#toneofdarkness

Name: Tenshouin Eichi. This looks fun~ :D

Age: 19

Do you like to cuddle?: Hmm, I guess it can't hurt... 🤔

Can we make-out?: Make out...? Make out what...? What are we making out of what?

A night in or dinner out?: Dinner out. Definitely we're having dinner out. I insist. I'll pay for everything.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: [*big eyes sparkling at both options*]

What makes you a good Valentine?: I can buy all the chocolate you want? But, I'm sure you'd like some fried potato instead, so I've bought a franchise from a popular store for you. :)

Would you cook for me?: If that's what you want. It can't be that difficult! :D

Would you let me cook for you?: Would you make hamburgers for me again...? 🥺

"You're so adorab---" Chiaki cut himself of, eyes widening. He wasn't about to tell Tenshouin Eichi that he thought him adorable, was he?

"Eichi-kun! We could... Have chocolate icecream and dip fries in it! It's super yummy!"

"...I mean... I'm fine with you taking me out to restaurants, hehehe... And I'll make you burgers for sure!"

"Kabedon~" A really intense stare was made for a second before a curious look replaced it.

"How's that? Did I do that right?" - Eichi, eager for a review, to Chiaki.

Chiaki's jaw fell slack for a moment. Eichi was. Certainly. Very close to him! Right now! And It Was Intense!! For sure!! For a moment or two, at least, until Chiaki's brain registered that Eichi had actually said it out loud and he... He... Was just like that, wasn't he?

(Oh no. It was cute. It was very cute.)

...Rei literally just went like this Rei: || -・)

"I do not mind at all, Mister Sakuma," Sophie acknowledged the vampire, but she hadn't turned her head away from the dining-room table. Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the thin red thread in her left hand and the needle in her right hand. She wrinkles her nose before leaning in, squinting, making out the fiber. 

Another move ahead and, “Blast it..” The woman frowns, already hunched over, her nose almost touching the cold steel. Broken from her spell of concentration, she leans back again before adjusting her grip on both. 

Muffled breath nearby, the hatmaker glances from her ongoing project towards the upcoming lord of night. Puffed chest hugged by tight black material of his shirt, the vampire’s ruby eyes followed her as she followed him. Like a shadow to shadow.

An emotion lingers in her eyes, tugging at her lips. Concern, it is undeniable when, as she is enraptured by his eyes, the first thought that comes to her is: tired eyes. 

Has he not been sleeping enough? Bat, you already know that my bed is yours if you cannot find peace in your own. Not as if you have not claimed it already and seized all my pillows. If only you allowed yourself to shift that mask of yours and let your head rest, if only you let that exhaustion be spoken out loud... 

She blinks before returning to her work. 

"Admittedly, I have never been that particular about nor desiring any sauces when it comes to finger foods.” Sophie recounts at admittedly limited food palette and pickiness. “A sauce is better than no sauce, but there is always a point someone can overplate it. The dish then gets lost in the sauce.” 

Eichi: And here he comes.

"Now this is a surprise; to what do I owe the pleasure of having you visit, Saegusa-kun? Could I perhaps interest you with some tea?" Eichi delicately rocked his cup, watching the amber liquid swirl within. "'H Blend'; my own special concoction~"

To say that Ibara wasn’t one to stand to ceremony would be a lie, and usually, he would have acted respectfully toward Eichi, no doubt about it. Now, however, he simply showed the ES President his phone and the conversation within.

I wonder if ibara would catch on

i REALLY wonder

Keito:

Again. Again. He just never learns, does he? Keito could feel a vein pop within his temple as he stared at the stubborn fish of an Oddball, soaking (illegally, mind you) in the school fountain, again.

Making his way to the fountain, Keito stared down at the repeat offender, hands on his waist.

"You." He pointed at the offender, before gesturing outside of the fountain. "Out."

Kanata responded with a pout. Kanata was quite well versed in pouting. His cheeks puffed up and his lips pursed together disapprovingly. If he thought he looked intimidating like this however, he was way, way off. 

“I am simply puka puka... You should join me instead, Termple Guy...”