#ic. interactions

"Eh?!" Haruko gasped. "But he didn't ask for a kiss!"

"It's still good practice!" Her classmates insisted. "He's standing in front of the booth next to ours, it still counts!"

"I don't think it does..."

"Don't be shy, it's just good fun!"

Haruko sighed. Seemed like her classmates wouldn't let her get away with that. She awkwardly tugged at the boy's sleeve, suppressing a groan.

"Uh, sorry," she mumbled. "This is a Kissing Booth. If you're queueing, you get a kiss."

He honestly hadn't noticed the booth next to him in complete favor of the beetle resting on the tree branch above it. He had his own Pyunsuke waiting in the dorms for him but it was still something to see these wild bugs in their natural habitat and seemingly unperturbed by the festivities happening around it.

It's not until a girl walks up to him and tugs his sleeve that he turns his attention away and- Wait.... a GIRL?!?

Nose flaring with excitement, Momotarou almost missed the kind of happy predicament he put himself in. He was standing beside a kissing booth of all things? And she was going to give him a kiss? That beetle must have been his sure sign of good fortune.

"Wh- I- A-Yo-"

Momo stammers heavily while huffing. His body brimming with uncontained excitement. She looked really cute too, so he was definitely all in for this.

Matias hadn’t even thought it was a question, so he hadn’t bothered to ask Kazimir if they were going to the party or not. He walked into the vampires office, ready already in his leather chest harness with a sheer black crop top and skin-tight black short shorts. The gold collar around his chest glinted in the light, but attached to it and tucked down into the harness was a green light-up leash. He even had glitter patterns on his face but he saw that Kazimir wasn’t dressed to go out and his brow furrowed, “Oh... We’re not going?” Matty pouted, looking down at his outfit before looking up at the Overlord. “I know that you’re the Overlord, and you have appearances to keep up but... Please? Please can we go? My friends will be there and I know you’re not going to let me go on my own this time. Everyone’s going. Everyone, Kaz. Maybe... Maybe your other human will be there? We could just go for just an hour and then come home if you want? Please?” 

It didn’t take much more pouting for the vampire to say yes, and soon they were at White Swallow with wide eyes looking around the room of barely clothed people. Now this was a party. No matter how much he wanted to run off and explore, he only moved to the bar... Where he saw Axel. Great. His comment earlier was not meant to be true, but there the second-in-command was. Grabbing a drink as the cogs turned in his mind, he ignored Axel and turned to Kazimir, “Do you mind if I go and request a song from the DJ? I’ll come straight back.” 

vis had spotted the extremely attractive man from across the sleazy club, and was waiting for a gap in his entourage - or bodyguards? - to be able to slip in and offer himself. his father was well known, a serial killer, and vis had to try his best to blend in when it was right in order to survive; and stand out when it suited him. the things he had to do to survive were second nature now, and he wouldn’t know how to live any other way. 

an opening, finally. 

vis took his chance and slipped through the men that surrounded the dark-haired stranger. “hey baby, you look like the type of guy to want a pretty boy to have in their company. what’s say we come to a little arrangement? your entourage can even have in if they want. best part is the only payment i require is drink and a roof over my head for the night; drugs are a bonus if you got ‘em though.” he smirked at the attractive stranger before capturing his lower lip between his teeth. 

everything he was saying, doing, it was second nature since his foster home; the only way he knew how to survive and the only way his foster father had provided a roof over his head. their and in use until he ran, with nothing to his name but the money from selling the last of his possessions. that went on the drug habit his foster father had left him with.

"Oi, oi Haru..."

The tone in his friends' voice seemed so somber. Haruka is not normally one for showing much emotions but when he does they hit Rin hard. A tentative gulp, swallowing down the lump in his throat urged Rin to step towards the older male and embrace him.

He doesn't know how long Haru would let him hold him like this. It's not exactly the first time he's hugged Haru, but that was normally after the thrill of a race, or in general excitement, and whenever Rin had nothing else to do but to handle Haru between his arms. This was different... Haruka asked for this. It was putting him slightly on edge.

Since his first year in Karakura High, Ichigo sought refuge during lunch on the rooftops. It was far enough away from wannabe thugs and gangsters not to try and bother him about his hair (after finally proving to the teachers and staff themselves that his hair was naturally this color), and gave him a moment of reprieve from the noisy chatter of students and their everyday gossip. Of course Keigo, Chad and Mizuiro would often join him, but more recently, Tatsuki and Orihime have begun coming around too.

Today was one such day that Keigo and Tatsuki were arguing over a show they'd seen the previous day, while Chad stayed mostly quiet and Mizuiro was on his phone. Ichigo stood off to the side by himself, being unable to join in on the conversation when he'd noticed Orihime walking up to him.

"Yeah, of course. I don't mind."

Ichigo smiles warmly at her for a brief moment, returning to languidly slurping on his juice box.