he’s waiting for her at the gates. The day couldn’t have went by slower. It doesn’t show it on his face at all besides the tint of redness to the tips of his ears. He’s nervous. Offering to let her visit him , follow him home , stay the night if it got too late  ( it was a stupid suggestion , wasn’t it?   ) His brother would say it was a foolish mistake. His hands are placed neatly in front of him , his thumb rubbing circles on his pointer finger , an attempt to self sooth. 

It was quite the walk , he wonders if she would be okay. He woke up extremely early to make it to school every day. He was used to getting up to do chores in the early morning to avoid getting scolded when he was living with his teacher. So he guesses he just never grew out of it. His focus shifts to whether or not he finished his homework , not that it mattered right now, his nerves were flying off the wall. But again , it doesn’t show on his face. 

His eyes watch each student leave one by one , waiting for her. 

it catches him off guard. The fear of getting close to another after so many years of isolation because of the pure belief he deserved less. Breaking free from the shackles of his blood related relative ( as much as he missed him ) it proved to be the right choice as the days went on. If this were him months ago he would surely run off in fear and trepidation within in the mere seconds that he was getting too close. 

He didn’t think he would be here this long. ( long enough to form a bond , not only with her , but with the multiple people she seemed to be connected to.  ) He had to always put those thoughts at ease while trying to look for the ‘ why ‘ within the relationships he’s building on his own. But day after day , he didn’t have to worry about that and every day it got a little easier. 

❛  i trust you with my life.  ❜  she says to him. His hand lowers those chopsticks that’re about to shovel a homemade bit of lunch into his mouth. He’s quiet for a moment , it’s quite surreal honestly , so those feelings are reciprocated , all his worries are shadowed and pushed underneath where they belong.

There’s an uncharacteristic look of shock on his face , eyes widened ever so slightly. While he normally observes , most responses are drummed up with one word answers or nods , he would often speak the most to her or to the family that surrounded. 

A bandaged hand curls when it’s places on his leg.  

“    that makes me feel . . .  better about myself.   “  he admits , his voice is low , quiet , like it usually is.   “   I’m always afraid I’m going to hurt you in some way , I don’t want to , I don’t know how but that’s how I feel.  “  

It’s a strange mix of emotions he feels when he moves to put his arms around her ( there’s a slight indication of a tremble when he lets that fear go.  Touch was a brave step for him.   ) 

“  thank you for helping me so far.   “ he says. 

         he’s afraid to stand up for himself ;; if he defended himself then he wouldn’t be able to stop. And he couldn’t get kicked out of school ( he’d just barely started ) So when the pavement comes into contact with the palms of his hands , he wishes he had the safety net of his bandages. He looks like nothing happened when he watches one of the teachers scold his bully. He collects the things that fell from his bag and stands , nodding when said teacher looks all too annoyed that yet another fight breaks out on school grounds ;; he tells him to go and clean himself up. The boy nods with a bow , like somehow it was his fault. 

Settling here wasn’t easy. He worries more that the uniform that his new friends helped him get , keep in shape , was now dirtied , than him getting hurt. 

It’s going to hurt later , he wonders if it will scar. But it seemed like it was just a scrape. 

Coming out of the bathroom , eyes meet with Tohrus’ and she looks worried. That was the last thing that he wanted to do -- was to worry her. 

It wasn't as if he didn't want her to hug him.

Quite the opposite, actually. He l o n g e d for it. But even still, that didn't make it any less surprising when the cheerful girl walked up to him, face red and blushing.

Ah..... he loved her rosy cheeks.

He wanted to lose himself in her eyes forever.

' How the hell is she so damn cute? '

Before he could even speak, thoughts still churning over in his mind, unable to find their way out- the girl took the initiative.

It's funny.

Before he transforms- fast as it may be- he can still feel the warmth of her body touching his own, her heart beating strongly against his own, and the heat from those rosy cheeks.

He can still feel all of that as he lay in a pile of his once worn clothes, no longer human.

Yet it didn't stop the loneliness of reality. The reality that he can never truly embrace her as he wants. That, if he could, he would stay locked in her arms forever.

If he could, that is.

But he was a monster.

And reality was not that kind.

                                       random asks -- always accepting !!

               he knows what he’s doing.  He’s made them plenty of time before , but why did her way look so different?  He was nervous , it must have been what it was.  ( why did he think he was doing it so wrong?  She must think that he looked like some kind of idiot.  )   Another thing that his hands weren’t meant to do ;; he thinks to himself and it’s easy for him to get lost in thought as he tries again and it doesn’t quite turn out like he wanted it to.   

                    but hey , at least it was somewhat all in one piece this time. It’s a dejected sag of the shoulders   ,      “    you make it look so easy.    “    he says. 

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | accepting!

@onixiri​​ said:  “ how long have i been asleep? ”   // a cute, sleepy tohru !

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❝Not long, ❞ she reassured Tohru. Airi was surprised that she had fallen asleep in the first place, given her upbeat and energetic personality. Not that she didn’t know how easy it was to wear a mask—she was more than familiar with the notion. She gave the other a small, sympathetic smile.  ❝I have an extra can of iced coffee if you want some. It may help you wake up a bit. ❞ 

// can we all collectively talk about what a blessing you are, i'll start : you're sunshine.

@onixiri || okay my turn : you're a whole galaxy of the brightest stars u.u