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@idollings (soboku)

It wasn’t very often that Shirgina and her X-rank team had been suffering from a loss —- since they were pretty tough to beat in the first place, and more so, it was a tough spot to get to X rank. Most inklings who were more or less competitive would stick around A or S ranks, simply to keep their sanity, but the inkling girl knew that she had lost that part of her a long time ago, so what’s there to lose? Now… well, now she felt like a complete loser for being unable to remain unbeaten for another month’s rotation. Of course, that would not mean she or her team lost the X rank – they just either happened to be unlucky this time, or the other team trained harder. But it was a bitter, sour taste that she despised… anything that wasn’t sweet as sugar, she hated with all of her entire existence, and losing was one of those disgusting tastes. 

She always managed to keep up her leader facade in front of the team no matter what, but it wouldn’t change that she, too, would get emotional over such things. She’d tell all of them to just move on to the next best thing, but the lilac inkling girl knew that she could not do that so easily. Especially since she had a face to keep to the outside world, when everyone on the square knew who Shiringa was and why nobody should mess with her once they enter the same lobby… how would she maintain such an image if she had gotten beaten to it!? Sitting in the corner of one of the lobby’s changing rooms floor, she used her oversized sleeves to wipe at her tears and make sure that none of her make-up was going to get ruined, it was stressful to live a life when everyone hated you; people like Shiro easily got the positive fame, and she wondered why it was always the nasty kinds of comments directed towards her whenever her face appeared among the X ranks – she was turfing and playing just as well as anyone else, what’s so different about her? And to give them all what they waited for, to actually lose, she really did not want to move out of the lobby and be spotted by anyone —- if they started talking to her, laughing at her, she might just as well lose it completely in front of everyone else, though not necessarily the waterworks and more so that she was ready to attack someone.

@idollings​ (sakura)

Enyou had been forced out of league for a while due to his substance abuse; obviously, Kuro was giving him an earful about it, since the black inkling had always been relying on the fellow roller-main to lay off the drugs when things had gotten more serious. For him, it was rather hard to lay off his habits each and every single time they were asked to participate in the next big thing – especially since he disliked to be faced with his own demons. Therefore, he wasn’t as busy as he’d usually be – either it was him hanging out with Kuro to get wasted, or it was him hanging out with Kuro to team up for leagues. And now, well, since his best friend had been off to the challenge himself and hard-working to get towards his goal, Enyou was simply straying around anywhere he could go. Staying at home and getting high was one thing, but if it wasn’t with your best friend, or someone else who was willing (or not so willing) to participate, it became stale and boring quickly.

Roaming around the shops, for once he wasn’t wearing that fear-inducing mask of his – so people weren’t avoiding him as much as they usually would – but nonetheless, the moment they recognised him for that one ill-tempered flingza-main who would mow down anything in his way, they rather quickly decided to change paths. With his heads in the clouds like that he wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going, rather looking around mindlessly as he moved through the female aisle of the clothes section, he was only caught off-guard the moment someone or something had been colliding right against his chest, hardly knocking any air out of him but certainly catching his attention.

He must’ve walked around a corner all the while this girl – as he finally had realised after looking down and staring at the floor on which she collapsed – was looking through the clothes to find something to her liking. And that’s how he must’ve ran her over, or she must’ve bumped into him, but the details didn’t matter to him.

with a frustrated huff,  she walked without looking where she was going right to the end of the isle,  where she ended up colliding with someone else.  there wasn’t a lot of force in the collision,  but whoever she’d run into was so large that it hit her like a brick wall.  falling back on her rear,  she sat in shock for a moment,  unable to comprehend what just happened.  there was no way she just ran into another woman shopping for clothing!  they were far too tall for that!  rubbing her forehead where she smacked right into the other’s ribs,  she still hadn’t brought herself to look up and see just who it was. she was half expecting it to be kuro  ---  which would have only made her angry. 

the voice that reached out to her was certainly not kuro  -- it was far too solemn,  far too  calm  to be the angry black inkling.  it wasn’t until he crouched down to her level that she caught a good glimpse of him.  recoiling at first,  she was offended to hear the way that he spoke.  ‘sorry, man’ ?! she clearly was not a man!  not only that,  but he even poked fun at her for falling down?! what kind of person was he?  the most shocking thing however,  was when he pulled her up by her wrist,  effortlessly moving her body.  it scared her at first,  wondering why he’d reached out and touched her in the first place -- but it was obvious that he was just trying to help her up in his own strange,  unsettling way. 

