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The calmness in Miyano's voice made the hair on the back of his neck bristle, his demeanor changing in the blink of an eye under his presence.

Shuumei did not mistrust Miyano, he knew that his feelings were in honest and trusting hands, but the world wasn't as deserving as the gentle man standing before him.

If he took notice of Yoshikazu, it was only a matter of time before the others did as well.

His kiss brushed against his skin, melting him further into the boy's embrace as his forehead rests atop his shoulder.

"I'm.. You're great and.. I'm stupid..."

Stupid for thinking he could keep his wonderfulness a secret, like if that would somehow keep his selfishness at bay.

So, he reached out, and took him with him.

" Hey, man. " Karlyle called out, setting a cup of tea on the bedside table. " Ye settlin' awright? I kno' it's been a few weeks, but we should get ye outside for a wee change, yeah? The air's no' gonna bite. " He fiddled with his hands as a small, rare smile pulled at his lips. Oh, he was very nervous. Why wouldn't he be? He was never one to stay in his own apartment for long and often found comfort in other people's homes. But now. . . he had Till, and leaving him alone wasn't right. Luckily for Till, Karlyle's apartment was huge, so he gave him his own room. It was one of the few perks of having wealthy, absent parents. Ugh, the mere thought gave his tongue a bitter taste. " Plus, I was thinkin' of gettin' ye a guitar. Saw ye the other day. . . ah, pretendin' tae play. Thought. . . maybe it'd be nice tae have one. If ye want, I mean. "

Huffing from his cheeks, he began to reflect on what occurred between them just now. Maybe it was within the rush of the moment or the assassin’s veins would pump with a protective instinct. He didn’t take pleasure in seeing someone standing rather close to him, even knowing that his boyfriend was fully capable of protecting himself. Perhaps he could simply say it was intentional just to see how he’d react or what lines he’d cross. Nagisa wouldn’t mindlessly kill for no reason, not unless it involved someone touching Karma for no reason. He tried shaking his head from holding back those urges to suddenly strike. Instead, the serpent merely watched with a single eye peeking out of the bush. He was silent in his movements and made no attempt to breathe a single breath with his observant gaze. Those people were trying to provoke him, while others were laying their hands upon him. At that moment was a sudden acknowledgement by the red haired male…he was smiling directly at the bushes. Clearly he could sense his killer instinct, he’s gotten better over the days to detect him. Yet the other men didn’t bother to notice where those eyes were directed at.

They couldn’t see someone like Nagisa lurking around…they were weak.

Karma would simply stand there with no attempt at moving, but later felt the presence of a weapon being aimed at his neck. That was his signal to not hold back and he quickly disarmed them with their weapon pressed firmly against their necks. Killer eyes directed to the scared men, spouting some threats that would come back to haunt him. Yet Nagisa simply chuckled like a harmless male and gave that smile that didn’t reach those eyes of a killer. “Go ahead, but just know…you won’t live to see your next heist.” The grip he held over the drooling mess of the male would whimper out as his constraint was released, seeing them all running away. A sigh escaped his lips before hearing Karma chuckling like normal. He even went far to tease him about the jealousy he carried, making the blue haired male huff with a pout.

It was rather late when Izuku slipped back into his workshop, making sure the ores that he'd gathered for forging were safely stored. Stretching with a yawn, giving Tsubasa a quick pat; the crow soon flying to rest on his perch. Tanjiro had been away on a mission; so he'd been sure to leave a note. Still in place, so Izuku figured that the other wasn't back yet. Disappointing, but expected.

Oh, he was so wrong.

◡◡ 。긴 시간을 너와 .ᐟ.ᐟ ✦、 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 . Not because the studio was hot — though the practice room had gathered the usual heat of too many bodies passing through, too many lights left on, too much equipment humming quietly in the corners — but because he had been holding it for far too long. His fingers had curled around the stapled pages until the edges bent slightly beneath his thumb, the paper marked with little creases where he had unconsciously pressed too hard.

