#tsuntsunderima

“You know... I don’t think that’s right.” Keith said apprehensively, turning his head to look at the creation his supposed partner had conjured up. 

Since he was living on his own without any sort of management around to plan out high-stamina meals like back in the team house he used to live in, the former pro-gamer had decided to take a cooking class. After the class had gotten underway, everyone had been paired off to promote teamwork and to provide each student with an extra layer of support. However, Keith wasn’t really feeling much support from his partner. Instead, he was a little afraid of the way the other mixed ingredients. 

He’d seen safer looking concoctions of coffee, energy drinks, and ketchup.

“Did you follow the recipe..? We can’t be that far off...”

“The architecture is outstanding, is it not?” Seijuurou broke the silence that was lingering in the air, no doubt on purpose as the other always preferred silence to the noisiness of a party, such as the one located on the floor beneath them. Without offering a greeting, the heir strolled into the spacious study, hands clasped behind his back. His footsteps sounded along the well-polished tile with a dignified grace, eyes glancing around the room as he took in the sights of the medieval castle the Winter Ball was held in. 

Truly, Seijuurou hadn’t expected to run into Shintarou tonight, at the ball. He was fully aware of the other’s presence in the city, but his former teammate was someone he hadn’t expected to attend at all. Fate favoured such encounters in a city so deeply rooted in the concept of it’s existence, and so he welcomed the chance encounter with open arms, rather than backing away and organizing a reunion he had full control over.

“Bellevue used to be a kingdom of it’s own. This was the castle where the royal family resided. Why, many a king might just have sat in that desk over there...” Seijuurou said, sounding almost amused as he recited the information he’d read earlier when researching the city. He then chuckled, a quiet and single syllable laugh that already was out of character for him. A smile appeared on his face as he turned to Shintarou, tilting his head bemusedly. 

Christmas Starter Sentences || Still accepting

Out of all the people to be spending Christmas with, En had chosen the one guy in all of Bellevue who was taller than him. To be fair, it wasn't like it had been planned. But then again, when did En ever plan out anything? That was why he was currently stringing up the lights on the Christmas tree in Midorima's apartment. Of course, what he hadn't noticed when he had started was the Christmas tree was quite tall, taller than most Christmas trees. Therefore, he was leaning as he stood on the stepladder, trying to reach the top of the tree to finish stringing up the lights.

@tsuntsunderima liked for a starter

Mika was an idol for a while. It was an ephemeral dream, tied up to the name of Valkyrie. A shy boy like himself had little to do singing and dancing in front of people after all. It was a shared dream. Without Valkyrie and without the professor, he had no reason to sing or dance or perform. Not at all.

Or so he thought.

The truth was quite different, as he never really stopped practicing. Not even for a day.

Curtains and doors closed, Mika took the advantage of the lonely music room to dance and sing. The acoustic of the room making his voice louder and sweeter, his steps echoing like some sort of back music as he made the steps. A smile in his lips and sweat rolling down the sides of his face, what was supposed to be a short practice extended itself for over two hours.

A door opening should have been a signal for him to stop, but his ears didn’t heard anything but his own singing. And so it was until he finally turned around and saw a man... a very tall man at that, standing right there. A little squeal interrupted his singing, his feet tangling themselves and his whole body losing balance just to throw him to the floor.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica Sentence Starters || Not accepting

“I do!” Exclaimed En, grabbing Midorima’s arm. “I don’t want to see you become like that,” he spoke, more solemn as he nodded at the witch that was farther away. They were currently hiding, En decked out in his ‘Flashing Prince’ outfit with Midorima by his side, eager to make a contract and help. En sighed. Midorima was stubborn. It would take more than just voicing his concerns to convince him. “I know you’ve thought about it, probably for longer than I have, but I have no plans on watching you become a witch.” Midorima still seemed unconvinced. En hesitated. He knew what he had to do, he just wished that it didn’t have to come to this.

