#idollings

@idollings​ (sakura)

Enyou had been forced out of league for a while due to his substance abuse; obviously, Kuro was giving him an earful about it, since the black inkling had always been relying on the fellow roller-main to lay off the drugs when things had got more serious. For him, it was rather hard to lay off his habits each and every single time they were asked to participate in the next big thing -- especially since he disliked being faced with his own demons. Therefore, he wasn’t as busy as he’d usually be -- either it was him hanging out with Kuro to get wasted, or it was him hanging out with Kuro to team up for leagues. And now, well, since his best friend had been off to the challenge himself and hard-working to get towards his goal, Enyou was simply straying around anywhere he could go. Staying at home and getting high was one thing, but if it wasn’t with your best friend, or someone else who was willing (or not so willing) to participate, it became stale and boring quickly.

Roaming around the shops, for once he wasn’t wearing that fear-inducing mask of his -- so people weren’t avoiding him as much as they usually would -- but nonetheless, the moment they recognized him for that one ill-tempered flingza-main who would mow down anything in his way, they rather quickly decided to change paths. With his heads in the clouds like that he wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going, rather looking around mindlessly as he moved through the female aisle of the clothes section, he was only caught off-guard the moment someone or something had been colliding right against his chest, hardly knocking any air out of him but certainly catching his attention.

He must’ve walked around a corner all the while this girl -- as he finally had realised after looking down and staring at the floor on which she collapsed -- was looking through the clothes to find something to her liking. And that’s how he must’ve ran her over, or she must’ve bumped into him, but the details didn’t matter to him.

@idollings (kuro)

“Where the hell--”

Going on missions with someone who hadn’t been an agent wasn’t regular procedure, but sometimes agents were asked to recruit new agents if they deemed someone talented enough to do the job right -- considering that (according to the paperwork) this should’ve been a two-man-work, Midori thought it was best to have Kuro get a glimpse of agent-work in order to decide if he wanted to do it occasionally just like she did. But whatever went wrong with the paperwork this time, the address given to the green inkling didn’t match up with the description. “It says, that there’s a secret entrance to the octarian hideout right at this house, but... there’s... nothing there.”

@idollings (haiiro)

“C-Come again?!” Completely taken off-guard by the other’s words, Shiro hardly could believe what just had happened; of course, since Haiiro has always had the rather parental touch in all of his actions, it wasn’t unlikely to think that he’d be praising someone for anything they had done, acknowledging their hard work and such... but for the white inkling, this was a huge deal. 

Usually, hardly anyone would want to talk much to him -- simply because people were terrified of him and his attitude. Not only that, but he towered over almost everyone (if you exclude the freak Enyou), so he wasn’t exactly the type to be welcoming in a visual sense ---- but the moment he was opening his mouth and the amount of snark and anger coming out of him, it was a safe bet that people would back away instantly instead of taking the time of day to investigate more. In all actuality, it didn’t bother him too much that he was somewhat of a loner ---- it could have its perks, really. At times, of course, it made him feel incredibly lonely, and it left him craving the smallest amount of recognition. It wasn’t about winning money, prizes or a prestige lifestyle, all it took was a small ‘well done’ and it would make his knees weak within seconds. Haiiro clearly had not been aware of that fact, but it wouldn’t change the way that his body reacted to it.

Feeling heated all over, Shiro had to hide the fact that he had been sweating from the weird tension building up in his abdomen, but he wanted to dismiss it since it was... rather indecent, especially around someone older than him! He couldn’t help the way his body reacted to praise, but he became even more nervous with the thought that the other may sniff him out since he was already of age to be able to smell hormones like that.

