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early bday shenans | @divinetide

                                  ❛   you’re so pretty , michiru - chan !   ❜      

            she gazes toward the woman in awe of her beauty , a tinge of jealousy possessing her as she thinks of what life must be like whilst harboring such beauty  .  .  .  certainly easier with love interests , study partners , & in turn , even grades . oh , what she wouldn’t give to be a guardian with such grace !

                    ❛   i bet you could land anyone you want with no problems !   ❜      

& she brings her hand to her cheeks , darting her eyes in a direction opposite of her friend .

                                        ❛   me , on the other hand  .  .  .   ❜      

from the irregulars prompts! for @divinetide

Adrenaline was still coursing through Ami, even now that she was safe. Safe felt like a temporary term now. It was a word she took for granted up until recently, when she realized she could no longer count on predictable security in life.

Ami didn't want to complain. This was a privilege, it was an honor to be a senshi. But they were big shoes to fill. She felt like she was stumbling haplessly into this new role even though she did her very best to look like she had it figured out. That ruse seemed to be working on everyone; at least no one had said otherwise. It was only now with Michiru speaking to her that Ami felt like someone could see how difficult it had been.

There was no getting used to this. If Ami were to be honest, she would tell Michiru that she had no idea how she and Haruka could seem so unfazed by it -- committed to their cause in such a way that personal emotions didn't get roped in. To some, their approach might have seemed to err on the side of callousness. But Ami could see the merit. She wished she could compartmentalize things as easily.

With the other senshi looking to her to be the analyst and the thinker behind their plans, sometimes Ami wished that someone would acknowledge that she didn't always have it together.

It was a relief to have that part of her noticed by Michiru. That relief outweighed Ami's usual hope to impress the older senshi.

She was tired. Letting her guard down for a moment and letting that show was a palpable unburdening.

A few tears slipped from Ami's eyes. She let them escape and then gently wiped them away, nodding her head in agreement.

"There are times I wish I could close my eyes and disappear when these monsters attack. I wish I could be a little kid again; hold my hands over my ears, hide in a corner and wait for someone to save me. But now I'm that person who has to save others. I have to save myself. I thought it would stop being scary by now," Ami chuckled, letting out a slow breath through her nose.

She took a moment to center herself, then squared her shoulders and stood up straight once more.

@divinetide​​ sent: [  cook  ]  michiru makes  food  for  hotaru  :kiss:

nonverbal prompts. / accepting.

       ' STRICT BED REST ' is significantly less interesting when one is left awake with nothing to do. it makes them agitated, too fretful to be still when there’s only vague, feverish thoughts for company. so the firefly is quiet, each footfall soundless as she leaves the protective cocoon of her bedroom, a hazy determination in her gaze. there must be something for her to do. her thin blanket drapes protectively over her shoulders, hanging low, fabric dragging silently against the wooden floor.

       wandering steps are aimless, lacking in direction & purpose, traversing the halls with only enough certainty to avoid hard walls & sharp corners. the rest of the house is oddly noiseless. but a quiet, melodic hum reaches through the fog of her illness, beckoning hotaru to follow its divine tune. from one hallway to the next, down the stairs & to the kitchen. though michiru’s back is turned, hotaru knows the older guardian must be aware of her presence, if the way her humming stops is any indication. crossing the space to stand by her mother’s side, hotaru stands on the tips of her toes ( a habit from her childhood, & one that’s long since fallen out of necessity ) to peer into the pot on the stove.

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 | Accepting!

Oh gosh. Shinichi has to be reminded EVERYDAY to eat, because he will get so wrapped up in his novels or some new case he had found that he could go days without realising he hasn’t had any actual nutrients in his body. This leads to Ran, bless her heart, having to remind him and scold him each time she comes over for him to eat.

Shinichi’s excuse is that his mind runs better on an empty stomach and he can figure out the solution of the case much faster than if he were stuffed with food. He quotes Holmes by saying ‘I am a brain, Watson, The rest of me is a mere appendix’. 

Ran is the one that cooks for him, as he’s completely useless in the kitchen. The only thing that he can actually make is tamagoyaki, korokke, and pancakes.