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π @brazenlystrong sent: π(Nanami) | The first 5 Asks to send π get a kiss (1/5)
A FLURRY OF FRENETIC texts ensures that he keep his phone in hand for the duration of his commute. White knuckling the straphanger, Kento stares at each short text. Gojo already beat him home, apparently, and each subsequent text reiterated that point. An unfortunate typo made when bumped by a fellow commuter exacerbated the chain of texts. Now, instead of of kicking his ass as he wished to threaten, he sent kiss. SHIT. Explaining this error did not dismiss the jeering. The moment he opens his door, he sees him. Standing, waiting. There's something so inflammatory about him, especially when he seems so pleased with himself. Fervid footfalls stitch their bodies together. His hand lands a precise, firm grip on his senior's jaw. Lips slide into alignment. He cannot resist exacting a bit of aggression, however, and initiates with a quick nip of Gojo's lower lip. He remedies this with a tender knead from his own.
An audible smack follows his departure. He quickly swipes at the shimmering string still tethering their mouths together. Kento β whose ears are sufficiently red β finally speaks, albeit between pants. "Satisfied?"
A10
make me doodle
β±Λqβ βͺ π ππππ ππ πππππ β πππππ©ππ’π§π !
when all is said and doneβ when the domain battle finally concluded and the smoke had settled, what was left of their DESTRUCTIVE society had slowly gathered it's bearings into a potential, BETTER future. utahime covets a small shrine in her home. tended to and dusted weekly. wilted flowers replaced when petals shrivel. photos, curled at the edges from age and yellowed from sun exposure. candles here and there too, wax sealed on wooden tabletop from over melting. she hunches over it, soft melodic hums filling the area as she tidies around.
the knock startles her. iori does not get visitors. she visits. standing at full height, arm wipes across slightly sweaty brow and hands pat at pant legs. when the door swings open, a startled gasp rips from her throat. feet lift from the floor momentarily in a theatric display of a scare. it can't be. this isn't real. why her? why now?
utahime swallows, attempting to snap out of the shock and dumbfounded state. she stumbles forward, hands smoothing up the tuft of hair covering his forehead. palms scrape stitching and and eyes water in an unidentified emotion. relief? horror? devastation? touch moves down over ears to shoulders before an embrace is made. a first for them. utahime exhales, body trembling wildly. nerves burning up inside. voice is hushed, β where did you go? β
[ MAGNOLIA ] @brazenlystrong, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.
naah, it's me, I am the number one β¨
I mean, I have two hands. Just don't tell Vera.
you guys might have to fight it off now. you are all my number ones.

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She barely fits upon the couch and the piece of furniture struggles to contain her weight. This means nothing to her as she purrs happily, putting every v8 engine in existence to shame. Four eyes closed, she happily leans into Satoruβs touch, paws flexing in the precursor to the making of death biscuits.Β
She shifts to rub her head against his, marking him with her scent. βMe,β she rumbles in answer, his silly question making her purr stronger and deeper. Sheβs his good girl and would readily fight anyone that dared say otherwise.
She moves suddenly, slipping from his lap, but turning in place to instead lay her massive head in his lap. Sheβs greedy for his affection and settles with a sigh as though sheβs had a long and stressful day. The threat of death biscuits return, but sheβs lying upon her side and making them in the air. She is mindful of not destroying anything of his with her claws.
"I've always known you're a twig, but I didn't know it was this bad." he dangles Satoru from the back of his collar with a single hand, "A strong wind might just be enough to defeat you. You probably would fall into a coma if someone punched you in the face, and given your personality, it's very likely to happen soon."
@brazenlystrong
my ass looks bomb in those pants and shirt btw. thx.
WELL AT LEAST UTAHIME / @songcurse IS GETTING A TASTE OF BOTH OF US