really do about it anyway. It wasn't as if Ren could defend him, as his defense of the older boy might be seen as suspicious; and so long as Momiji did what Mitsuo asked, he didn't really have to worry about receiving any backlash.
  
  Approaching the school gate, Momiji turned just out the gate just in time to see Ren and Sakura talking. The pink haired girl was all over him, hanging on his every word and practically pressuring him into having lunch with him. It was all very desperate and pathetic, though he wasn't really one to talk on the matter in his situation. He didn't have any business with who Ren spent lunch with, and so long as they're relationship remained closed doors and Ren insisted on having an open relationship, he didn't really have a say. Instead, he'd settle for withdrawing into himself, gazing awkwardly at the pair and waiting for Sakura to get lost. Suddenly, however, Ren pulled the girl in for a kiss, effectively shutting her up and subsequently causing Momiji's heart to drop. His hands gripped tightly onto his schoolbag and Momiji felt as if his stomach was twisting in his knots. The whole scene really just made him sick to his stomach.
  
  Momiji did his best to keep his face calm and free of emotion, biting the inside of his cheek so he could prevent any sort of outward reaction. Ren called his attention and the older boy released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Approaching the pair awkwardly, he looked to Ren, his gaze refusing to directly meet his lover's. "Hey... Are you ready for our study session?" he asked, an expertly fake smile curving along his lips. "I made a study guide so I figured we could work on math today. That is, if you're not busy," he suggested, side eyeing Sakura just next to him with a cheery smile. "I'm heading home now if you want to join me."
  
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1191 words
Written July 2017

[senpai dearest]

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• Ryo looked curiously over at Kase as the man laughed as he explained how his mother had stopped him. "What's so funny? I'm surprised she didn't make me bring one out for you too. She spoils you more than her own kids," he commented, looking to Kase with a raised eyebrow. "Seriously surprised she hasn't tried to adopt you yet." Confused for a moment when Kase removed Ryo's arms from around his waist, he grimaced slightly at the man's words. "Geez, really?" He found himself rubbing his shoulder, uncomfortable just at the thought of a dislocated arm.
  
  Obediently hopping off the motorcycle as requested, Ryo watched as Kase opened up a compartment in the bike and put the tote inside. "Woahh. Always wondered how bikers always carried their stuff around." Watching in slight awe, Ryo shook off the look as Kase joked with him. "Hey, I'd say a cute nurse is probably an improvement. That way, it's kinda like fate." Grinning at the idea of it, he slid his arms through the jacket offered up to him with a light "Thanks." A sour look spread on his face at the mention of Hirai, already able to imagine her nagging him over safety issues; or, really just anything in particular. Slipping on the gloves handed to him, Ryo couldn't help but feel like some sort of adventurer, all geared up like he was. Hand on Kase's shoulder, he got on the bike, his feet on the pegs as instructed. Admittedly, he didn't think there'd be so many rules when it came to riding a motorbike as a back-seater; and he was a bit embarrassed to be so unaware, though he wouldn't state so aloud. "Ah, okay. Not too hard..." Thank god he was a quick learner. Ryo wrapped his arms around Kase's waist, nodding his head over the man's shoulder. Listening attentively as Kase continued to explain the rules of the road, he returned the man's gentle smile with one of his own. "I'll follow your lead." Bobbing his head as the other man continued on, Ryo grinned and squeezed him tight. "Alright. Just stick to ya. Got it. No questions here, captain," he assured, giving a cute salute as a signal to Kase that he was ready to continue.
  
