#sociieties

Staring up Suigetsu, who is conveniently sitting on top of him, Sasuke arches a brow. The effort from their spar got him still breathing deeply, yet there's no urge to shove the other off him. No...he's just letting him keep his place there. Hm.

"...is this your way of trying to flirt with me?" He's trying to figure out how to process that. In other words how to feel about it. Flirting is used to get close to someone, show your interest in them. Haven't they passed that point though? They're dating already. Doesn't kissing come with the territory of whatever they are? Does he want the kiss? They've shared some, he hasn't minded those. Closing his eyes, he exhales as he reaches the end of his short patience for this kind thinking.

"We're both fucked," he says," doubt it's a requirement for kissing." He meets his boyfriend's gaze, looking to see his response to his words.

Group project. Everyone's favorite type of assignment. Sasuke leans back in his chair as he watches his partner approach. He's seen him a few times around campus, mostly when they're heading to this class. Seeing his mouth move, he pops out his earbud to catch what he's says.

He'll be honest, it takes a moment to process what he really said. Though he can't figure out if this guy is subtly insulting him or just being fucking direct. Which the latter he appreciates, but the first would have him annoyed. Leaning forward on his desk, he reaches for his case and slips in the one bud.

"If you're telling me not to fuck you over on this project..." he shrugs," I don't plan to." He likes the academic validation too. "So sit down, let's get the introductory shit over with. Call me Sasuke. Write down your number. Give me yours. I don't text fast, but I'll get back to you by the end of the day."

Sasuke dumps his head in his hands, groaning.

"I hate that I can't say you're wrong, or that you shouldn't make it sound so casual." At the point they're at, both of his points are moot. Everyday is something new. If something didn't happen it be reason to worry.

Naruto on the other hand grins. "I dunno, I think it sounds pretty badass when you word it that way. But uh yanno just ignoring all the shit we have to deal with. Like yeah, life-threatening shit and all that. Without all that, it's cool." Sasuke sighs and leans back in his seat. He looks over to Menma with some appreciation.

"I don't know how'd I survive without you balancing him out."

ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF / @sociieties

hana stands there in a trance, eyes locked with the stranger who lay by her feet, and she stupidly watches the life drain from their eyes as her father stands across from her, watching the same thing. it was an indescribable sensation, to watch someone die, to watch someone be murdered. everything had happened so fast that she hadn't even the time to muster a witty response. there were mentions of killing her, something about cutting out her tongue because she was 'too witty for her own good'. naturally, she's heard stuff like that before, so she didn't think much about it. until their hand had reached out for her. before it reached, it was sliced off, and the next thing she knew the person was on the floor, bleeding out, and her father, koki, was standing there with the limb held in one of his large hands.

did she just witness fatherly instincts? maybe. maybe not.

making themself aware or not, roselle knew whenever moon was close. it wasn't like the soft coolness that tickled her hot skin, unlike the warmth that spread to every crevice of her body when she was too cold under the moonlight. no, moon's presence was like a hit of pure power, it made the magic within her bones vibrate with an intensity that could easily make her vomit or unwell if she didn't know how to handle moon magic in the first place. instead, she feels a rush of energy as they appear, turning slightly from finishing up cleaning up after dinner to see the being feeding her cat. she greets him back with a hum of acknowledgement as she puts the dishes away. his question is heard fine and well, but she doesn't begin to answer it until she's strolling back into the same room as him.

emerald hues remain fixated upon the back of his head even after he's asked her to leave, a small pout forming on her lips. she has absolutely no idea where this sudden bitter mood of his has come from, it was seemingly so out of the blue. they were fine together when setting up camp, he seemed in high spirits. now sakura can't seem to pinpoint where it spiralled. was she the reason for his sudden mood drop? did she say something insensitive?

❝ is this my fault? did i say something wrong? ❞ sometimes she can be a little stupid and just say things without thinking, but she doesn't think she's said anything to warrant this kind of mood. so she figures it must be something else. ❝ if i did something to upset you or annoy you, please tell me, suigetsu, ❞ taking a step forward, she quickly reminds herself of his unpredictability and stops.

you're being annoying.

❝ yeah, ❞ it's spoken easily as she hovers the chopsticks by her lips, only taking them into her mouth once she's finished speaking. before her was lunch, which hanma had made her, and with her were the infamous haitani brothers, who came over for some reason they hadn't revealed yet. she had a feeling it had something to do with a loan of money, but they hadn't the time to speak between hanma cooking for aimi and then the door going. the mailman had finally delivered a rather large package, one that aimi had been excited to arrive. it was a brand new bookshelf, one that hanma, of course, was being forced to build.