#rinntobe

My muse tells yours about a sexual dream they had

"Umm…can I ask you something?" Marco glanced over at the other who was currently changing his shirt next to his locker and looked back at his own again, taking out his bag to go and sit to put his high tops back on. He’d been distracted the whole while they’d been playing and whilst Mitobe was the better player Marco didn’t usually go down so easily as that. He’d been really off his game today.

Who would be the big spoon?

Mitobe of course and Kajika would enjoy her role as the little spoon to the fullest.

Who would wake up first?

Kajika the early bird~

Do they have nicknames for each other?

Kajika doesn’t do nicknames in the slightest and while Mitobe probably would have an endearing nickname for her, his propensity for silence wouldn’t afford Kajika the opportunity to hear it often

What happened when they met each other’s parents?

They would all get along like a house on fire

How do they apologise after an argument?

Kajika being a person of action and Mitobe preferring to communicate by action they would both use simple affectionate gestures to apologise when one of them is in the wrong such as a light hand squeeze, a warm embrace, a peck on the head/cheek, etc.

What would they be like as parents?

They are both caring by nature and would therefore be very doting parents. I would imagine that they would share the parenting load equally and present themselves as a united front for their children to shelter behind and take example from.

Who is the better cook?

Mitobe, hands down, no question there…

Who is more romantic?

Both of them are fairly romantic in their own way, Kajika by trying to include him in all her activities as much as possible and being as affectionate as often as possible while Mitobe would be prone to doing little things to show that he cared.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other?

I can imagine Mitobe cooking her favourite foods or giving her another plant to add to her collection while she would give him practical gifts and things he had an interest in.

Who gets jealous easiest?

Mitobe seems like someone who would be secure in his knowledge that Kajika’s feelings reside with him although he might still be prone to bouts of jealousy. Kajika, in a manner of speaking, would probably get jealous easier should he pay too much attention to people other than her. 

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?

Most certainly Kajika whose excitement knows no bounds and Mitobe would just watch her with fond amusement.

Who is the most adventurous?

Kajika of course since she has an unlimited sense of adventure and similar to their first encounter in the grocery store, Kajika would make Mitobe her questing companion. Out of his fondness for her he would probably just go along with it. (like that theatre audition)

Who is the most protective?

Mitobe, naturally.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

Kajika would go watch him play basket ball and cheer him on loudly from the sidelines and then they would happily walk home together afterwards hand in hand. They would take turns to visit each other, taking pleasure in simple things like watching movies together or playing boardgames. During their dates, Kajika’s sense of adventure would rise to the fore and prompt her to take the lead but Mitobe would always make sure that she didn’t get ahead of herself and cause them to end up in sticky situations.

 Do I ship it?

Looks like it's going to rain.

A pair of blossom optics peered out the window and up to the darkening clouds that loomed over the building. Although not a single raindrop had slumped down to the ground just yet, Nagisa was convinced that it was going to rain any minute. He absolutely needed to purchase an umbrella soon if he wished not to get caught under the rain again. Once their professor finally dismissed the class, the jubilant blonde boy blithely rose up from his seat and was one of the first students to flit out of the room in unmistakable haste. He needed to get home as soon as possible in concern of conceivably getting caught under the rain no matter how light it may seem to be.

But just as Nagisa strode out of the building with his backpack slung over his shoulder, a peculiar figure nearby caught his eye. Playing by himself at the small basketball court the college had provided for the students stood Mitobe Rinnosuke-- one of Nagisa's countless friends at the campus. In contempt of the fact that most of their interactions involve Nagisa blathering different stories most of the time whilst Mitobe would just nod, Nagisa still deems the taller boy as one of his close friends for they share more than three classes together which meant the blonde would most often cling to him whenever he sees the chance.

And the sight that stood before him right now was one of those chances. With an elated grin, Nagisa made his way for the court and stood just by the sideline.

The spring sun beat down mercilessly but Shuu stayed nestled beneath the shade of a huge tree, grateful for the protection its broad leaves offered. His clipboard sat propped up against on knee, his writing set at a leisurely pace but eyes remaining vigilant and sharp as he watched the basketball players go about their game, writing down statistics and observations in the process.

Him being here was all for the sake of research- he would never watch sports or any activity similar to such for leisure. He noted most of the players seemed healthy enough, a few more so than others, and some weaker than their companions. But he kept his eye on his experiment subjects- a few players were from SOU, and about a few days ago, he'd prescribed them pills he promised would help their physical performance. Of course he did not tell them all of the effects, but doing so would kind of ruin the surprise.

At the moment, it seemed the boys were taking a break. Shuu took this opportunity to reread all his observations so far when he heard a cry of indignation, causing him to turn his attention back to the subjects. It appeared that an argument had started between two boys- it was actually rather one-sided. One of them was accusing the other of something he could not make out from this distance, but for some reason the accused, a person Shuu did not recognize, was not speaking. Without warning, the angry boy shoved the silent one, causing him to go toppling to the floor.

Before Shuu could react, one of the students from SOU ran up to him. Thankfully, he did not question why he was there and instead asked him to help the silent boy. Shuu sighed and got up nonetheless, following him to the court. He knew he had to comply- doing the opposite would mean their trust in him would waver and that meant he wouldn't be able to fully carry out his experiment. The angry boy's anger dissipated when he saw him approaching and he stood back. "I think he twisted his ankle," the SOU student (what was his name?) reported. Shuu knelt down and inspected the quiet boy's ankle- indeed, it had started to grow tender and red.

"We are going to need an ice pack," Shuu told the SOU student, who nodded and ran off on his errand. The doctor addressed the boy. "And what's your name?"

   This certainly wasn't where he meant to end up. It was clear as crystal that this was a school of some kind. High school? College? He couldn't be sure exactly. Kids these days looked surprisingly mature and the same could be said of Pravians. He stared at his phone and seriously considered purchasing some sort of GPS. 

   It wasn't that Komaeda was bad at reading maps or had terrible direction though the last couple of days were beginning to prove otherwise. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. An honest mistake anyone could have made. That or perhaps.. he really just was that incompetent.

   He exhaled heavily and raised a brow up at the building. He was already inside which led him to believe this was a college what with everyone out and about. High schools were more uniformed and organized than this. No one was in uniform either. Though he didn't know for sure if it was even customary for Prava to wear school uniforms. 

   Now that he thought about it he didn't know even the first thing about this place. Ending up in this city was a complete accident. Sure, it was his fault for just rolling with it when his ticket had been mysteriously replaced. But now he could feel the faint throbbing of a headache, made worse when a ball came literally out of nowhere and connected mercilessly with the side of his head.

   The impact had caused him to lose balance and force him to fall to his side. Thankfully he reacted quickly enough to cushion his fall by planting his palms to the ground before his face could connect with the floor. 

Send me a Tarot Card.

Death: If you were able to reincarnate, what would your next life be?