  The brakes were released and the bike moved forward, Ryo's grip on Kase's waist slightly tightening as a reflex. The bike continued onto the main road and outside of town, the half an hour they spent on the bike doing well to ease Ryo and calm him. His arms loosened somewhat as he began to relax against Kase's back, feeling somewhat calmed by the warmth emanating from his friend's back. Was that strange...? Come to think of it, when had Kase's shoulders grown so broad? Was he just now noticing this? Wait, why was he thinking about his Kase's back? It was definitely strange... right? Shaking these thoughts out of his head, Ryo decided to turn his head away and just focus on the scenery, looking over the broad fields with a somewhat embarrassed expression. He was only glad Kase was facing the other way and couldn't see the idiotic look on his face, as Ryo knew he would laugh for sure. "The breeze feels nice," he stated, trying his best to get his mind of his previous thoughts. "I can smell the ocean from here..." Smiling dreamily to himself, he continued to chatter on as the pair continued down the road, feeling at ease soon enough. Holding on tightly as Kase curved and swerved along the route there, laughter bubbled up from the redhead's lips, his eyes crinkling in childish amusement. Soon enough, the beach had appeared in this distance and Ryo's quickly pointed his finger ahead excitedly, a broad grin spread upon his face. "There's the beach!" he called out, laughing along with Kase as they quickly approached the seaside.
  
  Finally steering off the main road and onto the beach path, Ryo took in the fresh scent of the sea, now more apparent than before and so very pleasing. The beach was still empty for the most part due to the earliness in the day, making for the rare opportunity that Ryo was actually glad he had risen so early. "The ocean looks pretty," he mused with a cheerful smile, already so very eager to go running in the sand like an excited child and jump in the cool, blue waters.
  
  Once the engine came to a stop, Ryo quickly and carefully hopped off. Freeing himself of the gloves, then his helmet, Ryo quickly patted down his red locks before passing the gear to Kase. As he slipped of the jacket, Ryo nodded along, beaming up at Kase's question. "Yup! It was awesome! So glad you got that bike." Handing over the jacket as well, Ryo intended to take his back as well, though Kase seemed to want to carry it for him. "Hehe, thanks. Just pass it over if it gets heavy." Ready to go? Boy, was that an understatement. "I was born ready. Come on, come on!" Absentmindedly, he reached for Kase's hand, tugging his friend along the path and into the sand, searching for the perfect spot to set their things. "Here's good." Settling for an empty spot on the beach near the rocks and tidepools, Ryo reached in the totebag and pulled out a towel, laying it flat on a spot some distance away from the water. Sitting down, the redhead unzipped his short-sleeved hoodie and pulled off his undershirt, setting them down on the towel and revealing his chest. Ryo was pretty fit, though not particularly muscular, having never put much effort into training his upper body. His skin was a creamy, milky color, covered in scattered freckles from days spent in the sunshine. Looking to Kase while he took off his shoes, the redhead motioned to his own back, patting down on the smooth skin. "Wanna help me out with the sunblock? Definitely don't wanna look like a crab after this."
  
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1010 words
Written July 2017

[senpai dearest]

tab tab ┗──── I KNOW ↷ YOU'RE SOMEWHEREcxF A RcxAWAY ↗
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Sousuke awoke early that morning, the sunlight leaking in through the thick brush surrounding one of the city's shrines. Wincing, the tanned male sat up from his spot on the grass, having slept on nothing but a cardboard box the night before, hidden behind a large, rickety storage shed with his black leather jacket serving as a makeshift blanket. Exhausted, he had barely gotten a wink of sleep the night before, with the cool night breeze creeping just under his skin and his body unused to sleeping on hard, uneven ground. It had only been two days since he had been kicked out of his friend Takuya's apartment, and a day since he had lost his job and received a strange envelope with a train ticket hidden inside.

