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He exhales, fingers gently caressing over Jin’s cheek before he leans in to press lips to his own. He always asks for a kiss, so why not surprise him before he can ask?

A KISS! It halted teasing words, and caused eyes to grow wide. He hadn’t expected Akiomi to actually do it, simply messing around to get a rise out the younger teen. Now they were actually kissing, and Jin couldn’t help but grasp the back of Akiomi’s head, fingers burying itself into chestnut locks as he returned it. 

Then, he had been the one to pull back.

-stares-

Send me “Date?” and i’ll answer… || ACCEPTING

Who asks for it:

[x] Your muse asks mine

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[x] Platonic Date

[ ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[x] Movies  • [ ] Romantic Comedy  • [x] Adventure Movie  • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  • [ ] Horror  • [ ] Drama  • [ ] Buddy Movie  • [ ] ___ (other options)

[ ] Restaurant  • [ ] Expensive/High Class  • [ ] Small and familiar  • [ ] Fast Food

[x] Nature • [ ] Beach • [x] Park • [ ] Forest     • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home • [ ] Watching movies • [ ] Playing Video Games • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes.(only if u want)

❛ I’ve already failed my New Year’s resolutions. ❜

“They’re free and crunchy”

      That’s not a risk he wants to test– not that he wants anything to DO with such a tasteless and typically perverse item. His shoulders tense as Jin goes as far as to touch him. It was too easy to get it away from Jin and purple eyes narrow with ever present suspicion that only grows with that annoying and carefree smile. 

      And he’s right as Jin goes in with assumption that he wants to dress himself in frills and lace. He feels his agitation swell; his grip tightens on the material and every ounce of his being wants to dunk the offending fabric over Jin’s head. All the same his cheeks flush and he moves to smack away Jin’s hand. 

      ❝Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not about to partake in your disgusting fantasy.❞

SMACK IMMEDIATELY JOLTS HIS HAND AWAY, stepping backward with the dress in hand. Pout adorns the elder’s lips, attempting to look even the least bit offended. It hadn’t been long, however, before a dark smirk made its way onto his lips, resting the outfit against his own body.

      The affection falls at such a random time. He stills from his paperwork, focus drawn entirely on the soft pressure of Jin’s lips. His breath catches, violet hues quick to shift up onto Jin’s face before he settles to respond. It’s a tame response, gentle despite how he craves and misses how it feels from such a simple little gesture. 

      ❝What has you so affection all of a sudden?❞ As if he’s not displaying any of his own. As if he’s not missed this too.

ARMS WRAP THEMSELVES AROUND AKIOMI’S SHOULDERS, chuckling at his words.

❛It’s been such a lo~ng day, Akiyaaan. Can’t a guy miss youuu~?❜

Midori was especially low in spirits, feeling like dropping at the first sign of annoyance. Except, he’d already dealt with someone annoying, so he was hoping maybe he could manage to at least get a nap… “Sagami-sensei…?” He peeked into the infirmary, hoping to see the older man.

“Can I… use one of the beds…? I don’t feel great…” He couldn’t help but mumble, any energy he might’ve put into talking before was practically nonexistent. 

PREOCCUPIED WITH A BOOK, he hadn’t even noticed the younger peeking in. Midori’s voice was all but a mumble, almost as if he struggled just to utter a sentence. Immediate worry entered Jin, yet it’d been masked with a soft chuckle, setting his book down to lock eyes with Midori.