#icynementia

(if he worries then he’s definitely a secret love child)

ic ;; Fuyumi looked up from the table where she was working, blinking at her brother. She brightened upon see him.

”Shouto-kun!” she chirped, immediately getting up to hug him. “That’s so kind of you!”

We have only spoken a few times but you are so adorable?? And sweet? I love seeing when you like my posts because I just wanna come sweep you up and hug you tight!

You're so supportive and your writing is incredible! You have so much love for your muse and it shows. You write him brilliantly and I get excited when I see a reply from you!

🎂: your muse to give mine a cake they baked themselves

ic ;; Fuyumi immediately smiles as she catches sight of her youngest brother.

”Shou-kun!” She gets up and moves to give him a hug. It’s odd not having him live at home, and she always looks forward to when she gets to see him. She pauses however whenever she sees him carrying something. A cake? It was clearly homemade. Her eyes widen and she looks up at him.

”Sh-Shouto...” She doesn’t want to assume it’s for her, but it is her birthday, so it would make sense. She can feel her throat getting a little tight. Did he make a cake...just for her?

( ooc ;;

Fashion Preferences: Fuyumi tends to prefer more understated, comfortable clothes. She’s a big fan of jumpers, cardigans, and sweaters, which she more or less wears all the time. She also likes lighter, pastel colours, as she finds bright colours to be a bit too bold for her, especially because of her hair. She doesn’t really like standing out that much. )

First interaction starters | accepting

@icynementia

     September had been in such a to exit the class that she hadn’t even noticed when she dropped something from the senseless grip of her husk. Its head whips around with the sound of red-and-white’s voice; a boy whom she hasn’t much talked to before. The ghost turns around, calming her rushed state so that she can talk to him like a normal person. Gazing at his outstretched hand, she can see that she had somehow dropped her binder without even noticing. If she’d left that here, she would have been in deep shit for her next class. September makes an exhale sound and moves forward to take the binder from the other’s grasp.

          “Jeez, thanks! You just saved my ass from Midnight’s wrath!” She tells him with exasperation, eyes flashing a friendly yellow. Though masked by an unmoving barrier of titanium, she is smiling. It’s semi-apparent through just the position of her husk.