#hadobreeze

naturally ,     eren  has     𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒     about     reaching  out  to  others  ,    especially     𝖆  𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗     in  a  foreign  country    [    even  if  he’s  been  to  japan  a  handful  of  times  now  and  has    ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ     had  a     𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  ,     isn’t  there  a     𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎    for  everything  .ᐣ    ]  ,     but  what  he  desires  least  for  himself  is  the  headache  of  his  polish     chipping  away     the  second  he  starts     sᴛʀᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ  ʜɪs  ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀ     in  front  of  sixty –  thousand  people     ━━━━     thus ,     this  is  a     𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲  𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥  .     and  based  on  a    𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭’𝐬  𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ,     the  young  woman  seems  approachable  enough    [     𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙴  𝚃𝙾  𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽  ,    𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢     ]     with  her  bright  eyes  and     easygoing  aura ,     so  they  allowed  themself  to     𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞     she’d  make  the  interaction  as    𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘  𝖆𝖘  𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊  .   

           he  notices  her    𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧     the  moment  she  turns  to  face  him .     verily ,     eren  is  not  fazed  by  it ;     others  have  commented  on     ʜɪs  ɪɴᴛᴇɴsɪᴛʏ     since  he  was     a  small  child ,     and  now  that  he’s     𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇     to    𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖑  𝖔𝖚𝖙  𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖚𝖒𝖘     across  the  world  ,     people  tend  to     shrink  even  more     in  his  presence ,     awed  like  they’re  bearing  witness  to  something     𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲     as  opposed  to    𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽  𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶     just  like  them .     but  once  she    takes  a  stab  in  the  dark     at  his  profession ,     eren’s  inkling  that  she  has  no  idea  who  he  is     ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇs  ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ  .     he’s  relieved ,     even     𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖉  .     no  pressure  to  live  up  to  whatever  they’ve    𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜     [     ᴏʀ  ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs     ]  .

           sea  greens     𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭     to  follow  the  angle  at which     𝗦𝗛𝗘’𝗦  𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚  ,     leading  his  gaze  right  to  the  display .     ᴏʜ  .     it’s  the  kind  of  irony  prompts    pre –  recorded  laughter     in  a     𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐎𝐌  .     returning  his  attention  to  the  young  woman ,     eren  shakes  his  head ,     huffing  out  a    𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏  –  𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑  .   

            ❛❛     oh  ,    ɴᴏ  ,    ❜❜     he  answers ,     one  tattooed  hand  raising  to    𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑  𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚎  .    ❛❛     i make music .    𝖎𝖓  𝖆  𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉  .    ❜❜   

           he  figures  there’s     no  reason     to  explain  any  more  than  that .     the  magazine  cover  itself  may    ɢɪᴠᴇ  ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ     as  to  what  business  he  has     𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲  ,     even  if  not  why  he’s  so  concerned  about     ɴᴀɪʟ  ᴘᴏʟɪsʜ  .     speaking  of  which ,     gratitude     𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎     when  she  seems  to  recall  the     𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴  𝙾𝙵  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  ,     and  points  him  in  the     𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙  𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓  .    he  swiftly  reaches  for  the     𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐩𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  ,     promising  a  high –  gloss  finish .    

            ❛❛     𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜  ,    ❜❜     says  eren ,     the     𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐘  𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘     of  his  face  starting  to    melt     into  something  undoubtedly     [     .  .  .     ]     ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴀɴᴛ  ,     as  he  looks  at  her  again .    ❛❛     and     𝖓𝖔  𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘  .     you’ve  been  very  kind  .     i’ll     𝚘𝚠𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚘𝚗𝚎     for  it  .    ❜❜

             ➣        𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳  :        @hadobreeze .

Huh, he thinks this is the first time he’s ever caught her to become speechless, however it wasn’t completely on purpose as he just wanted to tease her a little but it had gotten him a little caressing from her, those were worth everything to him. Yusuke couldn’t explain just how much he adores her touching him. If days could be described as a merciless frigid blizzard then Sakura’s touch would be the equivalent of getting warmed up by a fire. That warmth radiates within the entirety of his form, making him want more..so much more.

