#bigheartedswimmer

Rin sighed as he walked across campus grounds, a heavy backpack on his back. He didn’t bother saying goodbye. It didn’t matter to him anymore. His roommate was just his roommate, no matter what title they had once had, and his friends… well, they just weren’t what he was looking for. None of this was what he was looking for. And while he hated to admit that he had been wrong about everyone, been wrong about everybody…

Staying here any longer hurt.

The few belongings he had decided to bring with him were either already in his trunk or in the bag on his back. All of his school stuff had been left behind, right down to his Samezuka jacket, his old cellphone still in the pocket.

He considered calling his sister. He should at least tell her goodbye. But, as he looked at the phone… he knew that it might change his mind. That if he told anyone it might change his mind. And he didn’t want to risk it. It took enough time to finally get up the courage to leave in the first place.

He threw his backpack into the passenger seat and took a deep breath. He had no idea where he was going or what he was going to do. Leaving all this behind meant leaving behind his dream of being a swimmer as well. Not that it made him happy anymore anyways.

But without swimming, and without a friend to guide the way, where was he expected to go?

He hesitated for a moment before shaking it off. He turned his key and backed out of his parking space. It was time to find somewhere new. Time to find something else to make him happy.

"It is -- way to early in the morning -- for this!" Natsume puffed out.  He tore through the forest, branches smacking his arms and legs.  Briefly, he glanced behind him at the dark, flitting shape still following him.  The youkai's laughter floated ahead to him, cold and hungry, high and gleeful.  Natsume shuddered and put on more speed.

In sixteen more steps, the laughter faded.  Natsume glanced behind him.  There were plenty of dark shadows beneath the trees, but none of them were moving.  Natsume slowed, but didn't stop.  If he could get to an open area...  No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the ground disappeared out from under his feet.

"Uwaahhhh!" Natsume yelled, crashing into the road.  He landed on his feet, but stumbled, lost his footing, and tumbled across the road into the fence on the other side.  Quickly, he turned to look back at the forest.

All was quiet.

Ten new questions? Jeeze… 1. Favorite artist(s)/band(s) 2. Favorite song(s) and why 3. Favorite otp(s) 4. Favorite non-canon otp(s) 5. Favorite scene in movie, book, TV show, etc 6. Favorite fandom 7. Dream job 8. Favorite childhood movie 9. Favorite color and why 10. Have you ever written fanfiction/fan art? If so what is your favorite fandom to write/make art about?

(hey guys! I'm just making an announcement to let you guys know I'll probably be very sparse on this account this week, and maybe into next week. I have a lot of midterms coming up, and I've been spending too much time on here rather than focusing on my schoolwork. (How does economics work, anyway?) 

With the way school, work, and the way I wish my studies will go -- I'll probably be on here very little if I want to get anything accomplished. My queue will still be running and down here is the list of people I still need to respond to (and asks I still need to answer). If anyone wants to drop a thread, or doesn't care about an ask anymore - please let me know! However, if you still do want me to reply/answer then they are waiting in my drafts/askbox! 

Without further adieu, here are the list of people I owe!: 

Drafts: 

bigheartedswimmer - 5 

literally-an-orca - 3 (?), I know I haven't put one in my drafts yet. I think it's the Valentines one. 

shhiroibara - 1 

nanasefreestyle - 2 (tied up and welcome to the friendzone). 

dontcallmegou - 2 (baby bump m!a and lasertag) 

whalesandsmiles - 1 (our characters getting drunk together / dont look under the cut for drabbles meme) 

gouthesupermanager - 1

shyseal - 2 (valentines / red string of fate)askkout

I also put two open posts for luxrhopalocera and diving-ryugazaki. 

asks: 

askkoutmatsuoka - red string of fate meme, § (I don't remember what this is??) 

bigheartedswimmer - munday questions, sentence meme (cooking). 

ezzydean - sentence meme (for Haru). 

shyseal - ❅ (I think this was for a holiday kiss, we can make it...a Valentines kiss?) 

spiritanimal m!a from codenamedshark and anonymous. 

fatedshark: drabble - trick

anonymous and haruthewatergod for a flower kiss meme. 

Twin AU with explanativelogitistcs (I write the starter)

send me a 'dibs' if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner ;

Your muse finds mine like this:

What is your muse’s reaction?

Nagisa was often faced with bullies when he was alone, but ever since the last brutal assaults when Makoto was around the boy had been on edge. He started taking note of how fictional characters fought to defend themselves, save their lives in the result of an attack. He even took observations on how the assailant attacked, and thought maybe if he fought fire with fire -- the bullies would stop. 

Even with that determination, Nagisa knew that his height and build were a disadvantage for the most part, but he also learned how to use it as an advantage. He could quickly slip past people, and sneak stabs with pens, scissors, anything with a sharp edge that could potentially hurt and wouldn't get him expelled for having it on his person. 

He was sure he blanked out midway through fending himself off of three bullies. The same three bullies that basically beat him and Makoto mercilessly. After a while, he came back, hearing distant voices of 'What's gotten into that little dude all of a sudden?', 'Yeah, he used to just take it!', 'Now, he's crazy!' 

Nagisa stared down at the ground, finding bloodied scissors on the ground, carefully he picked them up and dumped them in the trashcan next to the bench he decided to take a seat on. 

The blood he felt on him was growing cold, and sticking to his skin. There was no way he could go to school like this without being questioned. Wrapping his arms around his chest, he rose his head at his name being called. 

"Makoto--" he greeted, staring into green orbs. It took him a few minutes to register what Makoto was going on about, before slowly nodding. "Ye-Yeah, Yeah, I'm fine."