#immineye

i'm a few days late but i wanted to try and answer this . anyways ... you are my people ♡ honestly , i wasn't looking for you guys but you came into my life and made it all the better . for that i'm always thankful . i aim to be the best version of myself for you guys and i'm always appreciative that you still love me at my worst . i enjoy our late night ( or early morning depending on how you look at it ) banter and just discussing things in depth , like the positions we want to take on a human centipede or our hot takes on muses from whatever fandom we're hyper-fixating on at that moment . i love how easily we can change topics and talk about the saddest or wildest stuff , and especially how we can be honest with each other and discuss things .

i think all our personalities work out so well together . even though we're all miles away from each other we all have fucked up sleep schedules and somehow manage to make it work . bless working night shift i guess haha . but honestly , i'm really happy we're friends and even though we've all been through some insane shit together i would do it all over again for you ( but ideally not lol ) . apart from my appreciation for our friendship , i do want to say all three of you are talented writers and everyone who has the opportunity to write with you is so damn lucky ! all three of you are so unique in your writing and muse choices and no matter what we all manage to forceship hahaha . i want nothing but the best for each of you and i'll be your biggest supporter in whatever it is you want to achieve in your life . even if i can't be there physically , i'll always be sliding in ur dms to chat . tbh , even if we never wrote again i'd still be happy to just talk to you !! we still have to all go to disney together and get a big ass villa lol

" —eh? why wouldn't i wait? " it's a rhetorical question, really; there are plenty of reasons why he might not have waited. raijirō had already left for starters, having taken up some job nearby to exorcise a curse. second, fūrō was, well . . . a bit of a airhead, sometimes. whenever he pissed raijirō off, he always said the same thing:

頭には脳の代わりに風が吹いています！ you've got wind blowing inside your head instead of brains!

he couldn't exactly help it—his attention waned and waxed more than the moon, which was probably why he was currently neck-deep in all his science courses right now. [ he was always curious, and it just so happened that his curiosity meant he would be willing to study a minimum of 3 different sciences at once. ] " i don't have a class tonight—and i thought maybe we could stop by famima, then get something to eat nearby? " yeah, there were plenty of famima around, ( and maybe he was more of a lawson guy himself, ) but there was only one konbini in the area where they knew everyone who worked there.

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 . ayaka tenses , her eyes widening as she stares at the intrusion of her husband into her space . it wasn't necessarily an unknown thing to her , but the action of initiation was a rarity . not that she blamed him . their union had been born of duty and not love , however , as time passed she found that there was an ease into such deeper adoration . the warmth of a kiss ( as sweet as honey ! ) meets her lips . though surprise paints her expression it softens . it's then that her body relaxes , eyes faltering as lashes brush the highs of her cheeks . without question she returns the kiss . the small of her leans into him as a hand rises to rest at the top of his chest to steady herself .

“   uh,   ”   it's  a  slap-in-the-face  type  of  remark  that  jinwoo  should  be  used  to  by  now. his  honest  answer  is  no  and  that  he's  never  dated  before,  actually. there  might  have  been  some  indication  of  feelings  between  himself  and  joohee,  but  that  was  so  long  ago  now  and  never  acted  upon. after  she  quit  being a healer  altogether,  he  hadn't  heard  much  from  her  and  had  been  too  wrapped  up  in  his  own  progression  to  spare  her  a  second  thought. he  visibly  winces. that  was  harsh.

they  never  put  much  thought  into  it,  tying  a  tie. if  it  generally  resembled  a  tie  wasn't  that  enough?  the  devil's  slumped  shoulders  grow  a  little  tense. they've  never  had  someone  help  them  in  this  capacity,  suppose  they  never  thought  to  ask . . . and  learning  was,  well,  tiring. why  bother?  who're  they  trying  to  impress  in  their  public  safety  suit  and  tie?

angel  looks  up  at  aki,  question  answered  in  an  instant.

“ what's  wrong  with  my  tie?  ”   they  haven't  looked  down  at  it,  not  once,  quite  suddenly  fixated  on  the  little  point  of  tongue  poking  out  between  aki's  lips  as  he  concentrates. angel's  overcome  with  the  urge  to  poke  at  it,  but  they  keep  their  fingers  to  themselves,  white  knuckling  at  their  sides. if  there's  a  slight  rosiness  to  their  cheeks,  they  neither  acknowledge  it  nor  ignore  it. rather,  lean  into  the  feeling  that  flourishes  beneath  their  ribcage. it  leaves  them  desperately  searching  for  words  to  fill  the  silence,  as  aki  finishes  the  final  knot,  tucking  it  underneath  their  collar.