Thinking to the day before, it was a strange and unexpected turn of luck when Sou had suddenly ran into the woman and white, fresh bruises and cuts scattered across his skin from being beaten by his former friends and coworkers in an alley. It had taken him a while to pull himself from his slumped down position in the dank, dim alleyway. Once he did, he made his way to a public bathroom where he cleaned himself of their betrayal and changed his clothes, dirtied with grime and blood. Once he was clean, Sousuke left the bathroom and wandered the streets for what must have been hours. While he walked block after block, he had tried to make some sense of what his life had become. He had no job to return to, no home, no family, no money, and no prospects. No one would want to hire a man such as himself, with an intimidating demeanor, a yakuza-like tattoo spread across his arm, and beaten and bruised from what they could only assume to be a violent lifestyle. No matter how far he walked and how blistered his feet must have gotten walking along the hot, summer pavement, he had no clue what he was going to do to survive. It was then he bumped into her- the woman in white. Apologies had spilled from both of their mouths, the taller man surprised he hadn't caused the smaller woman to stumble to the ground. After they had both rambled out their rushed apologies, the woman handed him a white envelope, insisting it must have been his. Sousuke looked over the envelope, but found that it wasn't addressed to him. As he turned to hand it back to the woman, he was startled to find she had disappeared, and was a bit paranoid that maybe he had gotten some sort of concussion from the beatdown earlier. He wasn't starting to hallucinate, was he?

The man sighed softly to himself, his curiosity getting the better of him as he looked over the envelope. Unsealing it, Sousuke was confused to find a single train ticket inside. The name of the ticket's recipient was nowhere to be found, and the raven haired man wondered if a gift from god had just been dropped into his lap. There he was with no idea how to survive the upcoming days, and an angel had quite literally run into him and handed him an opportunity for a new life. There was no other way to explain this situation other than destiny- or at the least, that was how Sousuke saw it, and the thought almost made him want to cry tears of relief... He wanted to live, and there was no doubt about that.

Flash forward to present day, Sousuke was more than eager to find out where this ticket would lead him. As he stood up from his resting spot, his back creaking ever so slightly as he did so, the man picked up his duffel bag (or makeshift pillow) and exited the shrine, his heart feeling a hell of a lot lighter than it did the morning before. As he walked toward the location indicated in the parchment included in the envelope, he looked over the train's ticket once more. He found it strange that there was no end destination listed on the ticket, only a departure time and cabin number. "Maybe it's some sort of special offer..." he wondered aloud, slinging the duffel bag over his shoulder as he ventured forward.





It didn't take long for Sousuke to arrive at the station, his jaw dropping quite obviously as he admired the building's grand architecture. "When'd they build this..." he murmured in awe as he entered the station, his eyes darting in every direction to take in his surroundings. He couldn't remember the last time he had been a building as fancy as this. He felt quite out of place, his battered appearance attracting quite a few stares from passersby. As he neared the ticket check, Sousuke was a bit fearful that when he handed over his ticket, his grand opportunity would be taken away from him as soon as it was given. Hesitating a bit, he was surprised as a female employee approached him, asking to take his bag. Obediently, he complied, handing over the bag and assuming she intended to check it for contraband. Instead, she took it with a smile and explained he'd get it back after boarding. Nodding along calmly in understanding, he gave a confused look as she handed him a new bag, packed with brand new clothes and other necessities. "Is this some kind of special offer...? I can't pay for this..." he began timidly, ready to hand them back as things offered to him usually came with a price. "Oh no sir, it's free. Everyone with a ticket gets one. They'll fit you fine, don't worry." He was unsure how to respond as she promptly shoved the bag back into his arms and left his side to attend to another incoming passenger. "That's not what I'm worried about..." Sighing softly, it didn't even occur to him to worry about the fact that the woman was aware of his clothing size...

Moving onto the ticket check with ticket in hand, he handed it over with a calm expression, though he was nervous as all hell. Thankfully, the ticket check didn't seem phased at all, punching the ticket and marking it with the number 0006 in colored ink. Gratefully taking it as it was handed back to him along with a couple of free vouchers, Sousuke gave the ticket man - Ace - a polite nod and continued into the station's center. By this point, he was resisting the urge to cry from the sheer generosity already shown to him. Never in his life had he received such good treatment, especially when it came at no obvious cost. Feeling quite filthy from a night spent on little more than cardboard and dirt, Sousuke immediately made a move for the public bathroom, scrubbing himself clean and thoroughly enjoying the hot shower. As he finished up, he watched with a small, amused expression as a young child fought gallantly against the soap dispenser, before moving on into the dressing area. The new clothes he tried on fit like a glove, and he settled for a thin, white sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, figuring they would work best to hide the bruises scattered along his upperbody. After brushing his teeth and patting a towel over his locks, he neglected to brush his hair as he left the bathroom, his neck-length locks still partly damp and tousled messily around his visage.

