#shogied

“You seemed to have started without me already.” A small chuckle escaped the rebel’s lips before he sat down on the other side of the table. He watched her progress on the current shogi game she was playing by herself. Though he noticed something, a few of the moves that were done on the side he sat down were a few opening tactics he would of used by now as well. She was freighting when it came to this game that’s for sure.

“ Togo-san, if I were to make a confession to you, would you laugh at me? ”

i’ll put him in his place ilu

[meme]:  Mun talks about the Muse ✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse? 

I’d have to say my favorite thing with writing Naoto is all of the extra character building I’ve been able to do. I’m able to write experiences that would never have happened in canon. Not to mention being able to throw in new toys that the canon version of the cast would never have a reason to develop or even receive. 

ask = kiss - ACC

Lazy afternoons like these were nice. Especially when Ryuji’s bad influence or rather persistent asking convinced Hifumi to spend her Sunday with him instead of playing Shogi for practice with the local elders at the church. There’s a grin as a hand lands itself on her hip, pulling her body closer from where they were laying on his bed, cuddling him. Ryuji leaned down to press a chaste kiss to her cheek, his own red with a blush. 

“How scandalous, visiting me while I’m at work. Are you here to distract me Hifumi?” A playful smirk grew on the rebel’s face before he closed the newspaper in front of him. Really, he was glad she came to visit him today, it was rather slow, an elder couple at the far end of the cafe, but they were regulars that enjoyed to talk among themselves instead of him. So he was rather bored of course.

                             “   hifumi - san   ...   ”      once,     twice                             how   many   times did she plan on ignoring him?     maybe he wasn’t speaking     loud enough.       but,       he didn’t feel like raising his voice in a CHURCH.       in fact,       he’d prefer to be     anywhere     else, these sorts of locations had certain   discomforts   arise within himself. he doesn’t need to think over why ;      IT’S   A   PRETTY   SIMPLE   QUESTION.                             “   ...   hifumi - san!   ”      his voice was in a   whisper,       but pitched   sharply.       a gloved hand   gently   tapping against her shoulder.       was   she   sleeping   on   the   bench?       a subtle wince is formed on the detective’s features,    it   sounded   quite   unpleasant.

                            he turned his position,       &&       walked to stand in front of her. gaze squinting with a faint   quizzical  attitude.       “   she’s   not   dead   is   she?   ”      he asks himself aloud, a single hand raising to his chin, pondering such a possibility.       NO,      SHE’S BREATHING...       how   unfortunate   would it be to discover a fellow   phantom thief’s   body ;       no doubt,     he’d have to     take   care     of such a case...                             there’s only   one   objective   left to carry out.       a faint   snap   of a glove against his wrist,     as he fixates it’s position on his hand.   fingers   curling   briefly in it’s fit,    while he prepares his hand                fwap !     he smacked her   directly   across the face   in a church,       akechi could only be   thankful   there’s no one around.                             leaning down, long light brown hair dangled upon the sides of his face           &&           head at a   tilt as he looked at her up close.       “   hifumiii - saan   ...           it’d   be   an   awful   SHAME   if   you   were   dead..    ”        sheepish     smiles paint pale features, a light laugh slipping his parted lips.     maybe he   shouldn’t   have done that?