𝒲𝐼𝒮𝐻𝐹𝒰𝐿 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅

      ❛ An idealistic hallucination ❜

— 「♞ 」 Though actions are gentle, words aren’t. He has to adjust still, or rather… After being away from each-other for a while, adjusting to his boyfriends mannerisms once more is something that takes a bit of time. Ritsu can’t deny he has been lonely. Even if he complains about his older brother, he is no longer around to even liven up the home and he doesn’t like to sleep in the dorms. It doesn’t feel right- he doesn’t want someone seeing him when he sleeps (A strange thought since he often would sleep on the ground at school, but that’s different somehow.)

— 「♞ 」 He nuzzles against the hand that runs through his hand, a soft sigh coming from him as he continues to lay against him. It’s almost therapeutic to have him with him once more, but perhaps this isn’t the best. They both need to get better at expressing themselves

     ❛ Zumi-kun… You’re real now, so it’s fine~ But if you leave again, I don’t know if I can forgive you ❜

                         ( Ah, how ugly and selfish of me. I still can’t forgive people )

              ‘---Really?’ 

        Was what he wanted to say, instead, he decided against it.

        In his defense, It wasn’t like he had been trying to avoid him per-say. There had been a lot going on ever since he moved to aboard, a little too much for his own liking. 

        Thus he couldn’t find himself being at fault here, nor can be place any blame on Ritsu, it was not like he was not the only one dealing with adjustment. He’s aware the lack of an answer hardly comes as a relief, silver brow  furrowing in a display of being lost in his own thoughts. His shoulder strengthen a bit, stilling himself. Naturally, allowing him to lean on him If he so wishes, 

            ❛  And? What about me having to go back? I can’t stay here--- ❜

        It was a small question. One that left him both curious but concern about the answered that he would receive, he knew how to keep a calm and cool demeanor but within, it was a different story. Stomach twisting and turning from nervousness, unease even. 

Izumi Sena. A child that was born from a man who was nothing more than a retired Pokemon trainer. Working as a famous model in the Hoenn region, and a beautiful woman who was a skillful Pokemon Coordinator and ballerina. Izumi had been nothing more than expected to have a life full of nothing but greatness, having been born in Hoenn region only to be moved and raised within the Snowbelle City of the Kalos region. At a young age, he figured out what he wanted to do once he had hit the age of ten(10) that being he wanted to be like his mother, he wanted to be a Pokemon Coordinator. To not only the region of Hoenn, but to many other regions within the world that was Pokemon.

Once he’s ten(10) birthday had finally hit, he was gifted with an Absol as a birthday present from his parents. Following that up, he was finally allowed to travel to become a Pokemon Coordinator. And with the help of his mother during his time as he waited for this day to come, he was able to get first place in his first ever Coordinator with his Absol. Already he believed that he could do anything, with the right training and care that he has for the Pokemon that he will have during his time.

Years passed and currently Izumi has won over four regions thus far. Those regions being Kalos, Unova, Sinnoh and Hoenn. While he has not been given the chance to enter into any contest in the other region, due to time and having currently having a job of being a top model. That doesn’t stop him from traveling to other regions, whether it is business reasons, wishing to enter into one of the contests within the region or simply going there to relax. 

⊰ ♚ ⊱ ― ；❝ 𝒜choo! ❞

A sudden sharp quickly followed by a soft sniffle; all signs pointing to the season, a much fairer means than some playful musing over his inclusion in an exchange of words far out of earshot. &, as if on cue, he shakes all of it off with a sigh, pairing what some would call ❛ sweater weather ❜ with a pinch of his shoulders & a pout, bitten the same shade as his blushed cheeks.

Shrouded in another spell that sends a shiver down his spine, he pulls Pikachu ( a summer sun in the autumnal evening ) closer to him, flinching momentarily at the way static scatters beneath his fingertips.

He’s cold. Perhaps there was a better way for him to warm up?

         shit, shit, shit ?! why the fuck was his precious altaria causing him such a fuss?! watching her flaps her wings within the cold air, chasing after her were difficult but he had dealt with worse. air thicken around him to the point he could feel the sharp pain within his chest and legs that were only building up more and more. 

        ( it was a living hell, but he would rather die than let something happened to his pokemon ) it had taken him some time, before long he would notice his altaria had landed only deciding to step close to some random stranger, without long his altaria were nuzzling up against the other’s leg as some way of keeping them warm. ( you got to be fuckin’ kidding me... )

Starter for @fragilewish​ !  One liner starter call (open)

     ❛ Everything feels like a dream to me, but at least it’s a beautiful one ❜

          crystal blue hue glared at him following that with a faint smile which tilted upon his lips the moment that he heard his words. were they only empty words? melodies that spoken within his own thoughts or perhaps something more? of course, he figured that the words that he spoke were meant to be about Knights, that is what he had thought. regardless, it was far too late within the night. barely were izumi one to stay up, however, you could blame his insomnia for what was happening. however, he did not think he would had bump into the other within the matter of the night ( maybe he was exhausted right now, that he found himself saying these words. )

Starter for @fragilewish​ !  One liner starter call (open)

      ❛ God, what would she think of me now? ❜

         ❛ you are worrying again, kasa-kun. ❜ he said without hesitant and in hope that he would understand that repeatably worrying about it would do nothing to help his situation at hand. the air was becoming nothing more than unease, for not only Tsukasa but himself included. he had long understood of how he’s parents had felt over homosexual, being in a relationship with another male of all things were not taken very lightly in society. 

         of course, he understood his concern. never one to speak of his own problem, the closes person ever being aware of them were leo-kun ( && those words only spoken during their second-year, a time in which he understood his wrongs ) never speaking of his worries. tsukasa were younger than him, only by a year. partner or not he still felt like he had to listen to his problems first before ever deciding to rely on him 

Starter for @fragilewish​ !  One liner starter call (open)

       ❛ Sometimes I think I see you walking the halls of my house when I’m lonely. I don’t know where you really are anymore. ❜

          ❛ rêveuse~ ♪  ❜ delicate fingers hovers over his darken locks running them through hoping to avoid any knots presents, his voice is low, quiet almost, however, still enough that it could be heard to those near him. 

          ❛ something my mother would say to me, rêveuse. it means dreamer or idealist --- but maybe hallucinating would be a better word to use with what is going on. ❜ words cut deeper than he would have liked to admit, never truly one to think over his own words. whatever came into his mind usually found themselves slipping out his soft lips, truthfully, he wished he was a little more gentle when it comes to his own words 

I hadn’t been here in months, so. Long time no see ! This tumblr update killed a lot of my writing mood, and here I am, back again ! I’m going to be cleaning up things here for the next couple of days, figure out how the new update work and so forth! 

TO DO LIST.