Then,  he received a kiss as the dogs happily ran circles around them. Maybe wanting some of that affection as well but they knew better than to jump on either of them to interrupt their moment. The former detective’s hand reaches her, wrapped themselves around her and pulls her so much closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between them, as little hums of pleasure left his lips for her as his tongue greets her wandering appendage happily until their lips parted, now locking eyes with his rather greedy girlfriend.   ❝   𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞.   ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

@hadobreeze : "BOOOTAAANNN" she scurried at high speeds to her friend upon which catching up she places both hands on her shoulders. "This is life or death, Botan! I need you to be honest!" She rummaged around in her pants pocket swiping through cheesy picture after another shoving the device in her face. What was pictured was a young man, familar to the other, smiling from ear to ear holding a chicken. "Do you know him?!"

Life or death! This is surely a dire situation!

Sometimes, the small window above her worktable reminded her that life extended beyond sewing machines, bolts of fabric, and disorganized supplies. Cuts from her needles and cutters felt softer than cashmere. What did grass feel like? What about basking in the sun? Bark against skin? Moss tangling her feet?

Around and around her mind goes, transfixed in another world beyond. Daydreams are as indulgent as sugar biscuits and tea. Sincere opinion advised her to limit herself; enjoy sparingly to avoid excess. Miss Hatter, however, was far too permissive with her imagination.

Small sproutings shed from the earth, tangled around weathered brown boots. In a tattered, patched apron around her waist, and a sun-bleached dress fitting her frame, the Sophie of the world far away braved through shrubberies and pricking thorn bushes. Minute tears decorate the hem of her skirt. Her own hair escaped its braided bondage; the sun painted a golden halo upon her copper head.

What broke the reverie was a subdued exclamation. Sophie blinked once, then twice, staring at the work in her hands that still needed to be done. “Hm?” Lethargy becomes clear as her head turns to the source of the sound. Between her fingers, she rolled the sewing needle.

Although the voice was familiar, she couldn’t conjure a face at that moment. Instead, her thoughts were with the weeds and trees. The Sophie in the other, far-away place bolts through the forest, collecting samples to include in her make-believe garden. But the Sophie in the now slumped her shoulders under the weight of a perceived stare.

With a monotone drawl, she says, “Oh.” Her eyes connected with who it was. She squints before nodding. “Sakura. Good afternoon.” She gives a weak wave before she goes to observe her work again.

At the very least, an attempt was made. A shadow soon joins her over the table, another body beside her, leaning with intrigue. Sophie lowers her project and rests her tool. “Yes?” Out of societal obligation, she asks the curt, short query.

Darkened boundaries meet, distinct shapes joined, silhouettes inter-joined. Of glass extract bottles and bakeries, the air is sweet. Not overwhelming, not tooth-rotting, but only a hint of it.

In the periphery of her mind, long gone is the greenery. Her worn boots rest at a doorway. Past the threshold was a disaster of a kitchen toppled with splattered dough and half-filled cake pans, plates swarming on counters with botched slices and pink, yellow, and other bright frosting. This was not Sophie’s fault.

The perpetrator was found red-handed, but she cared not for her unlawfulness. Bright yellow pigtails bounce in darting across one of the table to the other, waving her wooden spoon and making a larger mess in her wake. She kicked her wooden stepstool around to the too-tall counters to make sure that she could reach the countertops.

This time of year, there would be cookie tins instead and malformed dough men. Misshappened gumdrops, chocolate pieces, and misplaced frosted laces on gingerbreads, surely, it was the season.

The seamstress looks past the conglomerate of shadows meshed together, eyes finally settled on Sakura. Brimming glint in her brown eyes, a promise shining above her irises.