Turning to the wombat beside him, he gave a small, sad smile. “I know what my wish is now. I wish that Midorima cannot make a contract and become a magical boy.” The wombat nodded. It may have been overly drastic, but at least he knew that Midorima would never become a witch.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica Sentence Starters || Not accepting

En sighed. Midorima had caught him in the middle of a fight and had decided to tag along for some reason that he hadn’t bothered to explain. En had been in a lazy mood - as usual - but the realization that Midorima might have to pay for his mistakes had caused him to pay more attention to the fight. Now he was firing beams at the Chikuwabu witch with a newfound vigour, to the point that Midorima had noticed his newfound enthusiasm for fighting.

En shrugged. “The faster the fight is, the less bothersome it is.” He didn’t exactly take pleasure in defeating witches and the motivation to fight them was usually hard to find, but he couldn’t deny that he wanted the fight to be over as soon as possible. Besides, the faster the battle, the less time he would have to wear his ‘magical boy’ outfit. A small twang of pain reminded En of the other reason as to why he wanted to hurry up.

The gash on his leg was bleeding heavily, but thanks to the dulled sensations of pain that came with being a magical boy, he barely felt it. The wombat had once explained how the wounds would be healed due to the placebo effect, but the fact that his wounds would be healed by something that was all in his mind only served to make En more skeptical of his initial choice of becoming a magical boy. He used to take hits plenty of times in the beginning, but now that he was used to his powers, he rarely took damage. He had been distracted by Midorima’s appearance when the witch took the opportunity to score a hit on him. Now he would just have to pay it forward.

“Oh... Shintarou? I wasn’t expecting anyone to remember.” Seijuurou said in response, his honestly blunt in the face of the other’s kind gesture. He gave a tiny smile, a slight quirk of his lips to soften the blow. “But thank you, I appreciate the gesture.”

It was rare for his friend to be so open with his intentions, and even more rare for the other to use anything but his last name. Seijuurou figured that would be all and turned to look back down at his phone, when he noticed the other moving in the corner of his eye. They had agreed to meet someplace public today, at Shintarou’s behest, and Seijuurou had suggested Little Italy, since he’d been meaning to try it. Since they were waiting for their appetizers to be brought out, Seijuurou had decided to check his schedule for the rest of the day and tomorrow, not wanting to forget anything.

Shintarou was pulling something out of his pocket which was what caught the point guard’s eye, stilling his own movements. His friend then set the box down for him to take a look at, and with a lingering look of questioning sent Shintarou’s way, Seijuurou reached for the gift. A small box, coloured a lovely blue with clear evidence as to what might be inside. He was a little confused to say the least, wondering why his good friend felt the need to get him anything at all. 

Inside the box was a beautiful ring. With blue gems and crystals, it was something regal and personal, and he could tell by the way Shintarou shuffled in his chair, it was something chosen with a great deal of thought put into it. Smiling easily this time, the business heir slipped the ring onto his finger easily. He wasted no time in admiring the jewelry, that stood out against his pale skin.

“Is this your way of proposing, Shintarou~?” Seijuurou couldn’t help but tease his friend, seeing the other get so worked up over something like this. He stared expectantly, place his elbows on the table as he leaned forward, hands folded under his chin. The ring was displayed clearly, as if on purpose. 

“If so, I would hope you considered all the necessary adjustments we would both have to make to our schedules. And of course, the judgement we would face from our families respectively...”

                                        MEME // ACCEPTING .

“A hair..?” Seijuurou repeatedly, snapping from his earlier daze as he turned to look at his friend. He flitted his gaze down at his arm where he’d felt Shintarou touch him earlier, then glanced back up at his tall friend. A smile toyed at the corners of his lips as he nodded his head slightly in thanks. 

When Seijuurou next spoke, Shintarou had his full attention. His smile held a hidden knowledge, eyes shining playfully as he chuckled quietly. His laugh was short and sweet, just enough to tease at the fact that someone as put together as Seijuurou still knew how to laugh, too. He was well aware that his friend often brushed things off as nothing when he truly did them out of consideration, although he dare not reveal said habit to the emerald haired male.

“Thank you, Midorima. I appreciate it, even if you only did it because it was irritating you.”