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a nameless android heard the sound of waves in a world of shattered dreams.

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She’ll admit to being a tiny bit surprised, but mostly confused as to how she got to this specific moment. One minute she’s talking with Becky (more like listening) about the upcoming ball and next thing she knows her friend (the traitor!) is leaving so this guy from some other class can talk to her. He’s a bit of a blubbering mess for a second there, nervous - no need to read his mind to tell as much - but then he finally spits it out and the look of shock on her face is instant. She hadn’t really expected for anyone to invite her to go to the ball, she’d only agreed to attend in the first place because Becky insisted she be there, but the plan was to go by herself, now that her friend had a date. And really, it’s nothing against this sweaty-palmed guy, but she’s not exactly all that familiar with him, y’know?

She’s about to open her mouth to give a random excuse as to why she’d have to refuse, when he’s shoved out of her way. Anya isn’t exactly sure why Damian seemed so mad, but she’d have to thank him properly for coming up with a lie on the spot on her behalf. She can only imagine how shocked she must’ve looked for him to step in! And she’s nothing if not a good actress, so she plays the part right into the lie Damian spews. ❛ Ah - yeah! Anya is going with Sy-on boy! ❜ She takes just a simple step closer to him, hand lightly placed on his arm - always careful not to overstep her boundaries lest he decides to drop the ruse! - and a faint pink on her cheeks. ❛ Sorry! But thank you for the invitation. ❜

He was both in disbelief and over the moon, when he heard Anya agreeing with his rushed statement. Pinkie was really going to the ball with him (not with the npc looking side character that had boldly asked her out). He could feel the enthusiasm swell in his chest and he wanted to give his happiness a voice, but having to keep his cool in public, he kept a poker face, but mentally cheered in joy. The angry wrinkle on his forehead disappeared visibly and his mood was lifted at once. The ball would be a good place to show off what a great guy he was.

The interaction with the other guy didn't seemed to be over yet (much to Damian's annoyance), so he threw an angry glare at the side character. When Anya touched his arm, his whole body tensed up from the sudden sensation and his ears turned beetred. She smells sweet, he thought, explaining to himself that noticing Anya's smell was simply an observation, not admiration. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and nodded energetically. "Yeah, she is going with me, so fuck off." An odd feeling of satisfaction filled him, when he repeated himself once more and when the other finally took off.

chuckling, he lifts his hands in front of his chest. "sorry, sorry. your round, little head looked just too tempting to leave it untouched." his honey coloured eyes muster her, as she desperately tries to fix her hair. she was simply too cute to ignore.

On weekend's the city was usually crowded, but Atsumu didn't really minded, as long as he could hang out with his friends properly. But when he turned around this time, he suddenly found himself to be all alone in midst of strangers. He wasn't quite sure, if the other had told him how he had to look for a restroom and Atsumu just had overheard it between his own blabbering. For a moment he thought about calling him, just to see his friend appearing between other people with a big smile on his face.

           【 将 ;; masaru 】　❝ How did your interviews? You didn't seem to pleased to have so many applicants to talk to. Did you at least find someone good? ❞ 

he hadn’t been born with an icy core, but one that was capable of love, one that was nurtured by a parental presence that yet abandoned him unexpectedly, leaving no trails behind that he could hold onto and have a smidgen of hope. over the years, however, he had coddled the cold and stabbed the love from every tiny interaction with the world ⸻ a monster who ended up embracing every vice as a virtue, his cold heart no more than a void. and so, when she arrived with her heroic and benevolent stance, when her perpetual innocence came, he saw her not; he saw only an opportunity to gain that so very temporary and most shallow of twisted highs.

❝ i don’t think i asked for help. ❞ he commenced with his nonchalant speech, observing her under the aureate of his intense spheres, studying her lineaments as if fetching for a malicious sign: a sign that cared not to come for it did not exist. only her refined intentions, solely a sense of justice, of probity, of love. he loathed so much compassion, for he feared the loss of it with the guilt weighing upon his shoulders. ❝ i told you i work alone… which means, i heal alone too. ❞ his familiar stood beside him with an equal cool stance, with a similar dubious stare. ❝ your friends are waiting for you… shouldn’t you be joining them? i’m certain they disapprove your decision to come here and help me. ❞

In all honesty Sett could definitely come off as a scary brute of a man with his strong willed demeanor and his sharp words, but Soraka had promised herself to let all of her doubts and fears behind, whenever she saw someone of need. She was aware of the naivety of her decision and would always push aside the thoughts of what if's. Instead she would bravely take things into her own hands and do what she deemed to be the right thing to do. Soraka was a healer before a Star Guardian, so her belief in altruistic help was stronger than any fear could ever grow. And even after all she had seen from the way Sett used his fists to break through enemy lines to his blood smeared paths, it broke her heart to know him suffering pain all alone.

