★Mr.Muscle, at your service.

that look

That’s not cool Tumblr and you know it, you’re basically forcing people to agree to this bullcrap. 

because they will let you use their service if you agree to their terms

"Why are you forcing me to agree to this? You’re only giving me one option!"

This is SO cool that I just had to share.

"Now, what should I do with you now?"  he said playfully as his back was pummled with petite fists.

"Will this surfice as an apology?" he coo’d in her ear.

"I, uh… Probably. Depends on how much I like it." Gou frowned and went to take the cake from him.

"Hello to you, too, Gou." he replied with a smile, watching her feel his arms, looking slightly disgruntled look on her face. "If you let me in, I’ll take off my jacket." he said with a chuckle.

                    “‘s Kou,” she sloppily retorted, shooting a glare                       in Seijuurou’s direction. For someone so fast in the                       water, he sure was taking his sweet time getting into                       the house. An attempt to shove his large body inwards                       is failed; Gou ended up waving at empty space.                        The small drink on the table reminded Gou of why he                        was there.  To drink with her, obviously.  "Oh no, I                        don’ think we have anymooore vodka.  I think                        Hana-chan took it.  I’m soooooooooo sorry.”  What                        a disappointing host she was.  Here Seijuurou was,                        (in her drunk mind) expecting her to play bartender when                        she hadn’t even made the drinks herself.  "Don’ be mad                        but we might have drank them all.  Oopsie.”  She                        plopped onto the floor for added effect.  Or maybe that                        was because her legs felt extra wobbly tonight.

A few minutes later, he returned to Gou. She had drank the water, and was now just staring into the empty glass yet again.

Guinea Pigs are natural swimmers, but have to be introduced to the water slowly so they don’t panic

The life of a Guinea Pig is 200% panic 

its a clear sign that there’s a place deep in my heart for u

He knew he was in no position to be whining, but damn! 

 When he finally got to his stop, he thanked the driver and hopped off the bus. He checked his phone one last time before jogging to Gou’s house. It wasn’t far from the bus stop, so he was there in no time. He knocked on the front door, and waited for a response. He fidgetted on the spot, waiting.

                    The hallways was way longer than Gou had                     ever remembered. And when did the floor                     become so slippery? Whatever. The doorbell                     was ringing loudly. Too loudly. Off she went                     to shut it up.                     The door was more or less thrown open, Gou                     past the point of caring for politeness and formalities.                     She gave a shaky wave before stumbling forward                     into Mikoshiba’s body.  "Heeeeeeello muscles."                     The jacket was very in the way, but she would make                     do with what she could, very obviously running her                     hands along Seijuurou’s arms.                      ”Cuddle.  Now.”  Someone was a demanding drunk.

"Hello to you, too, Gou." he replied with a smile, watching her feel his arms, looking slightly disgruntled look on her face. "If you let me in, I'll take off my jacket." he said with a chuckle.

He knew he was in no position to be whining, but damn! 

"No, I just… got a bit mad." he said, resting his head in his hands. "He was bullying my brother for money." his body tensed, remembering. He was very protective of his little bro.

Relief fell over Seijuuro. Good, she was safe. But, her being home alone worried him a bit. Last time he was drunk on his own, he woke up in the fridge. That was not a pleasant experience. He knew Gou wouldn’t be as daft as him, but you can never predict the actions of a drunk.

                      [Text to: Mikoshiba-buchou]: I waaaawannnnna                       cuddllle!!!!!!!!!1 hnaa flet meeeeeeee pls comme                       overr but deon”t tellel onichhan also imm sleeppy                       aanddn i cneed wtater nand annother drink !

 When he finally got to his stop, he thanked the driver and hopped off the bus. He checked his phone one last time before jogging to Gou's house. It wasn't far from the bus stop, so he was there in no time. He knocked on the front door, and waited for a response. He fidgetted on the spot, waiting.

"—?!"  Of all the people Nagisa would have suspected to do this sort of thing, Samezuka’s former captain was not one of them.  ”M-Mikoshiba-san?”

"Nagisa, hello!" Seijuuro beamed, his voice booming happily. "I was going for a surprise attack. I'm guessing it worked?" he just couldn't keep his hands to himself recently.

He knew he was in no position to be whining, but damn! 

"No, I just... got a bit mad." he said, resting his head in his hands. "He was bullying my brother for money." his body tensed, remembering. He was very protective of his little bro.

"I’m gonna pretend you’re Gou, hope you don’t mind." he teased, kissing back, pulling Rin closer to him by the waist.

"Don’t you dare" the red head jumped a llittle when he was pulled closer.

"You can't be too mad," he teased, watchingg Rin's face turn redder and redder. "Because you aren't pushing me away."