#nvmphthief

“oh. it’s you. the bubbly one.”

                 ‘  going  somewhere,  tachibana-san  ?  i  believe  you  promised                             last  week  to  help  me  with  the  student  council  duties.  i  don’t                             believe  you  are  the  type  to  back  out  on  promises.  ‘ 

❛    YOU KNOW, IM NOT QUITE THRILLED WITH YOU EITHER.  ❜   He drums his fingers along the engraving of the wooden table, drifting his gaze to the young girl’s face in a rather bored manner. HE OBVIOUSLY DIDN’T CARE AT ALL. He appeared cool but detached, and maybe even a little tedious. Even the dwindling of his slender fingers were patterned in such a boring manner, rising up and down like the legs of a slow spider. THERE WAS NOTHING REALLY EXCITING ABOUT KIRA YOSHIKAGE, maybe sometimes he curled his hair differently or wore a new tie, BUT THAT’S ABOUT IT. He rises from the table, his perfect blond curls bouncing along.  ❛     If you’re so disgusted, then why don’t you leave already? I’ve got no time for school girls,    ❜     he says cooly. A quick check of his wristwatch.  ❛    Oh, my. I’ve got to get back home soon. My girlfriend will be preparing dinner tonight. I don’t want to make her upset.   ❜   A MUSE OF ROMANCE, Kira opens his coat, slides his hand in and feels the inside pocket with a gentle pat. Ah, yes, she was still intact. The perfume he spritzed on her wrist smelled quite lovely. Ultra feminine, very feline. It almost makes him smile. EMPHASIS ON THE ALMOST.   ❛    You know, you look like a woman I once knew. Very pretty, dark hair. Call me when you’re older maybe.  ❜  He slides a $10 dollar bill across the table.   ❛   Go buy something for your mother.   ❜  

                 quite frankly , he’s nervous. he holds his breath , calming nerves before he knocks on her front door.          ❛          here goes nothing.          ❜

                    ❛          i’m okay , i’m just trying to get this...thing...to work.          ❜          extremely rich conglomerate heiress with a background of impressive education &&. martial arts training , izumi nakayama could likely topple both the sports &&. financial worlds with her prowess , &&. yet she can’t open this pickle jar without just smashing it on the ground.     (     she doesn’t even like pickles     /     she just wants the jar so that she can fill it with paper stars.     )

     "    OUUUCH  !    "   a  cry  of  anguish  slips  from  between  gritting  teeth  as  the  girl's  head  is  yanked  slightly  back .    a  comb  in  the  hands  of  yoko  is  found  scraping  at  stubborn  knots   /   the  aftermath  of  futaba's  poor  self  care .    theatrics  come  in  the  form  of  balled  fists  pounding  down  on  the  soft  mattress  beneath .    in  revision   ,   accepting  her  offer  to  braid  dyed  locks  was  a  poor  decision .     "    i  don't  wanna  do  this  anymore  !    i'm  gonna  be  BALDING  !!    "

           “It’s...    a    more    RIGOROUS    process    than    you    think.”        Especially    when    one    is    taught    to    see    the    POTENTIAL    HARM    in   everything.    As    anxious    as   he    IS   --    as    he    was    INSTRUCTED    to    be    --     he    simply    cannot    unlearn    something    so     engraved    into    the   fabric    of    his    being.    He   wasn’t    Roman.    He    wasn’t     PATTON.    He    was    Virgil;    and    OVERALL,    he   was    ANXIETY.               “I’m    trying,    but   it’s   not    THAT   easy.”

YELLS thank u