#caestors

                    even so much as the sound of her name had him on guard.                      hands balled into fists, about ready to swing. if they say her                      name one more time, he’d start throwing punches. 

                    everything they said had him drawing closer, as a predator                     would when easing closer to its prey. it was the mention                     of his inability to change the outcome of what had happened                     that brought the first blow cracking against the side of the                      student’s face, knocking a few teeth out in the process. 

      “  Perfect timing.  ” SHE muses, clapping her hands together softly as she approaches him. Everyone else seemed to be busy in the dorms, and she was bound and determined to make sure she didn’t go on her journey alone.   “  I need to go shopping. Care to join me?  ”

Minako had been curled up on the couch in the lounge, her knees pulled close to her with her textbook in her lap. Of course the music that blared in her ears was loud && distracting but nothing could’ve distracted her from seeing the door open. The fool looked up, brightening slightly to see that Shinjiro had returned for the night. She happened to glance over at the clock, noticing just how late it was && sighed as she took one of her headphones off.

HAPPY EARLY BDAY :3

thats rude B(

          @caestors . /// 

         she merely felt guilty for craving affection from him in impromptu times. painfully aware that he didn’t exactly like public displays of affection, their relationship felt as if it was supposed to be on the down - low. even when she spoke of them, rarely did she include their more intimate moments in conversations - mostly out of respect for the hierophant. though, within her private conversations with yukari, she felt a little more comfortable going in depth with what happens within her relationship. yet - as she attempted to speak out her apology, she was quickly interrupted by a pair of soft lips pressing against her own. such an act was nearly unheard of, especially in somewhere as public as the school hallways. 

Amongst the sea of swirling skaters, Takeba and fellow bystanders awe at Leader’s and Mitsuru’s synchronous flips. However, to her dismay, further ahead Aigis fervently pursues Mochizuki. Yamagishi holds Amada’s hands as Iori, brandishing a camera, briskly circles the slow yet adorable pair.

Where does that leave our masculine duo?

Coming here was decided by a mass majority SEES’ vote. Donning a pair of rental ice skates, Akihiko pulls a reluctant Shinji along as they waddle towards the rink. It’s evident who voted what.

“It shouldn’t be so bad…” Akihiko says — to coax his friend as means to build himself up — before stopping right at the edge. His eyes lay fixed on shiny flooring much like a cat staring down a brimming bathtub. Mentally, he prepares for inevitable demise because unlike Yamagishi and Amada, they refuse to admit they’re inadequate as well.