Is she going to keep putting favors out on Father Christmas? Is her tree up already and decked with ornaments and lights? Does she have stockings up for-.. This is the third year we are not… Where I am here, and they’re all over there. Here.

Sophie’s hand come in contact with a silken bag pushed into her hands. Her head jerks as her fingers hold onto the bag. To the very top, tied in a curled green string bow was an assortment of vanilla cookies. She had to stop herself from clutching the the gift close to her heart.

With a simple motion, she opened the bag and plucked out a cookie. All she took was a hesitant nibble of the sweet. Not too sugary, not too dry.

”Thank you.” Finally, a sliver of emotion from Sophie—a resigned smile, the familiar smile that never quite reached her eyes.

The bag was put on the table as she then took out another cookie. “Here.” She offers to Sakura and nods her head to an empty chair.

girls supporting girls?? I know THAT'S right!

❝ Oftentimes, I worry that that is exactly what's going to happen, sensei. ❞

They'd already begun making plushies of her. Dolls. Costumes. Wigs. Everybody already seemed to like her, they seemed to care for her a bit more strongly than 'like' allowed, and that is what twisted her features toward consternation... Well, it tried twisting her features in toward consternation.

She'd more than enough light to keep things on the right path.

( hadobreeze. ) ━━━━━━ "Ouu" she glances around the room, freshly decorated and nearly made. Marumaru mentioned a meetup her fellow bridesmaids. She arrived, surprisingly, exactly on time. Though not a soul was around. Except for a blonde that caught her eye. Looks alone she definitely had to be one of Marumaru's model friends. If she was waiting then why not get to know the rest of the wonderful women supporting her friend on her special day? With a newfound determination she approaches the woman with a smile,"Hi! I'm guessing you're also one of Marumaru's bridesmaids?"

❛   someone   said   somethin’?   ❜   you   looked   up   from   sketching,   trying   to   pinpoint   the   final   piece   to   hanamaru’s   welcome   party   dress.   you   had   to   also   adhere   to   some   limitations:   her   mother   hitomi   wanted   her   to   also   have   a   traditional   japanese   look,   so   there   had   to   be   alterations   (   your   sketchbook   looked   a   mess   from   all   the   drawing   and   erasing   you   were   doing   ).   hearing   a   voice   in   the   private   room,   you   blinked   upon   seeing   a   brunette   girl   walk   in,   looking   to   be   no   more   than   …   nineteen?   twenty?   (   she   looked   familiar,   however   …   where   did   you   see   her   at?   )     

❛   oh   hey!   ya’one   of   the   bridesmaids   too?   ❜   standing   up,   you   extended   your   hand   to   her,   smiling.   marumaru,   that   was   a   cute   name.   hanamaru   sure   looked   like   a   marumaru   with   her   cutesy   personality.   ❛   yeah,   name’s   alyssa.   i’m   also   the   one   designin’   her   dresses   for   the   weddin’   and   welcome   party.   ❜   it   was   still   an   honor   that   she   asked   you.   of   course,   you   designed   alot   of   her   clothes,   but   this   one   was,   by   far,   the   most   special.   ❛   my   bad   in   advance   if   I   fuck   up   on   some   words,   my   japanese   is   enough   to   get   me   by,   but   it   ain’t   exactly   …   a   hundred   percent.   try   more   like   eighty-five.   ❜

It was surprisingly a warm day out in the gardens, a rarity since spring had yet to fully make it's appearance for the year. It was far too lovely of a day to pass up however, and Tamaki had every intention of soaking in as much sunlight as he absolutely could before Kyouya hunted him down to talk over a few business plans.

Tamaki had made his way to his absolute favorite tree, one that he had spent many hours lying under and reading whatever new manga had caught his eye. He was relatively sure most had gone home for the afternoon but he was surprised when he turned the hedge corner and spotted someone had beat him to the spot. Though that did nothing to deter him of course, instead his smile only spread larger.