B R E A K !

—        FIVE  SIMILARITIES   .

we’re roughly the same height!

both pretty in denial about not being straight up until about 18~19.

naturally have dark brown hair.

no real special talents, pretty average.

impulsive, lack of attention span, big dumb adhd bitches who manage to succeed thru school thru sheer luck most of the time

—         FIVE  DIFFERENCES  .

i’ve been surrounded by people who insist they’ve experienced the supernatural pretty much my whole life, and even when they’ve said they experienced it WHILE i was around, i never experienced any of it (like my dad would hear things and i wouldn’t hear them, etc)

i’m sorry komaru but i don’t think i could ever fall for someone like fukawa. love that girl but i could Not

komaru is close with her older brother whereas i barely know my brother aside from surface level stuff

she’s much more badass and physically inclined. i’m a lazy lump

i do not care for idols and she ADORES them

tagged by: @punchrolled​ some bitch

It’s not that these kinds of accusations are uncommon as much as Tenko is completely unprepared for them. Even now, how is she supposed to react, when Komaru is accusing her of being something that she so definitely isn’t? It’s ridiculous. Where could this girl have possibly gotten that idea from?

“There’s nothing to support!” As Komaru leans in, Tenko flinches away, hands raised in a defensive stance. “You’re jumping to conclusions so suddenly! It’s not what you’re thinking! It isn’t! Tenko swears it!” The idea of it… Tenko supports girls loving girls as much as anyone else ( maybe even moreso, given it means there’s no males to break hearts in a relationship like that! ) but the idea of herself being a lesbian… it’s so fundamentally wrong. “Tenko’s not - Tenko’s not denying anything! Or, she is denying this, but only because it’s wrong!”

“B-Besides, isn’t it a bit hypocritical to accuse Tenko of something like this?” Oh, wait a second. Is it Tenko’s turn to fling accusations, here? “Just because you play for the other team doesn’t mean every other girl does… as good as that would be for them to not be interested in boys.” Ah. 

“HUUUH?”

komaru’s shocked cry is enough to cause a few passersby to look in their direction. her face pales, and then flushes, as she lowers her voice to a whisper. she’s still leaning in, though this time it’s just so tenko can hear her.

“i don’t-- i like boys!” she claims. “just because i’ve never had a real life crush... doesn’t mean i’m a-- i’m a--” wow, she can’t even say the word. that’s pretty pathetic.

       wow – this girl is DUMB. celestia cannot HELP the thought from passing through her mind as she looks at komaru trying to PROVE she isn’t a ghost. it is impressive in a SAD way. still, her mild amusement becomes lesser as she continues. 

            “ of course i DO – i’m a gambler, it is to be expected that i have bad energy, no? “

     she certainly does not like the implication of nasty things following her – a GHOST from her past. but mostly, she does not like the implication of this girl being able to see it. what else could it show her? a flash in the gambler’s mind of fire and rebirth. the LAST thing she needs is someone finding out her truth. and so it sets in STONE how she must behave. 

     a small FROWN on porcelain features – a CHILLY gaze. not the friendly sort at the best of times but now she TRULY is trying to push the other away. 

          “ why should i BELIEVE you actually see something? i sincerely believe this is you trying to INSULT me. people who make me ANGRY end up f - rank. “

“uh...... f- rank?” komaru has no idea what celestia is talking about, of course. she’s intimidated by the other girl, but not enough to back away and give up. what’s the worst that can happen, right? it’s not like celestia’s gonna have her murdered or anything.

right?

they look … amused, more than anything else, head tipping slowly to the side as she cries out, loud enough to draw curious eyes their way. interesting. for her to have that kind of flinch reaction … shinguuji wonders what that dread comes from. what she sees in sister to incur it. 

their fingers rest delicately close to the line of their mask, and for a moment, they’re just … staring at her, like a mountain cat lazily evaluating an animal that crosses its path, deciding whether it is worth the effort of chasing it. slowly, their fingers curl, and they slip their thin wrist out of her grasp, dropping their hand. 

