#secretsign

​"Keep the secret sign, survive the darkness, and awaken the memories: they are the ones that lead you up there."

MERuMerUUuUUuuU is it ✨GAAAY✨ to match with your B E S T I E ~ ❤️💙🎲☕🎰🎩?

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours.

Not his candles, of course, but his responsibility to blow out, nevertheless.

Such was the duty he carried in his heart as he went through the day— this year more enjoyable than the last, and that year magnitudes more bearable than the first. The company was pleasant, and all in all, it was a fun day. He really, truly loved the people fate had chained him to; he could admit that. Despite the walls of ice he'd caged himself with, he had never been immune to their warmth. Of all the wishes he held today, perhaps the desire to melt was the only one that was truly attainable. Ghost that he was, he wanted them to see him even still. And, on days like today, those walls didn't seem so insurmountable.

He'd entertained a certain idea— considered, thoroughly, for quite some time. And yet, no matter how much thought he poured into it, trying out worst case scenarios like outfits in his head, no matter how sure of himself he was, he was filled with trepidation as he began a new text to Rinne shortly after all the official proceedings were through. He trusted his unit leader. That much was not to be questioned. After all, he knew. However, the logic did little to quell the upwelling of uneasiness within him— or the glow of warmth that had led him to bring this up in the first place.

Would you like to spend HiMERU's birthday with him? The company may be good for him. We can meet in the lobby.

Along with the text, he sent his location... decidedly not Ensemble Square. After all, on today of all days, more than even his intact facade, only one thing mattered.

It only took a second that whatever Rinne was doing (pachinko. it was pachinko) was less important than replying to this.

[ didcha send dis to the others or you asking me on a date merumeru???? ]

[ pls dont get my hopes up too much im but a fragile maiden~ ]

He cackled to himself, pocketing in his earnings while awaiting a potentially snarky reply. "Alright alright~..."

[ Wait wait Mewumewuuuu~~~! ] He sent the sticker of a cat holding a heart. [ Wait for me I'll be right there~ didcha eat? I just won some good bucks lets get crepes it will be c~u~t~e~! Let's get matching ones~~~! ]

And he was running over there: Meru making the first move?! This was a once in a year (literally?) opportunity not to miss, no matter what! Although he could have made a joke given the wording of the text about finally meeting the famous HiMERU, 'tis was but an intrusive thought Rinne shook off. This particularly stubborn unitmate was one to move at a snail pace... and he would walk alongside him every step of the way.

It was not so hard to spot HiMERU in a crowd. Even if he was hiding his identity through accessories, he had a constant elegance to him only professional models had (as if they were photographed 24/7). Plus... it was Meru! No way Rinne would not spot him a mile away.

The gambler hid behind a pillar, noticing the other busying himself by a few young fans recognizing him, probably wishing him a happy birthday.

The perfect time to sneaky sneaky behind this delightful blue-haired guy and JUMP at him the moment the fans are out of sight.

☕@secretsign. Proud Beauty starters

Although Kohaku and Niki are fast asleep in the tour bus on the way back to ES, Rinne is actually awake, observing HiMERU with his ✨masterful✨ not-actually-closed-eyelids technique (very useful when playing Werewolf that one time!).

(Oh, Merumeru you are--- no wait let's not finish this thought it will be more fun if---)

Yet another masterful technique; a hunting one! One where raising himself by sheer arms strength, Rinne lift himself from his seat, not making a sound, minimizing any air disturbance from his movements while sneaking towards an unsuspecting(?), turned towards the window HiMERU.

The gambler's goal? To spread his legs and directly prompt himself atop of his unitmate's lap (screw the laptop nothing will stop him), face unbearably close, hand holding onto the headrest as his height entirely tower him.

And the leader's usually bolsterous voice comes out in a low, near rumbling whisper... wouldn't want to wake the entire unit, after all this hard work, wouldn't they?

✨✨Chaotic doomed yaoi ~💦💦

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