While he had been a lot more docile under the influence, it was safe to say that Enyou always gave off some kind of vibe that put people on edge. He couldn’t exactly understand how and why it was that way, but he couldn’t exactly change everything about his personality. Surely, others would have a more respectful approach when seeing the emperor, but the blue inkling was way too chummy with whoever he’d meet, no matter the status, he’d just act as if they were buddy-buddies instantly.

“Woah, woah…” Swaying back and forth when the smaller started kicking, he merely wanted to keep his balance so none of them was going to fall, he wasn’t so sure if the golden inkling had been aware of the man’s state and that he was hardly able to be functional —- let alone withstanding such a struggle. Lifting the man up a little more to be up in his face again, he snorted, “Maaaan, you’ve got some potty mouth there, dude. Ain’t no asshole here, haha.” Acting as if he was going to drop the man flat onto his ass, he was simply toying with him – obviously catching him before he was going to hit the floor. “But I might become one just for youuuu, since you want me to beeeee an asshole, yes? That what you want?” Despite his threatening words, his voice sounded chirpy and almost innocent. “Naaah, just kiddin’, bro… that ain’t me.”

it would be a lie to say that it didn’t scare the hell out of him when he was picked up so suddenly,  not to mention the absolute calm nature that the other had about it,  it made him feel more afraid about it all. considering that he was someone that was almost always treated with respect on first approach,  it was so strange to see the other willingly pick him up like he were nothing -- even compare his weight to that of a roller?!

She couldn’t say that her counterpart had been a familiar face to her – simply because she was hardly paying attention to many people since most of them were solely talking to her to either be inappropriate or because the wanted to make fun of her. Midori had a fair share of co-workers so it would be no surprise if she hadn’t recognised Soboku instantly. Besides, she was so terrified at the moment of having him splat her slowly and painfully, that she was not thinking about a possibility where she may have met him before —- most encounters during turf were randomised anyway.

The longer it took for him to actually finish this off, the more impatient and anxious she was getting; peeking at him with one eye as she opened it to a mere slit, Midori took note of his lowered guns, indicating that he wasn’t aiming for her anymore. It confused her greatly since… he came all the way back here to get to her, right? Most people only took those measurements to wipe out the sniper – yet the other just stood there, mouth agape, staring at her. Though when he exclaimed that he deemed her cute, she stared at him with big eyes, clinging even tighter onto her weapon. “H-Huh?!” 

The smaller hadn’t been used to anyone calling her such innocent things since usually, people were either really vile and jealous, or they’d be very inappropriate. It was a rarity for someone to call her cute since she wasn’t the most welcoming person, so at first, she wasn’t even sure how to react to his words, even less so when he approached her a little closer. Furrowing her brows at him, she felt her entire face redden in shame, poking his chin with the barrel of her charger tauntingly. “Wh-What are you saying?! That… that’s neither the place nor the time to say such things to a girl!” Scolding him simply because she had been embarrassed, she clearly was not holding the trigger of her weapon, just so her counterpart knew that she was not trying to shoot him and simply wanted to make sure that he was not coming closer to do anything physical to her – she didn’t even know him! How inappropriate would that be?!

he vaguely knows just who midori is,  he doesn’t exactly know her by name or by appearance, but he’s heard about her skills before.  finding her in a non - ranked match was a surprise,  but what was even more surprising was to find her so flustered over him pushing ahead so much. this was a rare  &  unlucky moment for her team to be placed in a random match with one of the best teams around  --- even without shiro there to order them around,  all of the brigade was pretty competent. none of them really knew how to play in a relaxed manner,  even when he was relaxed,  he was still playing at a level that was not calm enough for most casual players. 