‘ my body is our body, ‘ they hum, sounding almost … it is something beyond content. something like blissful. ‘ it is as much hers as it is mine, yes? i owe her so much. ‘ they laugh softly, arms curling around themselves in some facsimile of a hug, and komaru can see the way sister’s ghostly arms dissipate into theirs, hugging them through their own body. 

‘ i offered her it in its entirety, you know. but she did not want it, without me. she has always been so kind … ‘ 

the thing following him around is not kind. when mortal beings die, their essence is released from the confines of their body... they assume a shape far more natural to them, one that cannot lie about their true nature. komaru can see just how ghastly this spirit is. all she can do is wonder how shinguuji can’t see it themself.

she needs to be careful here. maybe sister can’t hurt her (or maybe she can, and komaru is loathe to find out) but she can certainly do damage to shinguuji. komaru doesn’t know the anthropologist very well at all, but she can’t stand to let anybody be hurt on her watch.

it’s  INSULTING,    for  her  name  to  be  included  in  a  list  along  with  the  likes  of  HIFUMI.    as  much  as  she  loves  her  precious  classmates,    the  mangaka  is  a  cretin  that  junko  would  crush  underneath  her  heel  if  he  even  LOOKED  at  her  the  wrong  way.    but  her  smile  doesn’t  waver  in  the  slightest.    what  kind  of  starlet  would  she  be  if  she  disappointed  her  fans,    after  all ?

laughter  sings  from  her  lips,    and  she’s  shaking  her  head,    pigtails  swishing  around  on  her  shoulders.    ❛  it’s  really  not  THAT  big  of  a  deal.    we’re  all  on  the  same  league !    and  you –  ❜    she  reaches  out,    her  fingers  taking  a  lock  of  komaru’s  hair  and  pushing  it  behind  her  ear.    ❛  – you  fit  righ t in !    you  have  SUCH  pretty  eyes,    you  know.    you  could  get  so  many  followers  on  insta,    showcasing  those  pretty  things.  ❜

her  smile  looks  so  genuine,    as  she  tilts  her  head  to  the  side.    a  terrible,    awful  wolf  framed  in  sheep’s  clothing.

komaru’s blush deepens, drawn out by the sensation of the other girl’s fingers playing with her hair. she’s never met anyone so forward before; should she be embarrassed or intrigued? she almost takes a step back, but only because she’s actually rather ashamed of how much she enjoys the attention.

“H-Hold on!” Every root and strand of hair over the 77-A student’s body strikes upright, body paralyzed at the sudden body appearing and jumping back. Her arms automatically raise, bracing and crossing over her chest in preparation for whatever was to come. A shakey breath struggles through chattering teeth.

Sophie couldn’t help but wonder if these circumstances were fate reprimanding her. To avoid the ‘popular’ routes on the school campus meant that the foot traffic and amounts of bodies that she might’ve witnessed were removed from her list of anxieties. With all the fuss, noise, and potential to touch, the junior found herself finding alternatives. Spending countless days choosing alternative routes, never walking the same one twice in a week, she thought this was all well thought of…..Until now.

Well, today’s predicament came through curiosity and suspicion. Anyone in the right mind wouldn’t venture into the old school building, then again, ‘Mad Hatter’ Sophie seemed to an exception to that rule. Rumors weren’t her cup of tea – yet, something dark and unsettling lingered and occupied the campus. Several reserve courses students, despite the Academy’s prestige, had some concerning utterances and gossip that rattled her thoughts.

And what was a better way to alleviate these nerves by investigating it herself?

”Miss, please, I’m not a spirit!” The younger hatter waves her upwards. However, it was a moment’s pause as she absorbs the fact that she may indeed look like a spirit. Sickly form and tendency to lurk, maybe she did look like death. Maybe if her hairs fully grayed out through the hair dye, then she’ll complete the look.

