dull lavender eyes drifted down the aisles of soft & hard-covered books , the categories on wooden signs that hung idly from the ceiling above the shelves . truth be told , koshiro had a soft spot for romance novels . stories of two people finding their soulmates , childhood friends becoming lovers later in life , rivals who end up finding the good in each other - all tropes of love that left a warm feeling in his chest by the time he reached the back cover . it was no wonder women liked these kinds of stories - they were soft & loving people , & while he chose to attend an all-boys university , koshiro still cherished the female friends he had at home for that very reason .

keiichi never liked women . he supposed he... understood that .

            with all radios tuned into the same frequency  ,  jackson catches the tail end of a message  ——  there are TWO more people in the building  .  looking around  ,  he’s sure he’s the only person that heard the message so he acts  .  shoving the kit into his partner’s hands  ,  “  i’m getting an oxygen tank  ,  when you can  ,  help me  ,  there’s people still in the building  .  ”  he quickly delegates  ,  rushing back to the truck to grab a stretcher and an oxygen canister  .  carbon monoxide poisoning is no joke  ,  and being in that fire for so long  ,  the injuries would not be simple to care for  .             he was right  .  when they finally manage to extract the last two from the flaming remains of the apartment building  ,  a blond male was placed into his care  .  conscious  ,  speaking  ,  vitals seems alright . . . smoke inhalation is definite  ,  there’s bleeding  .  his mind is going miles a hour  ,  until he’s snapped from his thoughts when the male struggles to sit up and a firm hand is placed onto the man’s shoulder  ——  oh  ,  he recognizes the blond . . . wasn’t he  ,  uh . . . right  !!  senator stephen mars . . .  ——  and he gently tries to urge the other back into the stretcher  .             “  sir . . . please  ,  i get you’re worried for them  ,  ”  jackson tries to soothe the other  ,  “  but lemme take care of ya first  ,  alright  ??  you ain’t gonna be able to help anyone if you keep goin’ like this  ,  ”  he said  .

walking into a gas station with his hoodie pulled up & his hands shoved deep into his pockets already made him seem more suspicious than just some guy walking around with sunglasses on in the the middle of the night - a dull whistle blown from pursed lips . no matter where ayato went , he stuck out like a sore thumb . eyes peer straight over to the person at the counter , letting his gaze linger for merely moments before an unnecessarily loud yawn escapes him , his attention lost & fixated on grabbing an energy drink from one of the cooling cases . it’ll do something for him with classes tomorrow . most of his energy is faked , anyway .

❝ hajyuuuu.... ❞   he chimes , the can clinking against the counter top as he immediately turns to his side to lean against it . a low , unrhythmic hum vibrates in his throat , gaze drifting up & down the other’s form from behind blackout lenses . he swears he knows that face , & as his stare drags on , ayato momentarily goes completely silent . he wasn’t even fully paying attention to what he owed when he’s told , simply placing a bill on the countertop before a hand brings his hood down from his head , mussing with pink hair before he searched in his pockets . unprompted , he takes the employee’s wrist , palm-side up , & places a bright red lolipop right to the center of it with a bold grin on his face .   ❝ bai bai . ♡ ❞

 Sebastian’s attention is pulled away from the cup of hot chocolate he’s focused on, gaze shifting towards their newest employee. He gives a gentle chuckle with a nod, before walking to hand over the drink to one of the servers.

    “Sure, but you need to stop calling me manager,” he comments, gesturing for Jirou to approach the station where he starts preparing the mentioned drink. “See, like this,” he mutters as he prepares the shot for the latte, “and then you steam the milk. Just a bit of air,” he continues, before grabbing the cup which now has espresso in it. He turns with a smile and hands over the cup, an encouraging expression on his face. “You can pour it, give it a try.”

//  “ There’s nothing else I can call you. ” Plus Sebastian was a hard name for Jirou to pronounce. Of all things, foreign names were always a big problem. 

   As Sebastian prepared the milk, Jirou watched intently with his hands neatly clasped in front of him but his polite stance would be interrupted as he didn’t expect to be handed the cup. He stared down at the milk and coffee, a bit at a loss of what to do exactly. Well he has watched the senior baristas do latte art, he just had to copy that right?

   Taking a breath, he slowly began pouring the milk in, shaking his wrist a little like he had seen others do. Initially he was trying to do a leaf but it came out looking like a thin feather instead. 

    He furrowed his eyebrows, “ Sorry. ”

//  She removed her sunglasses to get a better look of him. Once her evaluation was complete, she slipped it back on, a small smile forming. “ I see-- what a pity. ”

  Then, she left it at that, her heels clicking noisily against the pavement leading up to her house that Ethan seemed to be waiting outside at and started to key in the pass-code for.

❥     SEND A SHIP .

MARCUS & TOORU .

( lotus flowers ) our muses are having romantic sex wrapped around each other in bed in the lotus position // Jack and Shanjie.

👫// Jack and Shanjie.

1  )  when given the chance  ,  and if he has the chance  ,  shanjie will ALMOST ALWAYS make jack a homecooked meal . . . he knows how much the man enjoys his cooking and is almost preferable to constant take out  .  shanjie spent a lot of time observing what jack tends to eat when they're traveling together and tailors of alot of meals towards jack's preferences  .

2  )  riding off the first point  ,  when traveling together . . . shanjie often INSISTS on using a safehouse of his own  —  often provided to him by a local friend or the agency  —  just so he has a kitchen to use . . . and it's safer  ,  where it has proper security systems in place and probably more comfortable than a dingy motel  (  plus  ,  means jack can save on some expenses  )  .

3  )  shanjie tries to keep weapons out of jack's home . . . or to the best of his ability keeps it hidden from jack's view . . . in the most  ,  shanjie knows jack's aversion to firearms so he never carries a firearm  ,  though it's much harder to get shanjie to part with his knife  .

4  )  they read together often . . . shanjie never gets a chance to finish books he's started but being with jack allows him to do so . . . sometimes  ,  even reading with jack allows him to finish books he intended to but never got to do so due to his work  .