P3: Akihiko, Fuuka, Mitsuru

Odin silently sliding his last report to Leo with a pout. "Sorry Milord! I am not perfectly suited for you!!!"

Oh no, now he's sniffing-

[ bingo cards ; accepting ]

"Oh gods." He hasn't expected Odin to fill one out, but here it is, slapped onto his desk. And now Odin is about to cry because he isn't perfect. "Just because it's not perfect on paper, that doesn't mean it isn't perfect in reality. How many of my perfect plans on paper have blown up in my face? I believe you are perfect for me, regardless of what a paper says."

Lorenz had spent the past hour sharing his poetry with Byleth. Not many had sat through more than one poem, especially after talking about the inspiration for each one. But, there they sat.

Here they're still sitting, encouraging him even. He tilts his head in confusion for a moment, before collecting himself. "Of course, one does not become the future heir to Gloucester without a few talents. Not only skill in combat or leadership, but in the arts too. I must be well-rounded."

"Are you posing?" Yusuke asks. He remembers the time they had stood in that church, posing similarly. That isn't quite it, though. Wait, those arms outstretched - this is a hug.

He could reject it - it's been a while since he's been held. Perhaps by one of Madarame's kinder students, a long time ago, but Yusuke can't really remember. It had been a while and, well, a hug might be nice.

He hesitates, unsure for a moment, before going for it. It's odd at first, a tangle of bony limbs. Then it's the warmth that takes hold, all consuming. The awareness of another form pressed against him, around him. Yusuke squeezes, taking in the new feelings. It's like a jolt of electricity moving across his skin, deep into his bones. It's too much, yet he never wants to let go.

“I’m groomed enough, though maybe not as much as your average noble.” Their current hair cut? Mercenary dagger style.

See me in detention. — @blairscorned

[ i'm not meme hunting ; accepting ]

"But you will leave eventually."

It's not said accusingly. Akira's time in Shibuya is temporary. That sort of temporary arrangement is beautiful in a way, but mostly heartbreaking. One should grip opportunity while it's still there, to avoid the what ifs. Yusuke tries, but the question still plays on him.

Squiggly circles = sort of and not counted for lines

Neither I nor Constance have witnessed Lorenz’s poetry nor do we wish to. — @blairscorned

“Ah, I see you have found one of the cards I have passed around. How delightful.” He smiles, taking the card from her. “You don’t enjoy my poetry? I suppose I will have to read you some I have written about you to change your mind. If you enjoy other poetry, I’m certain you’ll enjoy mine.”

They could have had a line but she’d have to tie him to the bed and physically force him to be lazy. — @blairscorned

“Ooh, Hubert!” She plucks the card from his hand, delighted. “I made it all cute and you smudged it with black ink. Couldn’t you have used the nice pink I left out for you?” Ugh, this is why she doesn’t try!