“I promise that I’m not a specter from a previous class. All that you see is flesh, blood, and alive,” she rushed to explain, hoping the rationale would implore the other to avoid a swing of her arm.

komaru paused in what would have been the first part of her spiritual assault, backing away. “...huh?” she blinked her green eyes, taking in the appearance of the girl in front of her. she’s definitely not a spirit, as she claims... she’s not really japanese either, though. maybe she’s one of the foreign exchange students they get here on occasion, like that princess in class 77?

komaru immediately stiffens into an apologetic bow, bending at the waist. she thinks this girl is older than her, so it’s best to be polite. “i’m so sorry! i was looking for ghosts, and nobody else is around, so i thought...” she straightens back up, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “i shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. this place has me so on edge...”

liking this DOESN’T mean we are automatically shipping now. it just means i can send you slightly shippy stuff without making you uncomfortable, and we can kind of test the waters out by steering things in a more romantic direction, potentially. i prefer to feel things out before i dive right into a ship, usually.

komaru’s super oblivious AND super in the closet for a while, so most romances with her are slow burn. (it’s also just what i like to write– i love the before part as much as i love the after)

if you’re just looking for a strong platonic bond, don’t give this a like. not because i’m not interested in things like that (because i very much am), but because this is intended for more of the romantic stuff.

we must be mutuals for me to consider shipping with you. i prefer to ship with muns who are 18+ for the sake of my own comfort. not because i wanna get into the dirty nasty stuff but just because… idk, when you’re 23 sometimes it feels weird to be writing romance stuff with somebody who’s only 16? it’s just a personal preference of mine. it’s a preference, not a hard rule, but if you’re under 18 then any shipping stuff we do is gonna be strictly innocent stuff. i don’t write ns/fw w komaru anyway!

It’s always something wonderful, for a girl to want to spend time with Chabashira. Komaru’s presence is very much a welcome one, and that alone catches her interest. It’s always important to listen, when a girl is talking to her! If there was any ever doubt that Chabashira might stop listening, it’s completely diminished at the mention of the idols. 

“Ah! Tenko’s very much familiar with Maizono-san’s group!” Oh, does she admire performers. It just… doesn’t seem like the implications of Komaru’s words sink in right away. “Tenko thinks that all of the girls in her group are cute, though! Are they really doing autographs? Are they really?” … Wait.

Chabashira is not the brightest cookie in the batch, and when it comes to reading between the lines or sarcasm, she has a track record for being awful with it. Still, it’s almost comically obvious when she does realize what it is that Komaru’s trying to do, here. 

“… Eh?” Heat rushes to her cheeks much too quickly. “W-Wait a second, date? Forbidden romance…?! Are you trying to imply something weird?” 

komaru stares tenko down as she sputters and her face flushes. wow, she still looks cute, even like this! when she finishes speaking, ending on that last word, komaru, too, is unsettled, quickly putting up her hands defensively.

“n-no! it’s not weird! girls liking girls is totally natural! i totally support you, tenko-chan!” ah, yes, komaru, the “straight ally”. she’s definitely never admired a girl’s figure, or her legs, or her pretty face. she definitely wasn’t just now thinking that the shade of red tenko was turning is pretty. those are all normal things to think about other girls! nothing weird at all!

Sensitivity

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

Exhibitionism

There’s a strand in your nature which loves making an impression – perhaps with your clothes, or conversation, or in a self-revealing blog or a novel. You like to dramatise yourself, to pose as a unique, perhaps mysterious person, to joke or exaggerate your part in adventures. Though you might more than once have been called a show off, it is actually a generous tendency: you want to please and entertain others. It could be the start of good teaching and leadership.

Playfulness

You are good at seeing what’s funny, at relaxing and finding the pleasure of the moment. Play is random, whimsical, fantasy-driven behaviour which releases internal tension. Because it is detached from some pressures it allows you to act on weirder, perhaps neglected, parts of yourself. The downside is that it is no help in sticking with things that are not much fun but which need to be addressed. So it is well complemented by its opposite, Stoicism.

Tagged by: myself.

❛    What    part    of    ‘NO’    don’t    you    understand,    huh?!    ❜

❛   Shut   your   mouth.   ❜