#omakuba

Every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing.- 1 tie. - 1 hat. + 1 hat. - 1 hat. - 1 cape. 

❝ – What if Aoko just, married Sagubee. Platonically. For tax benefits. ❞

.... he’d know your presence anywhere. 

[ from here! ]

[ From here! ]

Y’know, when this universe was defined by their little tightrope act with their relationship on the line, he’s unsure how he should even act when you come near– how did you want him to act? Distant, like you? Like normal? Perhaps hug you tight like the world was ending, gravity faltering, you being the only breath he had left as the ground broke around them– It is cold here at the end of all ages, and Kaito quietly grumbled to himself as he pushed down the chill that sat in his bones. You’re warm, warm, and he only lets go reluctantly, trying to hold you close a second longer, hand slipping down your arm as you moved away. Lingering. 

Then catching himself, and laughing. 

“Thanks, Hakuba-kun!” Waving, shouting after you, bright laughter falling from his mouth more automatic, more played to the tune of “Socially adept, this is show biz, everything is fine” than genuine–

With how you all but ran away?

Hello! Miyako Hotsuin and Kaito Kuroba have been placed on hiatus for you. I hope everything is alright! 

Send me instructions you would give someone on “How to Care For” my muse.