#bigtopveggie

They all first meet at the Ranger school, Chiaki can bring them all together to form a team of Rangers, can even call themselves RYUSEITAI ofc, where they all go out together to help those in need!!

Hear me out: their partner pokemon being eeveelutions that match with their colors.

Chiaki: flareon ; Kanata: vaporeon ; Midori: leafeon ; Tetora: umbreon ; Shinobu: jolteon

20)  for sender to bite receiver’s stomach and then lick the mark left behind. 

Chiaki laid sprawled out on Midori's bed in the dorm, shirt riding up from the position with his arms raised up in the air while holding onto his Switch system. Eyes stare at the screen, glasses on his face, while in the middle of a raid in the latest Pokemon game. He awaits on his boyfriend's return, not a single care in the world. Chiaki made plans in his head to drag the younger along with him to check out the new stock arriving in his favorite store, yet that depended solely on when the other finished their tasks.

Downside to it all ? Being that the Ryusei Red completely engrossed himself in the game that he never noticed Ryusei Green's imminent return to the room. For someone much larger, they're surprisingly rather quiet in their movements. Though, if Chiaki had been busying himself with something less attention-seeking, he'd waste no time picking up on their return.

It plays to Midori's benefit.

That peek of his abdomen from beneath the hem of shirt enough to drive the younger crazy? Last thing ever imagined. Chiaki almost drops the switch upon his chest when teeth meet firm stomach. "Hyah--?!?!" The noise escapes the older without hesitation. Arms maneuver to place the Switch out of line of sight, peering down at Midori who's now bent over him, proceeding to gently slip tongue across the mark left by their teeth. It startled him, no way to take that back now.

🥬 caught wearing the shirt

Thought alone hardly phased Chiaki in the slightest as hands clutched about the shirt Midori left sitting out. While he's worn something of the taller's in the past, there's a difference between acting in such a manner for someone's benefit and acting in a manner for personal benefit. The Ryusei Red certainly was getting more and more comfy with the idea of acting personally for himself constantly than attempting to pass his actions off as for the benefit of others.

Well, he's still not about to stop acting to the benefit of others as a helping hand any time soon, though. A dream so dear in reality.

Though, when around Midori, he began showing colors he hadn't shown to anyone else except for Kanata. That selfish agenda so desperately he tried to keep down for traditions... Thus, upon taking hold of Midori's shirt, again it came from a desire within himself. Midori's clothes prove to be so much bigger than his own, far more baggy than he's used to.

A reminder of the hoodie he wore a while ago for Ryusei Green. Their favorite hoodie. Even this shirt he held reeked so heavily of their adoration for mascots and cute characters. Their charm, for sure. He's already removed his own shirt to promptly slide it over his torso. Chiaki glances at himself in the mirror, hands upon hips and puffing up his chest.

Not too bad, if he thinks so to himself. Perhaps a shirt just a size larger than his typical size wouldn't be too significantly horrible to own for himself. A decent amount of breathing room... He could always steal this shirt from Midori and claim it as his own, at least for a short period of time. He wouldn't mind any question that arise from it -- simply explaining he wished to feel closer to the younger's love for these mascots!

The rabbit's not typical for him, but it's not too bad. Would Midori notice if he-- Thoughts are cut short when he hears soft, low vocals questioning him. Chiaki turns to peer over his shoulder at the head of messy light brown locks. Those soft emerald orbs staring him down with that all too familiar stare of annoyance. A wide smile cracks upon the older's features.

Kabedon Ibara (omg they were roommates) | Kabedon Meme (always accepting!)

What?

What what what what???

First of all. Where were Mitsuru and Tsumugi? Second of all. Why was Midori hovering over him? Well, hover and hover, the wasn't that much taller. Right? Right?? ...It sure felt like he was though. Especially like this, with Midori standing this close to him, hands paced on the wall behind Ibara, the younger boy's gaze intense.

it was unmistakable that yuzuru was gradually succumbing to fatigue. not that he harbored any ill feelings towards his duties; rather, it was the dearth of moments for repose that weighed heavily on him.

in his essence, yuzuru was industrious, yet even in such demanding times, he yearned for moments of solitude.

the fragrance of plum tea wafted through the air as he poured it delicately into both his and @bigtopveggie's cups, offering a soft smile to the younger man.

Touch my Muse! - uh. everything. no u will not get me to list them all.

First: hand atop his head. To their fingers combing through strands of brown locks until reaching his ear -- a small pinch. Slides over next to lightly touch the tip of his nose and brush along his cheek, then his chin in a push up to raise gaze, until reaching his neck and grazing down along his shoulder. It continues along its path down the shape of his biceps and right into his forearm before gripping at his wrist and tugging fingers. Their hand soon lifts to push against his chest over his heart and then drags down to bump upon his stomach. This leads to squeezing at his waist and soon hips. After it traces around to his backside with a tickle of digits before swiftly traversing down to hit him against the butt.

Throughout it all, Chiaki's at first standing there rather rigid until the farther Midori maneuvers down causes the smaller to squirm a bit in place. They're not done yet!

Stance lowers to permit easy travel of hand along the muscle of his thigh, gradually moving to bump against his knee and drag down along his calves right until hand at last ceases movement upon his feet. Chiaki went from staring up at Midori to not glancing just a tad downward at the top of light brown locks.

It takes a moment for the older to process exactly what it all means. Might be some steam coming from his ears if that were possible. Not all bad! Not all bad, at all! Some emotions a bit more confusing than others, but it hardly says anything about hatred! Oh, but why would his boyfriend hate him, after all?!? Well... neck maybe, but... it's probably the lesser of the words! Oh, but forearm is indifference, right? Some of the emotions are a bit contradictory, huh? Well, that's not exactly important!

"The more positive feelings no doubt overrides the negative majority of the time~! I know how much you love me, Takamine! You have no need to worry about a thing! There's no way you can ever betray me since I believe in you wholly! I trust you!" Only a second of silence falls before a thought suddenly strikes him completely, considering his physical reaction to the way the taller touched him.