Heading to the food court, excited at the prospect of a piping hot -and free- meal, Sousuke seemed to walk right into a rush hour as a large crowd formed and he bumped into a few people. Apologizing continuously as he trudged through the crowd, bag held tightly to his side, he was taken aback as he collided straight on with a small teenage girl, unintentionally sending her to the floor. "Ah!! I'm sorry, so sorry..." He apologised profusely, bending down to help the girl to her feet once more. He looked apologetically to the man with her, who he could only assume to be her brother, as he looked far too young to be her father. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you..." he commented, looking down to the younger girl, his brows furrowed in worry. "Are you alright? The crowd was getting really thick. I'm sorry..." His hurried and anxious words didn't suit his rugged appearance, sharp golden eyes scanning the girl for any bodily injury. "You're not hurt, are you? I'll make sure to watch more closely where I'm walking next time..." he commented, bowing respectfully to the two of them and earnestly hoping they'd let it slide.

tab tab ┗──── MENTIONS ◣ tab simon, ace, raymond, sophia*
tab tab ┗──── LOCATION ◣ tab station center ↷ showers ↷ station center*
tab tab ┗──── COMPANY ◣ tab sophia and raymond*
tab tab ┗──── OUTFIT ◣ tab oufit*




1448 words
Written July 2017

[senpai dearest]

Baek Jae-woo flinched as his phone vibrated once more in the midst of the soft classroom chatter. While it was a study period, many of the students were socializing or cracking jokes. Jae-woo, on the other hand, had a textbook cracked open along with a notebook beside it, readying himself to study in all seriousness. Well, he would have been studying, if not for the constant buzz of his phone. Sighing, Jae-woo set it face up on the table, looking over the preview messages. There, on the glass screen, 20 text messages from his girlfriend, So-Min, laid waiting to be opened and read.

A hand rose to rub his temple in quiet irritation and distess. What was bothering her now? What little act from him did she have to complain about and criticize him for? His thumb hoevered over the screen, hesitating top open them. He wanted to focus on his work, but he knew ignoring So-Min would just make her more upset later on. Unlocking his home screen and taking the phone into his hand, Jae-Woo leaned back in his chair as he scrolled through the messages. So-Min had started off with a “where are you?” before migrating into messages about her friend Mi-Sook, whose boyfriend had downloaded love alarm and reaffirmed his love through the app.

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Sighing heavily, Jae-Woo set his phone face down and rubbed his eyes tiredly. It wasn’t even that far in the day and already he was exhausted. He had a headache, and even as the professor dismissed the class for the day and students began to file out, Jae-Woo sat there. Quietly, he laid his head on the table, trying to ease his stomach, which had begun to twist painfully in anxiety. After a moment, he breathed in and gathered himself. He couldn’t fall apart here. Grabbing his bag and collecting his belongings, Jae-Woo headed out of the classroom.

As he left campus, his feet brought him naturally toward Aeji Cafe. He’d been going to that cafe almost every day since he had moved to Daegu. It was almost like a second home to him. A comfort zone. A safe place. And he needed to feel relief right now. He needed somewhere to come up from these low feelings of his. Truthfully… Jae-Woo didn’t love So-Min as strongly as he originally thought he did. His feelings for her were strong at the beginning, but they were fleeting and faded quickly. He remained loyal and dedicated however, wanting things to work. He wanted SOMETHING to work in his life. Even as she began showing the childish and bratty sides of herself, he stuck through things. Bearing with it, because maybe the problem was him… Maybe he just needed to better himself for her.

It bothered him as the days went on, however. How much of himself would he have to change until So-Min was satisfied? How much would he have to give up before she was out of little things to nitpick at?