soboku really did come all the way to the corner of the map with the intent to take her out,  but the plan changed on a dime.  especially when he saw how adorable the expression that she wore on her face was when he caught up to her.  it felt wrong to think it was cute to see the expression that she made when he had a gun pointed in her face,  but it wasn’t like he had the gun in her face anymore -- it was a momentary thing.  “ oh -- man,  now your face is all red too, --”

Despite everyone’s opinion on Sora, Midori didn’t think that he was that bad of a guy – sure, she did not share his sentiment about hook-ups (obviously), but he had never done anything to her that would make her dislike him. In fact, he had always been very kind and even polite to her (unlike people like Shiro), so she didn’t see a problem in hanging out with him – even if it was all alone at his apartment. He may have been known for his sexual escapades but honestly – at least he was no rapist, that she could safely say. So, there was no reason for her to avoid the taller’s invitation.

The man’s teasing caused her to turn and stare at him for a moment, narrowing her eyes in order to give him a dirty look but only so to put him back into place. “I just came home from work, so do you think I had time to make Valentine’s plans, idiot?” Being as cold as ever, it was solely in her nature to be defensive whenever someone was teasing her – and she knew that Sora was merely playing around, even if it was considerate of him to ask in the first place, everyone knew that Midori wasn’t exactly the type to go on dates either, not because she didn’t want to, but she was pretty good at pushing people away. 

“We can hang out, it’s better than being alone anyway, no?” Making her way to his living room, she figured that she might as well just sit down onto his couch and rest her feet; she had been running around all day and now she was just thankful that she could take a breather for a moment – watching TV or a movie sounded about perfect for her right now, and if she didn’t have to be all alone in her apartment, then it was even better. “If we are going to watch a movie, at least make sure that it’s not hentai or other pornographic things.” Teasing back, she closed her eyes for a moment since she was so exhausted from work.

it was true that while he may have some nasty intentions with her,  he wasn’t going to force them upon her if he ended up getting rejected for it.  it would burn for a bit,  but that feeling wasn’t anything that he couldn’t fix with a hook up with someone else.  sora was just trying to use the excuse that it was valentine’s day for a convenient way to get her to come to his apartment alone.

“guess that’s pretty good for me, isn’t it?”  he shot back in a sweet tone,  giving her a flirtatious smile to match.  he knew that she was just trying to make him back off a bit,  but he was very used to being pushed away  &  ignored by people.  if there was one thing that he excelled at,  it was brushing off a burn and pretending like it didn’t even happen.  “it would be a shame if you were to have other plans,  maaan,  i’m so lucky.” 

@idollings (kuro)

It had been strangely accurate how Kuro had been able to approach her whenever she had been in the mood for anything sexual – Midori would’ve liked to say that it was a freak coincidence like that, but she doubted it. She had been aware that inklings sooner or later would be able to smell pheromones as well as testosterone, but since she had been the older of the two and completely unable of doing so, she wasn’t so sure whether or not the younger had picked up on that instinct quicker due to the fact that he had been more sexually active than her before they were dating. But it made her feel uncomfortable to a certain extent – not because she wouldn’t like for her boyfriend to please her, it was simply strange to think that he was going to be aware just how many times she was going to hide her urges in plain sight from him, simply because she was too embarrassed to admit that she was no angel at that (certainly, she was no Kuro when it came to her sex drive, but she wasn’t nearly as grounded as she wanted people to believe). 

for kuro, enjoying small things like watching movies & cuddling was strange still -- he was so used to all of his relations being a one night stand deal, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy it. as much as he loved sex, he also loved to just relax with midori and feel her small body ( warmth and all ) pressed against him. he was younger than her by quite a bit, but when it came to experience he could boast that he was years ahead of her. he didn’t want to make it incredibly obvious that he was able to pick up on her scent & tell when she was in the mood, even when it was only in small amounts. most of the time he just took in the smell of her hormones and waited for her to make a move -- then if that never came, he would wait till he would have been less noticeable that he was doing so because he knew she wanted it. kuro didn’t have any malicious intent behind hiding the fact that he was able to pick up on those cues, he simply didn’t want to make her embarrassed over it ( or worse, scare her away from getting too close to him ). they’d done so much together and yet she was still so embarrassed about . . . well, all of it around him. he knew that he couldn’t force her to lighten up, so he had no choice but to be patient and wait for the time to come. 