He was fighting for the side of Light, just like they did. So technically he was one of them and therefore deserved to be treated like them. Even if he didn't liked it. At his snarky answer, she nodded gently. Soraka was known for her endless patience and kindness, so she was sure that things between them only needed some time. "I know. But I don't offer my help as a Starguardian, but my help as a healer. It's my duty to ease the pain of those in need." She gave him a small smile, before shaking the head. "I don't see why they should disapprove, when all I want to do is making sure you are fine. It's not like you will hurt me, right?"

with all the bickering they had been constantly doing, whenever they saw each other hakuba had actually expected kaito to be the last person to get him a present for his birthday. and even then he had believed he would at most get him a cookie to go with his tea time. but instead he received a variety of high quality presents: a new edition of a set of sherlock holmes novels he had been obsessed with from a young age on and a pretty pocket watch that fit straight into his aesthetics. and on top of that he was even suprised with a bouquet of beautifully assembled roses.

ah, this is so unfair . it’s much easier flustering him as his alter ego but in his civilian identity ? not quite ! it’s not everyday for kaito to be flustered over something suggestive . it’s giving him weird ideas and hakuba’s encouraging about this . on the other hand, it could be some kind of a payback at his female friends for forcing him in such an awkward position with a guy he’s silently crushing on . the ideas are endless .

‘ aw , why can’t we do this somewhere private ? ’ regret is evident in his voice after he realizes he can’t escape from this since aoko had purposely planned this . she’s so evil ! the blush on his cheeks becomes deeper as soon as he was face to face with him. it’s a similar suggestion to him as kid .for some reason he thinks hakuba’s taking advantage of flirting with him as kaito is some kind of payback when he tried to escape from almost being caught .

‘ t-that would prove their point if we do that . do you really want to ? ’ it’s much of a turn-on for him , as much as he hated to admit but his usual pokerfaced expression is starting to fade from his rival trying to hit on him many times . he watches him with interest as if to study his appearance – he doesn’t look bad but rather attractive in his standards . kaito assumes & mentally curses his feelings to get in the way of something small .

kuroba wasn't as 'aggressive' as kaito kid, but that didn't exactly mean he did not know how to flirt back. if anything, hakuba thought it was quite a nice change for once. chuckling, he gives the shorter male a gentle squeeze to his cheek. "you are aware, you just admitted you are fine with whatever this is. if only we were in a more private space. but when it comes to you..." he leans over, arms next to kuroba's head, supporting hakuba's body, to whisper into his ear. "i don't mind doing stuff here."

he was a master in pushing the buttons, knew too well how to tease without going too far. so as soon as the words had slipped over his lips, hakuba leans back to wait for a reaction. it was still too dark to make out much facial movement, but feeling kuroba's presence in front of him, was enough to rile him up. when he hears the other's whispered question, he puts his hands on the shorter male's hips to pull him closer. grinding into him, his face is just a blink of an eye away from kuroba's. "is that enough for an answer?"

watching atsumu go through the rack and pull out a black dress … short but not too short , just modest enough … taking it when he gives it to her , watching him shed his jersey before placing it atop the dress she’s holding . shifting so it’s over her figure to give the other a better look at how the outfit would look like on her body … she tilts her head as her glance flickers to the mirror at the side .

“ oh ~~ new style … i’ve worn the boyfriend shirt thing and all , but the jersey idea is completely new to me , ” she muses , it feels almost possessive with the way atsumu’s surname is inked across the back of it . it certainly screams ‘ MINE ’ . “ this is a whole new tier of boyfriend shirt … ” she hums , turning the jersey around to show atsumu the surname across the back of the jersey .

a grin on her lips , “ i think it’d be QUITE convincing if i wear the jersey … y’know , feels like you’re puttin’ a ring on it , ” she jokes , wiggling the fingers on her right hand . “ i’ll keep the makeup natural and tone down the jewelry so all people will notice is the jersey , it’ll be the HIGHLIGHT , ” she says , after all … they’re trying to put up a convincing act of dating and having been in a relationship for a while .

when she gives him a hint at how she would look in his chosen fit, he returns a satiesfied smirk. even if she would look great in every kind of attire, he couldn't deny the charm of the women's favorite. and the match with his jersey gave the whole outfit a personal touch. while he imaginarily patted his own shoulder proudly, he watches her whirling around to show off his name stretched over her back. he feels the warmth filling his cheeks, as he listens to her chatter. her assumptions were kind of cute and if he was honest to himself, they most likely bore some bit of truth.

atsumu couldn't help but grin widely, when she presented her ring finger. gently picking up the stretched out hand, he raises it to his lips, stopping right before touching the back of her hand. "don't be so charming, reiko, or I might pop the question at the family dinner for real." for a moment he musters her silently, just to let go again. chuckling lightly he nods his head at her idea of making the jersey the highlight of the outfit. "whatever feels the most comfortable for you." he smiles and turns around to see if he can find some nice shoes or accessoires as well.

As long as he kept himself safe, at least in Soraka's imaginary terms of contract. When the Starguardians led by Ahri however arrived at the fighting scene that night however, they found a rather ghastly scoffing Sett who told them to return home since the fight was already over. But when the others turned their backs on him to leave him alone as he wished, she found herself following after the Vasteyan who seemed to be limping and visibly bleeding. As a healer there was no way in hell she could leave him be. Not in this state.

"Wait up, Sett! Let me take a look at your wounds!"