Approaching the cafe, Jae-Woo entered with a blank expression, a small jingle at the door announcing his enterance. He looked around a moment before spotting Seong-Hwa cleaning a table not too far off. Almost as if on cue, the other’s gaze met his and Jae-Woo gave a genuine smile and small wave. The sight of his friend was a refreshing change to the day. Looking to the left, Jae-Woo found his usual seat near the window empty. Settling down, he set his bag on the floor and looked out of the window, his expression clearly troubled. He’d always had a difficult time hiding his expression when upset and Seong-Hwa must have known, as he came up not too long after with a Café Au Lait in hand and a slice of cake. Surprised, he smiled softly and gave a small laugh.

“What’s all this? You’ve perfectly memorized my orders by now, huh?” Jae-Woo joked, though his heart warmed at such a small thing. Seong-Hwa could probably tell by his orders by his mood by now. Jae-Woo was always one to spontaneously order things on the menu, wanting to try everything once. However, on days he felt off, or tired, or just plain stressed, he’d always order a Café Au Lait. The other sat next to him and for a moment, Jae-Woo just held the coffee cup in between has hands, taking in the warmth before looking down at the coffee. “Pft-! What’s this???” He laughed aloud, looking at the foam art in the coffee. On the surface, a strange looking face floated, looking up at him. “I hope this isn’t the art of the day,” he said with a smile, looking to his friend.

Looking down at the art once more, he was quiet for a moment before speaking. “So… you can tell, huh? I’m feeling… a little troubled today,” he admitted, knowing he wasn’t capable of hiding his feelings from Seong-Hwa. “Relationships are hard,” he said, with a short, weak laugh. “Hearing about my love life will probably be rather boring though,” he said, looking to Seong-Hwa.

847 words
Written Jan. 2020

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  Munch munch munch. Chewing softly, Dae-Hyun sat in the cool grass, munching on a fish-shaped pastry from a stand that had been set up on campus. Sighing happily at the sweet red bean filling, the silver-haired boy pulled out his phone. Leaning back a bit, he held the pastry out, putting it into focus on his camera app. The portion where it’s eyes had been were now missing, bitten and leaving it blind. “Hm~ this will make Hannam smile,” he mused to himself, thumbing the shutter button. Frowning, he sighed at the preview. All he could see was a tan-colored blob surrounded by green. Were his hands really that unsteady? Or did his camera just suck? “Ahh~ It’s blurry again,” he whined, laying back on the fresh grass and taking another bite of his pastry. He had resigned himself to being talentless at taking photographs. In his mind, this was fine, however. He’d always have Hannam to take nicer ones for him…
  
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  Dae-Hyun sat up quickly as his phone set off immediately after thinking that, the familiar IKON ringtone already giving away the caller’s identity. Wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater, the man swallowed before accepting the call, already smiling and excited to talk to his most precious person. “Hello? Hannam?” ''D...Dae....?'' With just the call of his name, Dae-Hyun could tell something was wrong. The smile he initially wore when answering the call was gone. There was something bothering Hannam. They had been together long enough that Dae-Hyun could tell. “Where are you?”
  
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  “Haah, haah…” Breathing heavily, Dae-Hyun glanced around the grassy knoll that Dannam had given as his location. He had run there, or rather, tried to run there, not wanting Hannam to be kept waiting too long. Wiping away that sweat that had begun to drip from his brow, Dae-Hyun surveyed the area, finding the silver-haired male sitting on a bench. Waiting a moment to catch his breath, he could already tell by the man’s slumped shoulders and expressions that he was riddled with anxiety today. Approaching, Dae-Hyun softly reached out, his hands softly cupping the other man’s face. “Hannam… what’s wrong?” he asked, looking down into those blue-grey orbs.
  