With Momo’s compliment addressing his facial features, the blue inkling felt his face heat up a little bit; usually he wasn’t letting people see his face, and even when he did they didn’t pay too much attention to him either way – he always had that drowsy type of expression adorning his face (unless he completely sobered up), so most people thought of him more so of a creepy dumb dirtbag than anything else. A dorky smile creeping up onto the corners of his lips as he looked down to the ground momentarily to think of something to say in return. “U-Uh… thanks… you look… cute too, yes…” Perhaps ‘cute’ wasn’t his choice of words since his jargon was more so tilting towards ‘sexy’ or ‘hot’ but Enyou wasn’t stupid enough to think that this was going to be the type of compliment his counterpart would want to hear – at least not at the moment. 

While she expressed her excitement for the holiday and how she was able to spend it with the blue inkling, he really did not fully understand just why she would’ve asked him in the first place; he may have been taller than Kuro, granted, but he was just as lean as anyone much smaller than him – there were more visually appealing guys than him, who (on top of that) weren’t completely stoned out of their mind most of the time! Perhaps she wasn’t understanding the extent of his drug abuse, or she simply underestimated his personality for being a more docile and relaxed type when he really was not. But he’d be stupid to turn down a pretty girl like her! Even if such romantic humbug such as Valentine’s Day wasn’t exactly his forté, he could safely say that he was the type to adjust to any type of situation easily. As long as he was not required to make suggestions and actually trying his hardest to come up with something decent, they were good to go. “Yeaaaaaah, like… I usually don’t do that whole Valentine’s thiiiiiing… pretty exciting, yeah.” Merely agreeing with her since he had no idea what else to say, blinked at her for a moment to take in that adorable expression of hers.

Having her lead him towards a clothing store wasn’t anything that had been too surprising for him; after all, he was pretty open-minded about how to spend a holiday like that – especially since he had nothing to compare it to – but with her reasoning behind going to this store he felt a little nervous. “Wait, whaaaaaaat?” Dragging out his voice as he leaned his head back to stare at her in a shocked manner, his eyes still droopy even when he opened them the slightest. He couldn’t possibly be of any serious help to her, right?! If anything, her outfit looked fine to him – the shorter, the better! The kind of leather-optic was really nifty, too! But he could not possibly say that to her face —- she had caught up onto the fact that she stood out with her more so octarian-type of attire, but to see her in inkling clothing may or may not be a little bit of a drag. He had to really work his brains now. “Uh… uh, sure, yeaaaah. I’ll help you find your new outfit, doooooll, ehehe.” Moving into the building with Momo still holding onto his hand, the taller of the two turned his head left and right in order to find the right direction; eventually, his eyes caught sight of the interesting type of attire: school uniforms, maid dresses as well as all sorts of costumes. Really, the pink octoling girl should’ve known better than to ask someone like Enyou for his help on that. Walking over with her, he pulled out the school uniform, eyed it up and down before holding it up in front of her body, nodding. “That’ll do, no? Those are pretty cuuuute, right?”

it was nice to see the taller smile, since he was usually always looking so confused. she wasn’t so sure why he looked so tired all of the time, but momo figured it would be too rude to point it out --- for all she knew, that was how he was naturally. smiling in return, she wasn’t expecting for him to compliment her in return. while she was told a lot how ‘sexy’ she was, it was nice to be called cute for once, especially by her valentine. “thank you.” the smaller said softly, turning her face away from him to hide her blush. she wasn’t used to getting affected by what people said about her, but the way her heart beat faster in her chest was a sign that his words were getting to her. 

his height really had nothing to do with why she asked him to be her valentine -- she simply found him attractive in many ways; he was funny & relaxing to be around. truthfully, she had no knowledge of his drug abuse, even if it was clear to anyone else, she was far too naïve to realize ( even when someone like orenji was able to notice immediately ). she didn’t think that this would be a first time for him having a valentine, since she thought that she’d seen him around with other girls countless times before. the smaller didn’t judge him for it necessarily; no matter what kind of jealousy that it stirred inside of her chest whenever she thought about it. curling her fingers up so that her nails grazed the back of his palm. “i am glad that we can share this first time together.” she said happily, not realizing how her words could be misinterpreted very easily. momo was glad that he agreed with her that it would be exciting, since she wasn’t so confidant in whether or not he said ‘yes’ out of pity or not. 

