#ccstlavie

// UR BACK!!!! WE NEED 2 THREAD SOMETIME TOO

                       IT   WAS   GOING   TO   BE   A   BUSY   DAY   between   classes   and   club   meetings   and   his   new   girlfriend   .      light   really   was   getting   sick   of   pretending   to   be   chipper   every   damned   day   .      the   king   of   campus   needed   his   coffee   .       he   turned   into   the   cafe   and   ,      thankfully   ,      the   line   wasn ‘  t   too   long   .

                 HE   JUST   WANTED   HOT   CHOCOLATE   -      not   a   long   line   of   caffeine   addicts   he   had   to   wait   behind   .      really   ,     he   had   a   fucking   gun   -   albeit   a   hidden   one   -   why   wouldn ‘  t   they   hurry   the   fuck   up   ?      a   snarl   built   in   the   back   of   his   throat   ,      but   he   forced   it   down   -      he   didn ‘  t   need   to   draw   more   attention   to   himself   .      

words behind our backs — @ccstlavie​ — accepting.

💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours.

“Dear you-know-who (because I don’t remember your name, I’m so sorry),     I think we’ve met what? Two times in my life so far? And despite my memory being crappy, shitty, and completely uncooperative, I know you. In a way. I don’t really have a clue about what you look like, what you’re called or what you do, but I remember a few things related to you that are botheringly vivid. And it’s weird. My condition is basically incurable, all I can do is hold back flashbacks from haunting me at random times with medication, but there are moments in which I see something and I instantly think of what I have left of you---the idea, sensations that you gave me---without even knowing you. Or, rather. I do technically know you. But I forgot. It’s my fault, it’s not that you’re forgettable: if you were, I probably wouldn’t remember those few moments we shared together.     Coffee, warmth, bitterness: these are the perceptions I can clearly remember, all while really not putting together who you actually are. Look, it’s annoying. It seriously is. But I guess my life would be far too easy if it weren’t this way, wouldn’t it? The more I think about these feelings, the more I remember small tibids related to them. Who knows, maybe we went out for a coffee, maybe we hugged, maybe we---did something else? It’s a disaster. I don’t even know why I’m writing this, because I don’t know who you are. Your name, whatever. All those are far memories. The only stuff that stuck to me is... sensations... and a vague feeling of guilt garnished with a little bit of sadness.      One thing I can very clearly remember is that I’ve been missing a jacket ever since I’ve met you. I can only assume that you have it, that I trusted you with it: hopefully you have a better memory than mine. I’m not expecting you in any way to return it to me, that’d be... stupid, but I hope you’re taking good care of it. It was a gift after all, am I wrong?     This got long and messy and it’s incoherent. I’m sorry. I’ll just stop here.Kaede”

“...”    Silence follows as soon as she places the pen on the wooden surface, and her eyes are  stuck on the paper she’s just finished writing. This is stupid, she muses. Absolutely idiotic. Why the hell did I do this?, she carries on, and her brows eventually furrow in frustration. Soon enough fingers raise to pinch the space between her eyebrows.      “For someone I don’t even remember,” Kaede mutters to herself, eventually letting go with her fingers to get ahold of the cup of coffee nearby instead. “I don’t even know them. What the fuck.” the frustrated huff is almost immediately followed by a choked snort, which is amused and embarassed all the same. “And I thought I had already sunk low.”     Her glance lays itself on the cursed “letter” once again. A sip of coffee. An hand reaches out, grabs it, she scans through the words once more, and then she slaps it front-down on the desk. Without thinking, her legs spring up and lead her towards the balcony.

aaaa thanks for sending this!

he’s definitely more someone who does things in the moment! he doesn’t really feel like he has any talents apart from, well, flowers and improvising - he’s very good at keeping conversations going, for example.

because of this it kind of stuck so even when he has the chance to plan something or prepare for something he’d rather just wait and see what happens, then react when the time comes

i now get cold sweats every new year and i die every day and hideki hates his life i want the mt ointeract ag