  Quietly, Dae-Hyun listened on as the other ranted on about his girlfriend and how exhausted he felt. It could read in his face: the dark circles, hazy look in his eyes. He needed to rest. How could she not see that?! “I don’t know why you’re still with her Hannam. She shouldn’t be treating you like this!” Dae-Hyun exclaimed, a bit of anger and frustration beginning to bubble inside him. What a goddamn brat. “Look at how stressed you are Hannam. You can’t seriously still want to date her after this, right?” Silence followed between them and Dae-Hyun felt his stomach twist. What was so good about someone like her? Someone who obviously didn’t care enough to find out what was bothering him. Someone who didn’t love him… not like he did.
  
  Finally, the taller man stood up, rubbing his temple tiredly. “It’ll be ok Dae. If I just apologize-” “No!” He shouted, without the intention to do so, surprising both himself and Hannam. Breathing in sharply, he took a step closer, looking up at his friend pleadingly. “It’s- It’s not right, how she treats you Hannam. Please… break up with her.” “Dae… I- I can’t.” Frustrated, his heart racing and his thoughts a mess, Dae-Hyun instinctively did the one thing he could do to get his feelings across. Rising up onto his tiptoes, a hand raised to Hannam’s cheeks, his eyes closing as he leaned in for a kiss and-
  
  A hand stopped him, another pushing him backward. Losing his balance, Dae-Hyun fell back onto the stone pavement bottom-first, grimacing as his a** took the impact. Blinking, he looked up at Hannam, his expression one of… disgust? Anger? … Both? Dae-Hyun couldn’t tell. “What the hell Dae… Y-You… you’re one of those…” Dae-Hyun’s eyes widened, panic setting in as he realized the full extent of his actions. What had he done? “W-wait, Hannam, please…” The other stepped away as Dae-Hyun reached a pleading hand toward him. “Please.. I love you…” he breathed out shakily, tears beginning to sting at his eyes and flow down his cheeks. The dark expression that followed would engrain itself in his memory, as well as the image of Hannam fleeing after that fateful confession. “s**t…” He laughed pitifully as he felt his cheeks grow wet.
  
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  In the moments after Dae-Hyun’s utter rejection, he had attempted to call Hannam 15 times before succumbing to text messages. No answer. No response. And after the umteenth attempt, he received a response, though not from Hannam. The number you are attempting to reach has blocked contact. Dae-Hyun stared at his phone, trying so hard not to let the tears overflow once more. He bit his lip, shutting his eyes and trying to be hopeful. This was Hannam, he’d done this before. He’d take a few days and come back and everything would be fine again. Everything would be fine. Everything would be fine. It’ll be fine… right? Breathing out, he stood up from the bench he had been glued to for the past half hour and walked. And walked. And walked. He hadn’t planned on going anywhere in particular, but resuming classes for the day was definitely out of the question. He doubted he’d even be able to suffer through one of them in the state he was in now. He couldn’t go home or to Aeji Cafe… Seong-Hwa would immediately tell something was wrong and… he didn’t want to be spoiled or touched right now.
  
  Leaving the campus, Dae-Hyun’s attention was captured by a nearby cafe. Luna Cafe. Peeking in the window, the place was decorated with cat decor and while Dae-Hyun wasn’t interested in eating, he certainly had an interest in the cats waiting to be played with in the back. After entering, Dae-Hyun bought a ticket to enter the back lounge with the cats, quietly entering and settling down gently so as not to scare off the cats. Slowly, they began to approach, one rubbing up against his back while another sniffed at his fingers. While he didn’t really want to be touched right now, he’d certainly make an exception for the furry creatures. Softly, he ran his fingers along the fur of one of the cats, smiling as it lifted it’s head into his palm. “Hey… Kitty, shall I tell you about my day?” he asked, a sad, far off look in his eyes. “Today, I confessed… And it went about as well as I thought it would.” Softly, his finger scritched at its ear before moving to pet its back. “You’re lucky. People come in all day just to spend time with you… but me… now I have no one…” he commented, releasing another pathetic laugh before gritting his teeth, his eyes stinging and his heart aching.
  


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Written Feb. 2020

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