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Cupcake: FriendshipChocolate-Dipped Strawberries: Lust
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Cupcake, and maybe just one chocolate covered strawberry
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Cupcake: FriendshipChocolate-Dipped Strawberries: Lust
“I'll give you the cupcake, but if you touch me, I'll break you."

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cupcake!
Give my muse a dessert to show how your muse feels about mine.
Cupcake: Friendship
She's cutting it in half to share wit him. This is the only sweet he's allowed to have for the day. She loves him, but she's still his manager, and he still has to eat right.
Give my muse a dessert to show how your muse feels about mine.
Chocolate Truffles: Love
Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries: Lust
Red Velvet Cake: Secret Admirer
Cupcake: Friendship
Cherry Pie: Adoration
Custard: Loyalty
Fudge: Gratitude
Sugar Cookies: Shyness
Angel Food Cake: Innocence
Flan: Curiosity
Lemon Tart: Inspiration
Licorice: Indifference
Fruitcake: Hatred
Rice Pudding: Distrust
Mint Candies: Jealousy
Saltwater Taffy: Regret

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"Yeah, you’re lucky and fucking modest to top if all off."
The language was just to emphasize the teasing all the more. Both Matsuoka’s had a less than modest streak when they wanted to, and they both often loved to give each other crap about it.
Rin put a bit of butter on his just to keep them from being plain, but his pancakes only got enough syrup to cover them with a very thin layer. Not too much sweetness, just so they’d be moister each time he bit them. But the six was appreciated
"But these are good, I’ll give you that with no problem."
“How do you eat them like that?" she asked, using her fork to point at the itty bitty amount of syrup he'd given himself. She knew he didn't like sweet things all that much, but that was a little excessive. Rather, it was the exact opposite of excessive. Excessive was what she put on her pancakes. She was pretty sure Haru could swim in her syrup. The amount on Rin's wasn't even enough to get his toes sticky. She supposed she liked sweets more than enough for the both of them, but...still. Her brother was some kind of weird science experiment.
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It was reflex to want to jolt away from the touch. He wasn’t used to the small touches of affection. And it was force of habit, these days to try and pull away from the things that kept him grounded. He needed to be steadier than this, more stable. If not for his sake, than for Rin’s and Gou’s. They were his makeshit family. And they often, even if they weren’t aware of it, pushed him to be a better person. He didn’t want to let them down.
“Why don’t you hand me your phone? I’ll put myself on speed dial for you.”
He hadn’t even been aware she didn’t have his number. That’s how out of touch he’d let himself get.
"You know, I can’t believe you’ll graduate yourself next year. Thought about what you want to do yet?”
She didn't want to talk about the future. It wasn't like she hadn't given it some thought -- Ama-chan and her guidance councilor wouldn't leave her alone about the future, so she had decided that she either wanted to be a nurse or a physical therapist of some sort -- but just the thought of it... That onii-chan would be leaving again soon, that it would just be her and Nagisa after this year... It flat out terrified her.
Kou fished her phone out of her back pocket, handing it to him. At least she already had a picture she wanted to use. Did she ever say thank god for joint practices? Puberty was oh so very good to her friends, and the Samezuka team was so much bigger; there was so much more to look at. God damn. She was pretty sure more than half her phone's memory was taken up by strangers' abdominal, biceps, and gluts.
“My lifetime goal is to watch you and onii-chan at the Olympics."

