#ricebclls

Tohru is an interesting person, that’s for sure. 

Anyone else wouldn’t have cared if he had a scarf or not.

He watched as she darted up the stairs to retrieve something after he realized how undressed that she was, only to come back downstairs with a scarf. Shoving his hands into his pockets, his gaze drifted to the floor, to her hands, and eventually back up to her face. “I-I, um...” Pulling the fabric out of his pocket, he smiled, “I came prepared this time.” 

The winter coat with the high collar, in theory, would be enough to brave the chill, but he hadn’t wanted to leave it to chance. 

“I’m ready to go to the grocery store whenever you are.”

“Sure.”

He took the girl’s hand in his, swinging it lightly. 

“Sand castle? Is that what you were making before? I thought we were making a mountain” he teased. Laughter slipped from his mouth as he gazed lovingly at Tohru. Suddently letting go of her hand, he jogged a bit ahead of her, “wanna race?” Innocence ran through his body, a feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time; to let himself be childish and silly instead of stern and held down. He liked this feeling. He wanted to show her this side of him, to show her that he could be playful and happy, and that she had made him this way. No longer wanting it to be hidden inside of him- this new feeling.

I want the world to see it! He thought. Except Yuki, he laughed, I still hate that guy. He smiled, as if hate meant something new now.

What could it mean?

Send “🎶🎵🎵” To hear my muse singing!

Seasons are changing and waves are crashing and Stars are falling all for usDays grow longer and nights grow shorterI can show you I'll be the one

I will never let you fallI'll stand up with you foreverI'll be there for you through it allEven if saving you sends me to heaven

Ritsu knew that it had potentially been a bad idea to come to this bookstore all on his own. 

In his defense, however, he truly did think it’d be an in and out occasion, all he needed was a specific textbook that could only be found in this particular area, and then the Monkey had found out that there was a book sale going on. Although he wasn’t the most avid reader or even the best student, his mind got to wandering about his cousins, and their likes (or what he thought they’d like) and he ended up...going a tiny bit of a spending spree. 

He’d bought so many books that the store owner had sold him a travelling suitcase set, which helped a little. He hadn’t wanted to call the Main House, let alone bring all his gifts back to the ryokan, not with Mother’s health is such poor decline in recent days, so Ritsu had been forced to call Gure-nii, and...

“I-” He bowed several times, over and over, tears cascading down his cheeks, “I’m sorry, I’m sorryyyy!”

If it were anyone else holding such a terribly designed umbrella, he would have been really pissed. But with her....

... with her... 

autumn. / @ricebclls.

               it is as though her question weighs heavy on him, shoulders sagging just so under the weight of the decision. he is still adjusting, really, to tohru's kindness. it isn't aligned with the behaviour he's used to encountering in shigure's house. or with any of the sohmas, really.

             ❝ that certainly didn’t take too long. ❞ by the time both tohru and yuki return from the secret base, he’s already nose deep in another copy of one of shigure’s early works. it’s interesting-- to put it lightly. only a chapter or two in and he had a general idea of where things were headed, then again, he hadn’t read any further to figure out if his assumptions led anywhere. 

                the moment he raises his glance, he’s met with a fistful of flowers. the proper names for the selection of varied blossoms were all things he probably wouldn’t know even if you had reminded him. even still, they’re being offered to him, tied up with a makeshift ribbon ( a piece of twine, but he’s not picky ) and clearly arranged to favor some of the colors he wore most often. 

             ❝ are these for me ? ❞ he takes them, almost afraid that this assumption that these were for him was equally if not more incorrect than his guesses regarding the book. ❝ i’m guessing you planted these down at the base-- they look lovely. ❞