#sharedpractice

"Ah, sorry, we have a new policy here from today... We can only serve coffee in an amount which is inversely proportional to a customer's height. It's a new health regulation... Heart-related safety apparently."

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine! ( using this site bc I like it better )

Standing side by side, the difference was obvious—and a little intimidating. No one was surprised by this, right? It was already well known that Kiyoshi was the tallest out of all the members in Seirin. But it also made Kouki painfully aware that, while he wasn't the shortest, a couple inches barely spared him from that title.

"I'm in elementary being compared to a tree—" Clearing his throat, he dragged his gaze up to meet Kiyoshi's, knowing that any tilt of his head to make looking at him easier would weigh on his mind for the rest of the day. But he was starting to notice that their difference in physique didn't help his new-found insecurity at all. "I mean... I meant that respectfully. It's impressive, Senpai... really impressive."

“You don’t like shrimp chips?” Mura poses his question to the small cat that sniffed at the snack he’d dropped before pawing it away.  Murasakibara reaches into his chip bag to retrieve another chip and pops it into his mouth.  “Maa. . More for me, then.”

The cat remains, choosing to rub against Mura’s long legs and ignoring the shrimp chip.  The massive teen crouches and sets his bag of snacks to the side so that he can pet the feline.  However, it takes more interest in the crinkly snack bag than Mura’s hand.  Into the bag its head goes! 

Murasakibara hums with amusement.  “Ho, you tricked me. Greedy..”  He pets the cat’s backside affectionately before changing the subject. “Does your owner know you’re out here taking advantage of strangers?”

no, actually, he hadn’t. he hadn’t even thought about calling her or just her in general in about a month — maybe longer. yet still, kiyoshi asks / tells him to call her time and time again. each time, hanamiya gives little to no reaction to it, moving on with his life and not answering kiyoshi. no / no / no. why are you so obsessed with me speaking to my mother?

today, however, was a day for new things as it would seem; hanamiya stops his show, picking up his phone and dialing his mother. it rings once, twice, it’s answered before the third ring.

“ ….. hi. ” makoto, are you okay? “ i’m fine. ” the conversation goes from there and a woman’s concern turns to excitement and as she catches up with her son. while she — voice so loud it’s heard through the phone, all but begging for kiyoshi to listen in — speaks and ask questions, hanamiya himself gave nothing but fairly bland responses. it goes on for about ten minutes / ten minutes of him giving fairly dry or blunt replies all while staring straight at kiyoshi until the conversation is over and i love yous and goodbyes are exchanged. he hangs up the phone, blinking away / blinking back, then looking at blank screen and taps it to check the time.

@sharedpractice​ said:  💭 from tep to momoi <3 

send me 💭 for a thought my muse has had about yours   /   currently accepting  !

 ❛   how broad are his shoulders really ... would he be mad if i measured them  ?  i could do it while he sleeps i guess ...   ❜

BONUS:

“You didn’t know too, huh? This is more severe than I thought.” The fact that Kiyoshi was also kept in the dark was something that added to Riko’s concerns. Could it be, that there was some hidden trauma behind Hyuuga’s decision to hide his chocolate allergy? They needed to find out, ASAP.