 Round 6. He had read the scene enough times that the ink may as well have burned itself behind his eyelids. He knew where Till was supposed to stand. He knew when the silence came in. He knew the blocking, the angle, the pause before the kiss — that painfully delicate stretch of seconds where Ivan was meant to look at him with such a yearnful gaze in turn his character decided to take his life and ruin himself for till's sake. He looked down at the marked section again, though he already had the scene memorized. He had memorized it the first night it was sent to him. Then again the second. Then again in front of the mirror, with a calm face and a pulse that refused to obey him.

 Round 6. Kiss scene. The words had been printed so plainly, so professionally. As if they had not been sitting in the back of his mind all morning, patient and smug. Ivan exhaled through his nose, smoothing his expres sion into something composed. Something gentle. Something nearly innocent. It was a practiced expression. The eagerness, unfortunately, was harder to bury.

It lived in the bright focus of his eyes, in the faint lift at the corner of his mouth, in the way his steps were too direct as he crossed the set toward Till. He moved with his usual grace, quiet and easy, script tucked in one hand, but there was a barely restrained energy beneath it—as if he had been waiting for permission to approach and had finally decided permission was unnecessary.  When he reached Till, Ivan tilted his head. ❝ Sunbae.❞ The word came out soft, polite, and perfectly shaped...a little too perfect. 

          ◟♯ . ✮。佐藤サトウ 真冬マフユ, . ‹3　！！ ㅤ  ㅤㅤ𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 through his curtains. For a moment, he stayed still beneath the blankets, staring at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. The room was quiet, but his chest felt heavy, like something from sleep had followed him into waking. The dream was already slipping away in fragments — blurred sounds, a familiar room, the sharp ache of realization lingering behind his skull. He had dreamed about it again. Mafuyu blinked slowly, then sat up. His brown hair fell messily around his face, soft strands brushing his cheeks as he lowered his gaze. His expression barely changed, but there was a faint tiredness in his eyes.  His white Pomeranian lifted his fluffy head with a tiny sound, tail giving a sleepy wag. Mafuyu’s face softened slightly. He reached over and gently scratched between Kedama’s ears. After getting dressed, Mafuyu moved through his routine in silence. He buttoned his uniform, fixed his collar, then picked up the black guitar case leaning against the wall. The weight settled against his shoulder as he slung it on, familiar and heavy in a way that made his fingers curl around the strap. Before leaving, he unplugged his phone from the charger and slipped it into his pocket.

  School passed in a blur of voices, chalk against the board, and pages turning. Mafuyu sat through class quietly, his gaze forward but unfocused. By the middle of the day, he found his way to the isolated stairway—his usual place when everything felt too loud. The stairwell was cool and quiet, dust drifting through the narrow strip of sunlight from the window panes.

the greeting takes reo so off guard that it freezes him in his place. the compliment sends a shiver up his spine, makes his heart try to break out of its cage in his chest. confusion and another feeling that he's yet to put a name to (is scared to, perhaps. it's longing, but the kind of longing there might not be any turning back from if he acknowledges it as such) make his mind race as he over-analyzes those three words. he loses track of how much time has passed, and before he can measure the correct response, he blurts out:

"haha! what's with you? trying to butter me up for something?"

he knows that can't be right, as it leaves his lips. when it comes to base wants, nagi would just say it outright. hey, can i have some money? / gimme a piggyback, reo / i'm hungry, reo. nagi wasn't like those teachers and business executives, the people who thought that winning the mikage heir's favor would elevate their own status in the eyes of his father. it's one of the many things that made hanging out with nagi so refreshing. so, what could nagi possibly feel the need to flatter him for that he couldn't just ask for outright?

ultimately, he's afraid of the answer, though he's not ready to admit that, either. so, he keeps talking.

"c'mon — you hungry? when's the last time you ate, huh? i'm in the mood for steak tonight, are you?"

@multianime send:

“Do you know what time it is?” - from Katara

"Katara? It's not even that late.. I'm just.. thinking.." Zuko was standing on a balcony, but turned back as she spoke. It was late… he was always late now. It had almost become a habit.