#empathicrelationer

ahh I actually made a post that I put this blog on hiatus ! 

I didn’t think the fandom for POS was still alive ( as much as I really loved the muse but just tending to this blog got a little tedious for me ?? )

I’ve contacted @empathic-relationer about it and we’re really honored to know that people are looking through our blogs / reading our threads klasdfklsdjf 

↳ Grocery bags were normally not that heavy, but when     one has the use of only a single arm     then it becomes     a slight bit of a burden. Least the items were acquired &     slowly he were making way back to  school grounds.     There was still practice && even if he could not participate,     he’d least help out in some way. 

    School should have been out by then, yet someone were at     the entrance. Said person did not seem to go to this school,     but...that hair...Ah!? 

    “ Ah- !  What is the Galaxy Standard, Saisei strider club,       relationer doing here? “ 

❝ Mayuzumi-san... isn’t it? ❞ He asked above the patter of rain. The storm had risen up suddenly, causing many of the people traversing the city to take shelter; himself included. Even so, his head and shoulders were a bit damp.

Odder still was that he would run into Saisei’s relationer here, seemingly without Suwa Reiji in tow. Hozumi glanced to-and-fro to make sure he wasn’t about to be trampled by any incoming mobs of Galaxy Standard fans, but the area seemed clear enough thanks to the weather.

The motorbike parked a few blocks down the road, the path chosen not one too populated, Kyosuke’s usual run started once again. The white haired male had indeed continued his training without being part of the club, though that changed surprisingly, when Honan’s safety as a club was at stake again.