#birdcaging

“Well hey!!!” Kaito suddenly appears, wrapping an arm around Anemone’s middle. “This is my girlfriend, Anemone!” he’s grinning, but when he opens his eyes and looks at them*, his smile betrays the venom in his gaze. “--and if anyone touches her... I’ll mess you up so bad you’ll wish I’d killed you! ha ha”

OMG, that is freaking precious! I can totally see it, too! I’ve decided to make this an official headcanon for Kou since she is definitely the type of person to have hair ribbons/accessories. Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I love it!

❝See? It’s not so bad, right?❞

▹ Mod K

  “ . . . ”  had it been anyone else-- anyone else at all-- he would have grumbled and argued that he didn’t need medicine. He’d just sleep it off. He’d be fine. But as much as he feared the taste of the medicine would only make the churning of his stomach worse... he does take it from her. He can’t say no to her.  Holds it between two clawed fingers and stares at it for a long moment, before sighing and knocking it back. His fists clench at the taste, and he tries not to let himself get sent into a coughing fit.  All he manages to croak out was a little, “...ugh, god-- you weren’t kidding.....” it tasted like rubbing alcohol smelled.  he grunts, forcing a smile-- albeit, a bit of a pained one-- and gives her a thumbs up.  All is well.        For that taste... god, he hoped that medicine worked miracles.

He leans in, bringing their faces closer. One clawed finger tracing up from her throat to her chin, gently coming to hold her chin between said finger and thumb. A brow arches, teeth all but bared in some new sort of smirk before softening. Then after a moment, his ember hues wander from her lips, back to her eyes. And in a whisper, mouth ghosting near ‘gainst hers-- he simply says,   “Kiss me.”       ~    @birdcaging​

Not much has changed in those few years they’d been apart. Kaito’s grown a little, filled out just a tad-- just slightly more man-shaped now. But that’s about all. But Anemone-- she’s never looked so beautiful. And maybe that shows on his face amongst the million other things when he swivels around to stare slack-jawed down at her. Some sort of confusion, recognition, disbelief-- then shock as it sets in that, yes. This was her. This was the girl that left his life what felt like a decade ago. It was not a decade. It wasn’t even close. Just a couple years, that’s all. Just a few years apart, and yet... It felt like forever. It wasn’t a heartfelt goodbye, either. He didn’t really get to say much before she was pulled out and went somewhere new. Sure, they texted and all....He did get the full story... But eventually even their chatting quieted down, and their communication lessened into... next to nothing. And then nothing. She was busy, after all. She’d done so much in so little time. He’d heard about a lot of it. Some of his friends told him he should let her go-- not to dwell so much on a girl that was literally countries away. But, as much as he held the facade that he, maybe had. He didn’t. Not for a second. He couldn’t bring himself to let her go.  It came as a surprise to him, to say the least. “What?” he murmurs dumbly. Then lets out a little ‘uh’, then a nervous laugh. “Well, y’know what they say...” he starts, trying to hide the wince and wobble of his lip, as he acts as if no time had passed at all between them at all. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.” a laugh. Forced, yet somehow.. still genuine. Face adorned with one of his signature sharp-toothed grins. Just for her. He was happy to see her. So why did it feel as if his heart was breaking? It’s not long before his grin wobbles a little, and his eyes threaten to well with tears, and his smile grows sad. Still, he tries to keep.. something up. Some semblance of.. composure, or something. Little as he had left of that. Amber hues meet hers again, and he bites the inside of his cheek, forcing a happier smile (he was overjoyed to see her, really-- he was) and he draws her close, rather suddenly embracing her closely in one of those all-encompassing Kaito hugs of his for a few moments... before letting her go. Not quite daring enough to linger. “What-- what’re doing here? Do you have a show? Are you just visiting, or..?” His smile fades (as does the little glimmer of hope in his eyes as he realizes--) and he briefly glances behind her. “Is there-- is there someone waiting for you, or--? I don’t wanna-- I don’t wanna like, keep you or anything--” a pause, “well, I mean, I do actually, but--” realizes how that sounds, then verbally stumbles, ears burning, “I mean-- I-- well--”  he heaves a sigh of defeat as his words fail him once again. he accepts it, and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.  “... I just meant...” it takes a moment, but he swallows back the dry lump his throat. “I missed you.”                     ‘   ~  @birdcaging  ~   `

   his entire face lights up (he all but tears up, and--oh. Wait, no. He does tear up a little.) and he grins, giving her hands a little squeeze.  “I WOULD LOVE TO! IT’S GONNA BE SO COOL I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE HOLDING A MASQUERADE AT YOUR HOUSE ANEMONE YOU LOOKED SO NICE AT PROM SO I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW COOL YOU’LL LOOK ALL DRESSED FOR THIS---” and off he goes. and keeps going. and going and-- machine gunning out a string of sentences and half thoughts.  He’s just so excited!! He LOVES things like this... although no one would ever know it.... until it came up. Which it never does. Or never USUALLY does anyway. Til now.   This is gonna be so cool! He’s only ever imagined going to one of these things in his head, just for fun as a kid-- but to actually participate in one??  He’s ecstatic!!