@idollings (aoi)

Shiro was really no use with those romantic things; he hadn’t forgotten that today was Valentine’s Day (unlike his stupid brother, really), but he had no idea what he was supposed to do. Of course, getting a present and such wasn’t the big task, but he figured that this wasn’t... so personal. Buying something for his girlfriend, he could do that anytime, he did not need the excuse of a holiday for that. She loved sweets, so he would buy her those whenever she wanted them. And he was really... really bad at the lovey-dovey stuff; sometimes he was jealous of people like Akai who could just be so flamboyantly obvious with his romantic and cheesy side, while the white inkling had been so... reluctant to those kinds of things. Funny enough, he wasn’t terrified of being sexually forward... but to be sweet, loving and tell his girlfriend that he loved her?! He could feel his face fall off from embarrassment, just thinking about it.

Being so stuck-up and old-fashioned, he figured a bouquet of red roses was a must-have, right? And a huge box of chocolate, too, right?! He simply went with what he thought was a good option, though he felt really silly that he was... seemingly buying the other to be his valentine?! No. No, no, that was the wrong approach. But it just felt odd to give her things on such a special day, when it wasn’t exactly a special thing to bring home sweets for her. 

@idollings (aoi)

He wished that those kinds of things weren’t getting to him like that, but unfortunately he had been very sensitive with praise. Since he hadn’t received any of it as a child. It was expected of him to excel at whatever he was doing -- failure had never been an option, hence why Kuro had always been getting so much shit from their father (doubtlessly, both of them had gotten their fair share of abuse, but he couldn’t deny that Kuro had been treated like some obstacle). Shiro simply had gotten used to the fact that working hard and efficiently was something he was expected to do -- so it came to a huge surprise to him when his girlfriend decided to go out of her way and acknowledge whatever he had done.

Sitting in a rather tense manner, he lowered his head a little more since she went as far as to reach up and pet his hair, it only caused him to lean into her palm a little more like some needy puppy, feeling his face flush the smallest amount. The taller had been unable to look into her face since those kinds of things were just grinding his gears in a very explicit manner ---- and he felt disgusting for reacting in such a manner in front of someone so frail and adorable as Aoi.

@idollings (sakura)

The last thing he had expected to see was Sakura in such an outfit -- though in all honesty, he wasn’t sure what he should’ve expected in the end. Since they had become closer and closer to the point that they were dating, it would’ve been stupid to hide his hobbies from her the way he did in the beginning; it was important to be honest to your partner, no matter what. And since she didn’t mind the gravure that she had found by accident, he guessed that it wasn’t too bad to openly let her know of the idol games he played and such... they were all pretty tame after all, it was just scantily-clad girls, nothing hardcore in that -- he really admired the cute outfits on top of that, and since she was so keen on fashion and everything else revolving around it, Kiiro figured that sharing those things with her would be some kind of bonding point where both of their interests could tie together. But what he hadn’t expected when she told him that she was going to change for a second that she meant some kind of cosplay-attire to one of his favourite outfits from the game! If anything, he had expected her to slip into something more comfortable (since he was always down to wearing comfy clothes, and he didn’t see the point in her always been dressed-up like that, since he would still consider her beautiful if she ended up wearing the same fashion-police-alerting clothes that he was), but then again ---- he should’ve known her better than that and consider that she never ever wanted to be seen in anything less than dapper.

@idollings (haiiro)

Since today was Valentine’s Day, Hinoko wasn’t so sure what to do about it. She knew that she probably should’ve gotten something for Haiiro, but she also didn’t want to get him something that he wasn’t going to like! But since he wasn’t the materialistic type, the octoling girl deemed it alright to not get him anything, but instead show him how important he was to her. 

She knew that he was always busy with work and the emperor never went easy on him either -- but she didn’t mind if he was getting home late again, as long as she was able to pay him a visit. It wasn’t her intention to keep him up either -- if he decided to lay down and sleep after she had seen him for a few minutes, then that was okay too, after all she could just take a nap next to him and that was fine, too. The girl didn’t have crazy expectations for them to go out on an expensive dinner or forcing him to sit down for a movie, she enjoyed his company either way, even if he was fast asleep, knowing that he was getting enough sleep and felt refreshed and well-rested in the morning, that was everything to her.