Hahi!

Pssst like this if you want Haru all up in your grill. To make it easier, here are some memes I’ve posted that you could look at and send my way through my ask box if you'd like. If not, simply like this and I'll whip something up. Haru is waiting desuuuu

get on it yooo  imma watchin ya

[calming starter sentences | still accepting] 

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Her appearance was disheveled; streams of black eyeliner traced down to her cheekbones and the fabric of her jacket clung onto her skin. With her shoulder-length hair drenched from the rain, Haru stood at the doorway of the Yamamoto’s restaurant. She was not in a good mood; that much was noticeable from her fists clenching her handbag. 

“Good evening, Yamamoto-san,” Haru said dryly, without her usual upbeat tone of voice. Being a little under the weather wasn’t something that would keep the girl down in the dumps, but it was enough of a trigger for that eventful day. 

Another long day at her internship, which required her to work at a fashion magazine company, had eventually broken the girl’s smile. This company was a great opportunity and all, but if only Haru actually worked with the clothes. She was placed in the publishing component of the whole ordeal. That day especially, she had spilt her coffee all over the official draft that was to be sent for printing. Not only that, on her way back home, she found herself caught in the rain. Thankfully, there was the Yamamoto’s nearby. 

Haru headed towards one of the stools and plopped herself down, taking off her jacket in the process. 

“How are you?” She asked the older Yamamoto, not finding the younger one in her sights. He must be training, she thought. The older Yamamoto poured some hot tea as he quizzically wondered why she wore such a long face. 

“I’m more than fine, but could be better if the Haru I know visited me,” he answered playfully as he chuckled at the weak smile Haru forced onto her features. 

“That noticeable, huh?” She warmed her hands with the cup of tea as she meekly continued to smile down at her hands. 

“I’m terribly sorry, Yamamoto-san, but would a raincheck suffice? I’ll promise to tell Haru to visit later this week.” She chuckled at her attempt of a joke, which then ended into silence as she noticed how the bustling restaurant had quite a few customers. Realizing how Yamamoto-san was focusing his attention on her, Haru pretended to be the Haru he was looking for. She didn't want to worry him and it was rude to keep the man from doing his job.

“Just a long day, you know? But Haru’s perfectly A-Okay!” Her thumb met her pointer finger as she made an “okay” signal to Yamamoto-san. 

Her unusual change in behavior elicited a question from a familiar voice behind her and that gave her a wave of relief. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" 

The whip of her head had sprinkled water on the area around her. Her smile was not forced, but still weak as she laid her eyes upon the rain guardian. 

"Its okay, I'm here."

"I'm not going to leave you."

"Everything is okay."

"I'm going to protect you."

"I believe in you."

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."

"You're not going to lose me."

"I love you."

"I'll stay right here, okay?"

"Just breathe."

"I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

"You're everything to me."

"I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

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send me a ☻ for a starter where my character is getting their first tattoo and your character is the artist doing it and my character is super nervous and just won’t sit still

The noise of metal drilling into flesh surrounded the dark-haired female, who was laying flat on her face, not wanting to visually see her skin being poked at. Fortunately, the sounds of the gun and the screams of unnaturally high-pitched men were not coming from the female. The process had yet to start and her decision to create a permanent extension of her identity had yet been made. Her indecisiveness gradually became a hinderance to her assertion and to the artist who sat beside her. 

It had took ten minutes for Haru to actually commit to lying down in her seat, with countless discussions with the artist on what he thought about getting a tattoo. She was determined to get this tattoo. It was a simple design; three small birds flying up on her left shoulder. Each bird represented a specific time in her life and the direction was a reminder to look forward because life was always changing. Her face completely smushed into the cushion of the seat, Haru awaited the feeling of the gun to her skin and at that moment, she snapped her head to face the man who dared to give her pain. 

“HAHI!” Despite the caution to stay still, Haru attempted to sit herself up, trying to avoid the touch of the gun. 

“Liar, you’re a liar. Y-You promised it wouldn’t hurt.” She wailed, covering her shoulder with her right arm. The smudge from the brief contact left a small streak of a line due to Haru’s abrupt and unnecessary reaction. 

“That was far from a pinch.” Her eyes glued onto the male’s as she continued to protect the skin of her sensitive shoulder. 

“G-Gokudera-san, that is no way to speak to a lady, now is it?”