In Shiro’s eyes, it wasn’t so surprising that anyone, no matter the age, would want to get this close to Haiiro since he was not only good-looking despite being a bit older than the rest around him, but on top of that, he had a very pleasant personality. People like Kin rubbed the white inkling the wrong way – and even before the brainwash, he could definitely tell a difference between those two royal inklings. No matter how manipulative the grey inkling could’ve been, he wasn’t nearly as bad as the golden one; and now even more so, he was such a docile and peaceful person, it was hard to not like him. The only issue he saw was that he was being rather forward despite being the younger person here —- he did not want to act disrespectfully towards someone he admired so much… but as long as the other wasn’t complaining or pushing him away, he figured that they were fine.

It made him a bit anxious when the smaller was not responding to him at all, since he knew that he could be a bit pushy when it came to things that he wanted – usually, it was his way or the high way, and he hated that this was so, so very much like his father had been – he disliked the idea that he was forcing himself onto the other (especially since he was unable to smell whether or not Haiiro had been feeling the same way about this as he was, after all, having a boner would not indicate necessarily that there was actual pleasure behind it), but he really hoped that the man was going to push him away if it was against his will —- though the way he moved his body should be indication enough that there was nothing to worry about, and so he merely leaned into the man’s caressing motions, wanting to feel more of his lips against his neck as he made more room by tending his head to the side, pressing his hips down a little harder so that he could give him the kind of friction that he obviously had been seeking.

The way Haiiro started moaning and drooling around his thumb only drove him more and more insane; at this point, the heat had been unbearable between his legs and he would want to do something about it. Luckily, he guessed that there was no need to be too gentle with the man… that was normally the case when dealing with women, not wanting to hurt them by being too forward, too invasive and such… but in his mind, a man should be able to take a little bit of roughness, right? Watching him grind and buck his hips up against his palm, he squeezed a little harder before he fumbled to undo his button and fly for him, leaning back to move both his hands onto the hem of his trousers and yank them down without a warning, revealing the other’s erection. Wordlessly, he started to open the fly of his own trousers then, though not getting rid of them since he did not want to clumsily stumble when they were down to his ankles. “Touch me, come on.” The taller growled between gritted teeth, not meaning to sound so demanding or menacing but he really was no good with those kinds of things. As he spoke, he moved to engulf the older’s member with his hand and start pumping him at a moderate pace, leaning down since he was craving to taste him more and more, rolling his tongue against the other’s as he groaned lowly into his mouth, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead since his beret was keeping him way too warm at this moment.

it didn’t bother haiiro in the slightest to have someone younger pushing him around. he would have felt more stranger if it were the other way around, since he was quite a bit older than shiro. as long as the taller was moving at a pace that he wanted to & he wasn’t feeling pressured into it, he didn’t mind. the grey inkling didn’t want to appear as if he were just taking advantage of someone younger than him, he wasn’t the type to worry about whether or not he was looking foolish, so he didn’t mind being submissive for him. knowing the militant inkling better than most, he was fully aware of the fact that he would enjoy this a lot more if he was in charge regardless, since he wasn’t the type to have a personality that enjoyed to be dominated. in the smaller’s case, he had no preference when it came to the matter, he simply enjoyed being close to him. even if he was the weaker of the two, he wouldn’t have hesitated to try & push him away if he was doing something that he didn’t approve of. since he had a certain amount of trust for the taller, he didn’t think that he would ever have to beg or plead him to stop if he was feeling uncomfortable. 

kissing him back should have been enough of an indication in haiiro’s mind that he was not against the touches. aside from that, he could hardly stop himself from pressing his body against shiro’s. it was animalistic in instinct, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure that he got from it. he wished that as the older, he could control himself a bit better, but that didn’t mean that he was entirely immune to the effects of hormones. especially not when he could smell them so strongly off the white inking, only causing his own to run wild. when the other pressed his hips into him harder, he couldn’t help but arch his back ever so slightly & gasp against his neck. catching himself slacking off to enjoy the feeling, he quickly moved back to press kisses along his jaw, then trailed down to his collarbone -- his free hand gingerly pushing shiro’s shirt off to the side so he could reach, exposing one of his shoulders in the process. 

