#tmsg1

okay but this gameplay was honestly wild like it was just all over the place 😭 so first i set up a schedule of frequently going shopping and answering his emails on the weekends and having a mix of hanging out with natsumi or doing handicraft club activities during the week. but then later on i realized being at :D with natsumi was going to affect my requirements for chiharu and worried that i’d eventually fulfill hers instead of his so then i just started ignoring her completely 💀 and i would also hang out with arisawa only to study for testing periods but even that made her go up to :D so i started ignoring her as well 😭 yea i was a pretty bitchy friend this gameplay only for the sole purpose to win at it; plus i’ve ended up with both of their endings more than once so it’s just 50/50 now 😒 anywho at one point i struggled with getting chiharu’s cg of him using his laptop at the park in autumn even when i followed the requirements of getting it 👹 but ig i must’ve missed something or just witnessed a slight misinfo. i’ve already gotten the cg in another gameplay anyways so it really wasn’t such a big deal 😦 also one time when i hanged out with arisawa on a sunday chiharu was in the background??? but it says he only does that when you fully fulfill his requirements to get his ending and at that time i was barely halfway through his emails 😭 but sadly when i tried saving it i instead load back to a previous slot 💀 so i’m not sure if it was a glitch or that maybe instead it has to do with him being at :) with you??? and if that’s also the case with the cg incident??? idk we can’t really check that so i’m still not sure 😭 anywho after all that i was already near 3rd year and had finished all of chiharu’s emails. so i was just left with trying to lower other ppls stats and dealing with hazuki being a little bitch for “ignoring” him when all he does is avoid me 👹 and so i was kinda feeling miserable cause i wasn’t sure if i was even going to be able to manage getting chiharu’s next cg on time and having to end up with wasting my time over nothing, leading to another long hiatus of avoiding and hating this game 💀

that was until i stepped upon a lil something…

more like someone 🤭

70 Writing Prompts by Amorine [DeviantArt :) ]

#68 – Christmas

Pairing: Himuro Reiichi/Heroine [Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 1]

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Quintessential, compelling Christmas music echoed throughout the mansion’s wide hall, and was, apparently, mixed with the chattering and laughter of the attendees, much to the dismay of Himuro Reiichi. He stood at the corner of the hall, with exasperation washing over his features by the minute. The obnoxious, childish banters of the students in such a formal occasion at the principal’s residence were maddening as it was too deafening not to overlook, he thought glumly. I could berate them for the entire night, just for them to shut their mouths.

“Let them be, Himuro – sensei.” Principal Amanohashi had told him, but he just shook his head and headed out, attempting to find peace. He believed this was beyond his temperament as an instructor. With a half – empty glass of champagne in one hand, he leaned undisturbed on the farthest Greek pillars standing, and that was when he caught sight of her walking out of the double doors of the balcony. His careful gaze followed her retreating back as she disappeared through the doors.

Leave her alone. His mind ordered him. What is your place to prod into her business?

A few short minutes passed; he waited and counted the minutes, of course, but she made no sign of returning. It bothered Himuro. It was cold, was it not? He did not entirely mean to, but he started a mental debate with himself. As much as he hated thinking of her in that beautiful and sophisticated cobalt blue dress, he wanted to make sure she was fine. He shook his head nonchalantly. Where did those thoughts come from? My mind is messing with me. He never thought he had such a low tolerance for wine for it to mess with his mind.

He tentatively took a step and another, and before he even pondered deeply on what he was doing, he was nearer and nearer the double doors of the balcony. He just hoped his motives were, undeniably, professional, not personal. He is always a professional person, was he not?

He peered through the indent between the doors. The wind was perceptibly blowing, and she shivered under the thin translucent shawl that she futilely wrapped around her blue shoulders. Idiot. He thought sullenly.

He suddenly desired to bite back his thoughts. Stupid, he may call her, but she was undoubtedly and irrevocably beautiful. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at her, bathing under the silver moonlight with a serene, innocent smile. Her almond – shaped, auburn – colored eyes glistened in delight as she stared intently at the gleaming stars. She was beyond perfect. It was as if she easily captured, redefined and personified beauty.

How could such a woman get into me this much? Himuro wondered. She topped her class, with tremendous effort to prove her worth, after her not – so – stellar results when she first stepped into Habataki. He was effortlessly moved with her skill as a flutist, and she religiously attended all the band practices he – so cruelly, he might add – required. Despite how busy she was, she even found time to be always present on his Sunday classes.

Those reasons weren’t enough. His mind whispered. What is it with this woman that makes him want to fall on his knees at the moment she smiles? What is it with this woman that makes him exposed and vulnerable, much to his chagrin?

What is it with this woman that makes him admit to himself that she is worth loving? That he loves her.

No. That is highly inappropriate! He berated himself silently. But – just for tonight. It might be forgiven.

He pushed the double doors open, his champagne glass long discarded. She made no sign of acknowledgement or recognition. Himuro hesitated before taking a cautious step forward, and another. He furrowed his brows in trepidation. Why was his hands shaking, he pondered. He whispered her name, unsure.

She perceptibly jumped back in shock. She angled her body towards him, and she smiled. “Reiichi – sensei.” She replied. “What brings you here?”

He beckoned at the direction of the hall. “The noise was deafening.”

“Right.” She answered all – too – knowingly. Was he that easy to read?

Himuro felt his presence was unwelcome. She turned her back at his, and resumed what she was doing before he appeared before her. He didn’t even try to hide his surprise. It was obvious she was waiting for something, and much to his dismay, someone. He felt like a nuisance.

Right, a nuisance. Just.

“Why don’t you sit, Sensei?” She offered, moving slight towards the edge of the bench, allowing a space for him, and a respectable space in between them.

I’m a fool. His subconscious whispered.

He moved towards the vacated bench and sat, as if her voice held him in a trance to do exactly as she wished.

What are you doing, bastard? His mind screamed.

From the corner of his eye, he noted the pallor of her cheeks and her hands. Instinctively, he slowly cupped her hands in his. Her hands stiffened. Himuro knew it was wrong, and his actions was unprofessional unforgiveable, yet he couldn’t shake how right this moment was.

Let go of her. His mind was reeling.

“Sensei?” She whispered, after a brief, silent moment. She must be disgusted at him, he expected. She must loathe me.

“Hm?” He answered, and at that exact moment, a flurry of shooting stars appeared across the sky. He trained his gaze at her, and found that she was staring back at his lavender – colored eyes. He wanted to look away, he nearly did, but her gentle squeeze around his fingers abruptly stopped him.

“Do you ever believe in wishes, Sensei?”

“I don’t. Why?”

She smiled, that heart – melting smile that Himuro found himself yearning for it so much more, it was driving him insane. Her smile was like the summer warmth, warming his chest, and the brisk cold of winter was incomparable to it.

“Maybe you should.” She said. “Because mine just came true.”

Her fingers interlaced and tightened around his, and he did not have to wonder what her wish was, because he already found his answer.

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Late Christmas post :)