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Brain was saying no, but impulses were saying yes. ❝ So long as there's enough air in there, I'm... game. ❞

OwO

It’s not an odd sight to see Professor Ryo Asuka arriving an hour or so early to the lecture hall. It’s the perfect time to review his notes and make sure all is in order before students come into his classroom for the day. Typing away on his laptop, he corrected papers turned in to him recently. It wasn’t hard deciphering what pupils actually attempted to do ‘A’ work and who just threw garbage together at the last minute. Inhaling sharply, the blond mercilessly left comments behind on the assignments that wasted his precious time. 

He was about ready to close his computer to begin writing on the board, but the sound of heels clicking down the hallway caught his attention. Ryo listened closely to see if it was coming in his direction. How he hoped it was just a passerby, but then a person stood in the doorway of his classroom. Spotting who it was made him press his lips tightly together. Not her again. 

     To be honest, Makoto had no idea how he’d gotten himself in this situation. He’d never had much luck in making friends, and yet here he found himself sharing ice cream - and with a girl, no less-! He’d let her pick the flavor, since he really didn’t have a preference, and he could definitely see why she chose this one.Still, despite his anxiety about the unfamiliar situation, it was actually pretty nice, not to mention the ice cream tasted amazing. 

     That is, until he ate too much at once and suddenly felt a pain in his head, squeezing his eyes shut at the unpleasant sensation. 

“Oh, it’s you again?” He still remembers those weeks of fighting with this girl for the sake of this crappy old man for weeks. Actually, funny thing, his contract expired a few hours ago and he already headed back to his own base. And no amount of money would work to protect this crappy man again. It took him a while to recognize the...qualities of his. And he had no reasons to stay behind. Of course, the female likely did not know that, seeing how she approaches him. It’s a good tactic. Attack the bodyguard before your target when they are split. Shame he happens to not work as one anymore. And also left a few...gifts behind. 

027. What is their idea of perfect happiness? 

reading a dog-eared book while curled up under some fluffy blankets, seated on a window seat that overlooks a flourishing garden. chamomile tea and chocolate-chip cookies, the kind with the good fudge in the middle. rainy days spent playing various video games and trashing anyone who dares to play competitively with them. early mornings before the sun gets the chance to rise, when everything is quiet and still. finding comfort in being alone together– seated with those they care about, but not having to say anything at all.

just a few things.

028. What makes them laugh out loud? 

really good puns. the ones that aren’t forced into a conversation but rather the ones that crop up at just the right time, when everyone can be caught off-guard by some truly clever wordplay. …those and nonsensical neo-dadaist memes, I guess.

065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer? 

they’re a follower by nature. they may take the helm when absolutely necessary, but they prefer to work together with someone else as equals, as partners. as long as the job gets done, they’re fine.

100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about? 

several of their dreams have been nightmares fueled by trauma, a majority having been focused on their time underground both pre and post-death. those are the ones they try not to dwell on, the ones that are immediately tossed away in the morning in favor of thoughts of breakfast or something, anything else distracting enough.

a lot of the time they rarely dream at all, or at least don’t recall what was dreamt about upon waking up. every so often they experience a night terror, but those are slowly becoming few and far between.

when they have a good dream, though, it’s extremely vivid and sticks with them several hours after waking up. they’re the kind of person who has dreams that intermingle with each other as one vaguely cohesive story, rather than in parts. usually they’re of fictional characters from media they’re heavily invested in, sometimes of people they actually know.