It was strange to have someone actually want to take care of him like that; even when he still lived with his parents, Enyou hadn’t been taken care of, to be frank. If anything, he had been nothing but a burden to his parents, hence why he had been treated so poorly in the first place. With Haiiro wanting to be more of a parental figure in his life, it was… unusual. Especially when he sobered up like that, he was terrified of the idea that the grey inkling would touch him indecently in exchange for being a guardian like that – it was the only way that he had known those kinds of things from the past after all. 

With the smaller calling out to him, he finally had gotten his attention, looking over at the cup of tea in his hands, the blue inkling figured that this would be for him even though he wasn’t so sure just why the older inkling was going out of his way to make him something to drink in the first place. Sitting up from his position then, he huddled over since he never liked to be sticking out like that with his height, his hands trembled poorly when he reached out in order to grab the mug, it was one of those twitchy things that came along whenever he wasn’t knocked out with weed. “Thanks.” Mumbling under his breath, he didn’t want to disrespect the other, trying his hardest not to spill anything since it was terrifying to imagine whether or not he may be able to upset Haiiro by making a mess or slipping up; it was just a little intimidating to be around men who were older than him, even if he wasn’t nearly as old as the kinds of relatives that scarred him for life, he always felt like he had to become very small and invisible in order to not get beaten or harassed. 

Tensing up as he sipped from the steaming hot drink, he peeked over to the other, trying his best not to twitch too much. “How much… longer do I have to… be like this… I can’t… I can’t stand it…”

he wasn’t expecting everything to be normal with enyou when he was sober -- usually whenever people would do these kinds of things to themselves, there was a reason for it. clearly the taller was trying to hide some kind of trauma from his past with his substance abuse, but that didn’t change the fact that it was still not a good coping mechanism. haiiro wasn’t so sure what would help the other, but he at least wanted to try & be someone that he could trust whether he was sober or not. he’d seen the man sober plenty of times for matches & it was a gruesome sight, but he was confidant that the blue inkling had it in him not to be as cruel towards him. it wasn’t as if he were posing a threat -- even if he was an agent, the other still had a big advantage when it came to physique. even if he wanted to over power him, he doubted that it would ever be possible. he was not the shortest of the male inklings, but he was far from the tallest. 

making the grey inkling angry was nearly impossible, since his emotions were so null even to himself. it would have taken a lot more to cause him to snap rather than something so small & insignificant as spilling a drink on his furniture; those kinds of things could easily be cleaned. he would much rather see the man drink a little bit, even if that meant his furniture getting a little messy over it. looking at enyou as he spoke, he wasn’t so sure what to say in response. the other was still an adult & he really had no control over him if he really wanted to do something. “you don’t have to be like this. it would just make me happy to see you taking care of yourself properly.” if he decided to leave then & there to go home & get high, haiiro couldn’t do a single thing to stop him. but if he could talk him into trying to find a way to be more conscious of his body & his own needs, he would gladly try his best. 

@idollings (kuro)

“Th-That’s off limits!” Moving over to one of his closets, he pressed both his hands onto the doors so that the taller wasn’t going to open them. Perhaps it had been a big, big mistake to allow Kuro into his apartment – after all, Kiiro had been pretty nitpicky about who was going to be in his living space and so on and so forth —- usually, he would only allow Sora around here, since the two of them shared that grotesque fascination for anything sexual, and despite the knowledge upon the man’s hook-up stories and whatnot, it was still a different story, right? The black inkling at least has had skin-on-skin encounters, whereas the smaller clearly had been fascinated about those things, but constantly bounced back towards hentai, porn and dating SIM games.