#* r

You can find in me

I'll be anything you want

Anyone you need

It's early Saturday morning. Too early to get up, Lev thinks, but not early enough to consider going back to sleep. He allows one more glorious moment of face-smashed-into-pillow bliss before rolling slowly, reluctantly, onto his side; as usual, his sheets are all tangled up around his long legs and the tips of his toes, bare and cold, poke out uncovered by the too-small blanket at the foot of his bed. Determined to put off having to face the day just a little bit longer, Lev searches through the mess of his sheets and blankets for his phone. It has to be somewhere, he'd been texting Morisuke just last night before bed--...ahh, there it was -- the telltale thunk of his smartphone hitting the floor. Lev stretches a leg out of bed and toes the fallen phone into reaching distance of his arm, grinning triumphantly when he has it in his hands.

The grin falters, gradually morphing into a troubled frown, when the first thing he's greeted with is a vague text message from Yachi.

[text ➙ ☆ yachi-chan ☆ (8:01am)] uhm...you should probably check fb, lev...

And he does. Lev's frown turns into a complete grimace, a growling tch of disgust welling up from deep within his throat. There were at least fifteen messages from various friends and teammates in his inbox, all of which asked about what was going on between Yachi and him. Ahh. So these stupid rumors had started up again.

Lev rubs the heel of his hand against his sleep-heavy eyes, mood instantly plumetting. How the fuck could people be so good at prying into such a secret, unspoken past? He'd buried his feelings for Yachi years ago -- tacked them away carefully, neatly, in a little wooden box before shoveling dirt atop them, putting them six feet deep within the earth. It's where those feelings belong, after all.

It was nobody's business to be hacking away at him like that, cutting off slices of the most personal parts of him to scrutinize beneath the lense of the public's microscope in the form of nasty, baseless rumors. Lev doesn't know what bothers him more -- the fact that his invaluable friendship with Yachi was being written off as something merely scandalous and immoral; that it all had struck way too close to his past love for Yachi; or that his Facebook status of "in a relationship with Yaku Morisuke", coupled with every gooey, romantic post or picture he'd ever uploaded of himself and Yaku, could have  been overlooked so easily in the light of these rumors.

Lev can't help but chuckle, his plan of counterattack taking shape in his mind.

Before he can lose his nerve, Lev posts a status update, simple but effective, that reads: "If anyone still doesn't believe that I'm a flaaaa~aaaa~ming homosexual, you could always just ask my BOYFRIEND! :D".

( ☯ ) Our muses are trying on goofy glasses and hats at a novelty store.

"What do you think about this one?" Lev reaches for the top shelf, plucking a mess of soft fake fur from the array of other winter hats. He smooths his fingers over the plush white fabric, initially attracted to the hat because of the two pompom puffs dangling from each side of it; upon closer inspection, the hat is revealed to have fluffy cat ears erupting from the top of it. Lev’s gemstone colored eyes widen with delight. “Oh my god, Yachi, it’s aaaaaaawesoooome!”

He tugs the hat on immediately and hurries over to the mirror that’s propped up against the far end of the shop. It’s actually pretty cute…but absolutely, wonderfully ridiculous when coupled with a pair of neon green sunglasses, the kind equipped with a plastic built-on mustache that dangles over your upper lip. Lev clamps his hand over his mouth to supress the laughter threatening to bubble up and out of his chest…and he ends up snorting, a sound that earns them another peeved look from the shopkeeper.

Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?

Answered!

What would they do if they were caught in the rain?

Answered!

Something/someone who makes them happy?

Yachi! She's Lev's honorary sister-from-another-mister -- maybe even more special than a sister in several aspects, kind of like an extension of his soul put into a tinier female body. The platonic love Lev harbors for Yachi is extremely strong. She never fails to cheer him up even in his bluest of moods, sometimes just by being around him.

How do they handle rejection?

Not well. Not well at all. Even with all that optimism inside, Lev does have a killer emotional weakness: very low self-esteem. It doesn't manifest itself noticeably, either; usually he just swears to work twice as hard and doesn't really appear that discouraged. But in reality, those promises to work even harder reflect some self-harmful ideas that whatever it was he'd done unsatisfactorily was because of his own faults and shortcomings -- faults and shortcomings that must be fixed somehow.

What is one thing about them that they're most proud of?

Even if it’s nothing but good genes, Lev sure is proud of his height! That’s why he’s always having his mom measure him against the doorframe in the kitchen almost every week.

Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?

Lev — being an adolescent teen boy — sleeps like the dead. This can be a real issue sometimes, considering that he is prone to nightmares and his tendency for deep sleep makes him quite difficult to wake if suffering from a bad dream. ;o; On the upside, he’s simply prone to vivid, colorful dreams in general, both good and bad. Just a wild boy with a wild mind to match, I suppose.

If caught in the rain, what would they do?

Lev would throw his head back and let the rain fall upon his face, chosing to laugh and enjoy the weather rather than scorn it, always the naively innocent one to see things as a cup half full.

…He might also run through puddles with his arms outstretched like a little kid. And catch a cold the next day, too. But it was tooooootally worth it in his mind. ;uu;

Do they have an idol?