#enduringspring

(Since I’m running out of these, I’m gonna do a tripple whammy and talk about three peeps.

@probably-not-haru 

My Angst Bae, the Haru that gives Makoto the most feels. I absolutely loved looking at my notifications and seeing that they’ve replied to an angsty ask I’ve sent them. With each word my heart literally breaks in the most beautiful way ever. And again, synonymous with many other Haru roleplayers I’ve met, their presence is so... similar to Haru. That quiet, always there (on my dash) sense of security. All Haru roleplayers are so serene. I LOVE IT.

@savageorcacaptain I admire the mun because of her writing and how she would always message me and give me a heads up. I remember the cute threads we wrote together and I still appreciate her time for me till now. :) 

@soudevoted SENPAI. I LOVE YOU SENPAI. I’ve always looked up to the mun and their writing skills. Their way of articulating emotions is absolutely a piece of art. I’d love to roleplay with you again <3 Sorry for being the worst roleplay partner and not continuing the thread. ;A;

“ Quit getting distracted, it’s LATE. “ 

   It had been a while.    Two years, maybe? Or just one...

   Either way, it had been long enough for Kisumi to catch whiff of nostalgia. He had gone by Iwatobi and slipped a note into Makoto’s swim locker during their final class of the evening. Kisumi was used to leaving school early. Who knew new friends weren’t as fulfilling as the old? They didn’t understand how Kisumi was. Not like Asahi, Ikuya, and Makoto did.      ...And Haruka, too. 

   Which left Kisumi to his own devices at a cafe near the school. He hadn’t ordered much -- some melon bread to pick at and some water. It was up to Makoto whether or not he’d accept the note’s offer and meet up with Kisumi. There wasn’t a reason to ignore the invitation, right? There hadn’t been any ill feelings left between the two. 

“Mako-chan! Mako-chan, wait up!”

It wasnt the best idea for Nagisa to be running, but that didn’t stop the little blonde from doing just that. The snow came down like big, white feathers that melted when they came into contact with Nagisa’s mittened hands or his chilly, pink-tipped nose; it also coated the street, creating a thin but slick layer of ice detrimental to those more inclined towards clumsiness.

Like Nagisa.

As he approached, Nagisa tried to skid to a stop, but there was no traction on the soles of his boots, and so instead of stopping just short of Makoto, he slid right past him and fell on his bottom. A little flustered, but otherwise unperturbed, Nagisa looked up at Makoto, face shining.

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You're the cutest ever. <3 & your wrists :O so unusual xD but I can relate!

Natsuya’s yelp broke through the nightly silence, the crashing noise that followed was sure to wake every neighbor smart enough to be asleep at this ungodly hour.

He scrambled to get back to his feet, foot catching on something rough and heavy, toppling him once more. A string of curses flew from his mouth even as he flung both arms around in a desperate attempt to find something to break his fall. What did break his fall was the wall behind, and he slumped down, hands covering the back of his head he had hit on the rough stone, adding colorful words to the curses he had uttered moments before.

     “N-Nao!! What are you doing?! It’s just me!”

Was that a panicked hitch accompanying his words? No. Definitely not. He wasn’t afraid of his boyfriend, why would he? There was no reason to.

Yet... when he had returned to their shared apartment a day earlier than expected - although at a ridiculously late hour, admittedly - he had been assaulted with what must be the door to their bedroom that Natsuya himself had unhinged a week ago to prepare for the scheduled wall penetration this friday. Nao must have used it as a weapon, no matter how bulky, to attack the stranger - presumed burglar? - with it.

Natsuya wondered briefly if he should be impressed by his slender boyfriend’s display of strength before he could hear rustling that promised more movement from the other man. Fearing another attempt at crushing heads, Natsuya scooted off the wall and along the empty doorframe until he could make out Nao’s silhouette against the window.