#tochisuru

tochisuru  said:  “ oh, prince charming. ~ “ the keeper fluffs his ponytail as she steps around him, a hand traveling along his arm as she does so. “ the stars looks beautiful tonight. can’t you step away from princely duties to come see them with me? “

random ask || always accepting @tochisuru​

Prince charming, oh how that was a new one. Shaking his head, the man couldn’t  bring a smile to his face as he stared at the other for a moment. It was kind of cute how she acted around him. It almost made him feel as she treated him differently  then everyone else --- or she really did. But taking the moment to think about her request, he couldn’t help but nod his head. 

from  @tochisuru​  :  “ you’re so infuriating. “ - haru to sousuke!!

                                                                        random sentence starters  :  the third  /  accepting.

sousuke wants to laugh. he wants to make a sound that’s more derisive than joyful, something that could encompass the struggle that’s been wound around his throat since he was seventeen and filled with nothing but contempt for haru’s existence because he had somehow convinced himself the other boy was just in the way of rin’s dream (not his dream, but rin’s. somewhere along the line, sousuke had created the idea that their dreams were joined, but that was a conversation for a different sousuke; one that wasn’t irritated at haru and his inability to see how head over heels he was). 

sousuke wants to laugh, because that contempt has shifted into begrudgingly accepting haru’s existence, and then that acceptance had turned into a crush he had avoided so persistently until it had shown up at his doorstep and punched him in the rib.

he has been stupidly in love with haru for a while now, and he wonders what god he’s angered this time for his feelings to be seen as hatred, or hate. maybe he’s cursed someone in his past life and the karma is finally catching up to him. you’ll end up alone with a broken shoulder and a tiny apartment made of the dreams you’ve lost the chance to achieve is what the pain whispers to him, the one that crouches on his torn-up shoulder and makes a mess of everything he touches.

“i don’t,” sousuke says. he doesn’t hear anything convincing in the words, but he also wonders if it’s just the process of overthinking. is he overthinking?

“i don’t hate you,” he repeats. “i did. once, but it’s not like that was a fucking secret.” he shakes his head and sighs. squeezes the bridge of his nose until the thin skin tingles and tells him to stop. tells him to just be honest. confess, if you want!

but he wants to confess in a slightly more romantic setting -- not when he’s trying to convince haru that he doesn’t hate him. which he doesn’t.

Setting everything down over the coffee table Yugi rolled his eyes, shaking his head before turning around with a hand on his hip and a cheeky little smile over his lips. "I mean if you want I can always go get my favorite horror slash and gore movie.." 

It was a simple tease of course, the short male would never impose his rather "peculiar" taste upon his friend.

Especially knowing how much those films freaked Jounouchi out.

At the mention of the fight his smile faded however, shoulders dropping as he moved closer. He would forever be thankful to Honda for dragging the blonde here, if he hadn't Yugi knew he wouldn't of known of what happened until many days later.

"You know that’s not true.." Taking the small first aid-kit he'd brought over, he kneels before his friend, a gentle hand holding onto the duelist's chiseled jaw to examine the bruise.

"I know how much this hurts you..and that even through it all your Dad is still very important to you. I just.." Giving a small sigh he turns away, violet eyes saddened as he dosed a piece of cotton in alcohol.

“Sometimes.  Maybe. Yeah.”  It’s not a lie, he’s just not sure how he feels about it really.  In the beginning, he was probably more aggressive about it than he was anymore -- but he’d gotten used to it-- to Connor, and Mia for that matter.  

“I don’t know.  It’s different.   The thing is  -- he’s not my dad.  He’s your dad.  It’s important for you to have time together.  I already had plenty of time with him.”  Too much, maybe.