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"I don't care if thar PB&J is an experiment. Get it out of the fridge, now." @91cmspoilers

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"A-Ah! But....!" Shuichi halts. He was just writing down his observations on his paper of this imperative experiment; that is... documenting the results of a steadily growing molded PB&J sandwich.... Why was he doing this, exactly? Well....the simple answer of... him and Hajime having too much time on their hands and wanting to do a science experiment on a moldy sandwich! He was just about to text him his new findings when Izuru demands him to take that horrific thing out...

And while Shuichi doesn't find his beloved boyfriend terrifying... even he knows better than to test him when he's giving him such a stern stare like that!! But still! He's sure that with more time, he'll make a big break through in their project...! "Y...You don't understand, Izuru! It's for science!" A very convincing argument! "P-Plus I was going to throw it out...um....eventually! Really!! S-So if you don't mind, I just need to record a few more details a-and um...!"

"Mhm...I know you do. You always share and prove to me that you do no matter what." Chiaki smiled with genuine softness as she reached for his hand to take hold and squeeze. He didn't have to say much every time if he felt the need to remind her that he's solely focused on having her. He shows that he does among his actions and behavior around her. At the beginning she hadn't thought about being in a relationship or having someone dear in her life like this before. But she would never trade for this or avoid this possibility at all. She moved in closer and rested her forehead upon his own before she continued, "And I only want you too. Don't you start thinking that you'll ever lose me, okay?"

"You Can Kill Me But Don't You Dare Touch Them" Prompts

{ Injury Starters }

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"A...Ah...but...." But he was already grabbing the first aid kit before she could say anything.... Not that Kaede didn't want Izuru's help: in fact, she was very appreciative of it; but the fact he saw that she even procured an injury, made her feel so embarrassed. If there was something she hated more than accidentally injuring herself during cooking, it was when someone else saw and noticed it. With how stubborn she is, she probably would have insisted, if she said something: that he doesn't need to trouble himself, and that she could just tend to her own hand..

It thankfully was not anything too serious, though: just a minor burn mark on her hand, caused by when she accidentally touched a very hot pan with it. It made a very noticeable red mark cover a big part of it... There was absolutely no way she would be able to cook anything else like this.

"Hhhgh...." She tries to hold back the hiss of pain that leaves her. This burn hurt quite a lot... ("Geez...stupid Kaede: how could you make such a careless mistake? And Izuru-senpai having to witness this...!") She grits her teeth in frustration. But she knew beating herself up over it wasn't going to help; that she should just let Izuru tend to her, and not feel so bad about it. And so, she nods her head this time.

"A...Alright. I'll sit still. Thank you, Izuru-senpai: a-and...sorry. About all this..."

‘I’m not unhappy. I’m just not quite ready to be happy.’  - @91cmspoilers

Downton Abbey Season 4 Sentence Starters - No Longer Accepting!

She hadn't intended on a philosophical conversation. Not so soon after Miss Yukizome had finished her lesson for Class 77-B that day, at least. Homeroom sessions tended to give Sonia the most to think about: while private tutoring sessions in her designated laboratory were likely deemed the most useful, it was the common classroom experience that both simultaneously made her head swim and heart full. It felt like a dream most of the time, a group of friends so entirely unconcerned with what she was. But there were so many regular, everyday things she needed explained, it seemed never-ending, a normal education.

And she thrived on it, all of it. Until, after stopping briefly at the campus vending machine, she noticed a boy with long hair and a suit she didn't recognize in the Main Campus courtyard. It didn't match the sort of uniform she was accustomed to at Hope's Peak Academy. She surmised he must have been a part of another class, or he would've been shooed away by the staff. Still, she hadn't hesitated to approach him: to Sonia, he appeared to be rather down about something and it couldn't hurt to ask if he was all right. Sometimes, she thought, that was just what someone needed: not a tangible thing, but to be assured that someone noticed them in times of trouble.

"You are not ready to be happy?" She repeated, blonde eyebrows raised in confusion. It was a perplexing situation: the only way she could comprehend it was if the boy was suffering from a mental or emotional malaise. Problems best sorted by therapists. There was no shame in that, she visited one herself. "Oh my, I am sorry about that. That seems quite distressing. But, if you do not mind the suggestion of a stranger, I think choosing to be happy is one of the most wonderful gifts you can give yourself. I think it is easier to do so when you have family and friends whom you love in your life, and you wish to do your best by them."

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He wasn't quite sure how to answer that question. He'd been staring at him for a bit, yes, but the reality of the situation was that he should have no reason to.

Aaron wasn't the type to judge a book by its cover, especially since his arrest. Everyone at school saw him as a brutal maniac thanks to Kamoshida leaking his record, not to mention Takamaki-san, who had all kinds of rumors going around based purely on her looks. So while this guy did give off an almost unsettling vibe, he'd have normally overlooked it.

Normally.

Because while Aaron Amamiya had no reason to stare, the Phantom Spider did. He'd never seen the man in person before, but he recognized him from a picture he'd found on a damaged hard drive in a stolen ShidoCorp truck. The file itself was damaged, the data it contained too corrupted for even Futaba to recover. The only thing that survived was his photo and his first name.

Izuru.

So the question was... who was this guy? And why would a biotech company like ShidoCorp have a file on him?

"W-well, I-"

He scrambled to think of a good explanation. He was pretty terrible at lying, at least to people who knew him, but this guy shouldn't be any issue... right?

"I was just kinda... taken aback by your hair-"

... really? That's the best you could come up with??

'Shut up!! I'm working on it!!'

"I mean with hair that long, it's gotta be a pain to maintain. I can't even imagine how much longer your morning routine must be, heh-"

Mikan did as told, setting the soup down on his side table before she turned to Izuru. "A-Are you okay with m-me checking your temperature? I just w-want to make sure y-you aren't uncomfortable," She asked.