D r o w n i n g

Of course, that didn’t happen so he just kept on playing with whatever he could at his desk. There were papers and pens and plastic things abound. He tried making out origamis with stickynotes only to realize how stupid that is since the wads of paper kept clumping together and most decidedly not folding in the ways that he wanted them to. Tenka probably should have given this up altogether, but he was really trying to kill the boredom.

Then of course, he had the bright idea to call the boys. Sure, they would probably still be in class or whatever, but sometimes kids answered their phones didn’t they? Then again, Soramaru would probably ignore the hell out of him and Chuutarou was always taught not to pick it up unless he was sure there was an emergence, and it was never an emergency unless someone was going to pick him up so…Tenka groaned and laid back in his chair ready to throw a tantrum.

Until he heard the hissing from the doorway along with a screech that was decidedly inhuman. One of his brows quirked up as he sat there, narrowing his eyes at the door. Just what the hell was going on out there? He couldn’t tell what was going on while the door was closed, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to either.

Of course, there was still the matter of getting the fear-scaring-prank down before he could even think about taking of the costume. From the clattering of papers and pens and things that would be about the desk he wasn’t far from where he started, as his office was somewhat in the near vicinity. 

After knocking one of the delinquents down, Soma glanced at the other white-haired male from the corner of his eyes; there was blood running down his cheeks, yet he still managed to swiftly evade the delinquents’ attack. He definitely can take care of himself without Soma’s help.

A gentle breeze on his right side shifted Soma’s attention back to his own surroundings, only to find a delinquent had swung his metal bat onto Soma’s head. Fortunately he had ducked his head by a split-second, only to land his fist on the attacker’s abdomen. Blood immediately sputtered from the teen’s mouth, several droplets of them splattered on the dark-skinned male cheeks.

Annoying. 

Running a thumb across his cheek to wipe what blood trickled, he clicked his tongue watching the delinquents stumble backwards. Moving quickly attack before another cut could be landed onto his face or anywhere else. There was already enough his own blood on his clothing.

Shirasu briefly looked to the dark-skinned male for moment as he kept a foot placed about the delinquents shoulder, he almost offered help but it seemed like he was definitely capable alone without any of it. 

"Why is it that you always answer my questions with more questions? Would it kill you to ever just give me a straight answer?" Tenka looked up at Shirasu, grinning before laughing himself. He did remember what it was like to be as young as Chuutarou and Soramaru, asking his parents questions that he probably shouldn’t have asked and getting into all sorts of trouble for it. Those days were golden, but now it was his brothers’ turns in order to make that same sort of trouble.

"Why not? If that were the case I would already be in the grave, so no." Shirasu arched a brow at Tenka, only wondering what it could have been that was so funny but made him crack a smile at it. "What? Was I supposed to tell them something important? I told them to ask you when they came up all the complicated ones, you are suppose to be the wise brother after all." 

The second he saw the white-haired male shifting his position to sneak behind using Soma’s arrival, the tanned-skin male could feel his jaw tightened. Well, it wasn’t like they knew each other. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that the guy would actually bail out while the delinquents are starting to close in to him.

He kept his demeanor calm as it charge at him, taking a single step back as if readying himself to catch an opening in the attack. Maneuvering around the attack thrown at him, not wasting anytime to place a kick hard enough to toss him into another that was surrounding the tan-skinned male but that only brought the two upon him. Some experience coming to an advantage; the speed enough to keep the newly brought weapon grazing his cheek instead of hitting its mark. 

"I can’t stop it though, he’s so cute. Usually when you see something really cute you wanna squeeze it till it’s eyes pop out right? Isn’t that a normal sort of feeling? Not like I would actually squeeze Ginta’s eyes out, because then you’d have to sew it back on, but you get what I mean I’m sure…"

Tenka pinched at the bear’s cheeks now, smiling and cooing at it before leaving it at his side as he reached for more liquor. He was a little red in the face now, from both the remembrance of things past as well as the intoxication slipping through him, but he was feeling fuzzy and quite enjoyable and therefore just kept on drinking and drinking until he realized they were surely near the final drops.

"I believe its only supposed to be figuratively, not literal. Perhaps if you wish to murder the poor thing that happens to be cute? You might hug him too tight one of these days. I'll sew two giant x's on him for eyes if that happens. I do, surely in some way." 

It was only a matter of time until the bottle was completely gone and Shirasu could almost assume that time would be shortly coming around, if not already had. He could watch somewhat amused at the other's red face as he slipped into intoxication. 

I’ll generate a number between 1-45 and my character will answer a love-related headcanon question (romantic and platonic present).

Or you can look below the cut and send a number of your choosing that you would like answered. 

*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.

FOR AMIGOS;

“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”

“You were right. As per usual.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”

“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”

“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”

“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”

“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”

“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”

“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”

“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”

“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”

“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”

“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”

“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”

“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”

“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”

“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”

“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”

“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”

“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”

“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”

“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”

“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”

“How much money do you have on you?”

“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”

“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”

“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

FOR LOVERS;

“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”

“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”

“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”

“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”

“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”

“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”

“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”

“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”

“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”

“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”

“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”

“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”

“My dog licks better than you do.”

“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”

“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”

“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”

“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”

“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”

“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”

“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”

“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”

“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”

“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”

“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”

“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”

“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”

“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”

FOR TEXTERS;

[text] This is upsetting my poop.

[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.

[text] So it involves feces and large birds.

[text] She said that to you? Why?

[text] Please come back. I miss you.

[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?

[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.

[text] …did you just send me a nude?

[text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.

[text] I don’t know why I said that.

[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.

[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.

[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?

[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.

[text] Please. I need this so badly.

[text] I trust you completely.

[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.

[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.

[text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.

[text] I will not get you donuts.

[text] Please? I love you.

[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.

[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.

[text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.

[text] You’re cute.

[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.

[text] Fuck off.

"The last thing I want is for Ginta’s head to fall off! But then again, if it does I’ll have no one to blame but you. Since you’re the one who wanted that to happen. I see the looks you give him." Tenka however withdrew the bear from his clutches, after all he was practically strangling it. If Ginta was alive, his eyes would have been clawed along with the rest of him; he knew that now.

"Then you shouldn't squeeze him so hard. If I wanted that to happen, I would have already lopped off the bears head. What looks?" Shirasu gave a look of faux-bemusement to the comments toward the bear, feeling bad ever so slightly to the condition of the poor bear's neck distorted in a way from the death grip it was in. 

He walked along the shores, being careful not to be too close to the waters for fear of being swept away - something similar had happened to one of his friends, and he didn’t particularly enjoyed watching them struggle and being able to do almost nothing. But the beach itself was fine - he drew a careful line through the sand with his shoe, marveling at the beauties of nature. It was a natural thing for Haru to sink deep into his thoughts when by himself in a place full of water, and now was no exception. His thoughts drifted towards the sand itself, and he stared at it fervently, wondering where they came from.

"Do you think every grain of sand has a story?" 

Keeping his shoes tied together by the laced around his arm as he walked the sand not to far from the shoreline, to his feet dry or if the tide got too high; tripped up and pulled into the water. Swimming was not on the list things to be done in the current moment. The words of a question reached his ears as he strode closer to the stranger sitting in the sand, slowing down his steps even stopping to think on the very question lingering there.