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♂ — “Gou!” There was a slight stumble as Momotarou rushed over to the girl, beaming at her excitedly. She always looked so cute.
Was there a day where she wasn’t perfect?
"What’re you doing out here?"
Dammit. She was sure he was a great kid and all, but all that enthusiasm really wore her out. Was it bad to say that she kind of missed his brother? At least his enthusiasm had never ended with “the first place I wash is --" and did she ever thank onii-chan for dragging him away? Well, at least that was the worst thing he'd done.
“Walking home, Momotarou-kun. It is Momotarou, right?"
——- ; Comprehension of this sort both alludes, and eludes him entirely; why is it, in the wake of his own atmosphere madness echos in suffocating silence, while now hearing, wanting and listening, solace is found beyond the chord of a phone? beyond sounds of shuffling movements, of breaths being taken by one he’s grown to adore? still while understanding of this shall not grace him, appreciation is never beyond his thought, never beyond his lips. As much as he desires to deny her inclusion to this side, however… “Please allow me…” At very least, he’ll be awaiting her along the balcony of his apartment. Perhaps the fresh air, even if balmy, will assist in his longing for relief. “…Third floor, apartment at the very end… thirty-seven.” A number he would prefer not be, having remembrance of one he lost, of one most missed. Alas, with the turning of time’s wheels, memories fade, and sadly, so sadly does he with it. “…I’m so sorry, Kou… it wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Mirthless his expression of laughter, shaking his head, his form finding strength in leaning against the door frame of his balcony. “I’m the worst. Allowing you to go out at night by yourself? honestly… what a disgrace. Your brother would have my head, and rightfully so.”
Kou rolled her eyes, despite the fact that he couldn't see it through the phone. She tried so hard to keep him from thinking stupid things like this, stupid belittling things that weren't at all what he really was. He was kind and wonderful; those self-depreciating thoughts shouldn't find themselves in his mind.
“I'm a big girl and I'm almost there," she assured. His apartment wasn't that far and she knew these streets pretty well; they weren't so dangerous at night, but better safe than sorry. She could see the apartments he described from here. Maybe she should've stopped by the store on the corner and brought him something, but she didn't want to leave him alone more than necessary. He didn't sound like he could take it. From what she knew, he lived alone. Why on earth did he live alone? He shouldn't live alone. He was great to everyone else, but he didn't care about himself, and she was terrified of leaving him alone.
“Thirty seven, right?"
She was already on the second floor, scaling the stairs to the third floor two at a time. She was sleeping over. She hadn't brought clothes or anything, and honestly she didn't care. She didn't even care if she was welcome to sleep over or not. He wasn't going to be alone. Then tomorrow he'd sleep at her house, and they'd talk about whatever made him so upset, and they'd fix everything. It would take time, but dammit, she was going to help him, and she'd make sure everything was alright.
"Doesn’t mean you should have to.”
He knew Gou was capable of taking care of herself. But he also knew of her insecurities, the parts of her he knew to be more fragile, and he wondered when she’d gotten so strong. He almost didn’t want to acknowledge it, knowing she had done it out of necessity. And he wondered when it had gotten to this point. When Gou had gotten to the point where she believed that she had been forgotten by him, too. He’d failed both Matsuoka siblings, in the end.
”I never forgot you. I just let myself be selfish for too long, and you were one of the people to pay the price for it. And I’m sorry that I gave you reason to doubt me. But I’ll be better, okay? I just can’t make any promises about your brother.”
He just needed this swim season to be over. He was starting to think going to Samezuka had been the wrong decision. That may have been what brought out these demons.
”And I know you are. You always have been. And I’ll just be a phone call or a train away too.”
She shrugged. Things happened; she just learned to deal with them. Adapt, or let life run you over with a steamroller. She preferred the former. It was nice to know he was there for her, for now. She didn't want to say that he would leave again, but there was that small, pessimistic monster standing on her shoulder, reminding her that he wouldn't be the first to leave, only the first to do it twice. Kou ignored that disgusting little beast.
She reached out to squeeze his hand, a smile on her face. He could deal with whatever came his way, and she was there to help him -- it was what friends did.
“Y'know, it would be great if you actually gave me your new number. I'd rather not accidentally call the Queen of England."
Kou was glad to have him back. Just like she was glad to have Rin back. Maybe things would be better this time. Maybe they wouldn't forget her.
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Sousuke had to wonder how genuine that smile was. And a part of him also envied her, in a way. She wore it so easily, whether it was true or not. She was too kind-hearted. Leaning on her for support wouldn’t be fair. He did, however, reach up to place a hand on her head after he was pushed, stroking her head softly for a moment, wry smile on his face as he considered her bright face. His hand fell to his side. He couldn’t lie to that face. He didn’t have it in him to.
”I don’t know what’s wrong myself. But it’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ll be fine. But I feel like I should make sure you will be, too.”
He and Rin, no matter where the other wound up going were going off to university, after all. He would go back to Tokyo. He should have made better use of his time, while he’d had the chance.
“You know I can take care of myself."
He knew she had her issues; there was more than one occasion that she'd called him in the middle of the night, when she was curled up in onii-chan's bed, wondering what it would've taken to keep her mom from working so late or keep onii-chan home. And then, he left too, and everything came rushing back and she was left with tears in her eyes, wondering if she was the problem... Kou shook her head. Now was so not the time to think about that.
“Just... Promise you won't forget me again. And make sure onii-chan doesn't forget me, either -- and remember I'm always, always here for you, okay?"
A lot of demands, but hey, she could have a few of them, right?

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