#unsunned

" hmmm ... ” it wasn’t all that unusual these days to see shōyō deep in thought -- though usually not inside of a plant nursery, peering over at all of the different varieties of plants, flowers, and seeds the shop had to offer. he’d tried his hand a bit at taking care of plants back when he’d been living in brazil, but that had been nearly two years ago, and having his own home garden was a lot different than some snake plants or monsteras .... it was interesting to see all the different varieties of flowers and plants this shop had compared to the ones back home in osaka though! he’d definitely have to bring one or two back with him, too. maybe that’s all he’d bring, actually, if he never makes his mind up about what seed to start with. he raises a hand to ruffle at his hair in frustration and confusion.  “ gah! i just don’t know... ”

even through the years, the male hadn’t gotten used to the idea of what friends did.  he knew everyone was different  -  some stayed in the house while others went out whether it was a mutual decision or because one person was more the type to go out.  hisao still didn’t know what kind of person sachiko was, but she didn’t object to the idea of going outside and getting some fresh air along with the beaming sun.  usually he would’ve wanted to avoid rays that made his skin uncomfortable  ( cursing himself for only now learning about spf  )  but her optimism was distracting him enough to the point where he didn’t notice it.  the weather wasn’t too crazy although it was technically summertime; more forgiving today than it had been the past few days.  however, hisao still found himself blowing his mini fan onto his face as they sat on the grass having a small picnic.

upon hearing her call his name, he opened his eyes and looked over to her  -  face first and very oblivious to the gift behind her back.  it took a moment for it to register in his brain what she said; a small smile forming on his face that was more out of nerves than anything else.  once her arms had come from behind her back and the manga was revealed, all the male could do was stare before his idle hand came up to gently grab it.  wobbly smile had turned into a big smile that showed his pearly whites.  sometimes, she felt too good to be true whether that was her kindness that seemed to be hugely thrown onto him for reasons he didn’t understand or in general how she seemed to go out her way for him.

flushed both in his skin and how he felt,  hisao let out a laugh that was stifled behind barred teeth.

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔.

        untangled. undone. ravaged. of all the people to emerge victorious in wrecking havoc and bringing ruin onto a distinguished and lionized figure, it had to be her. the crown that sat atop of his head had been knocked clean off. he’d been ousted and brought to his knees by her. unfailingly, until now, he always emerged triumphant and on top. a dull ache began to sprout within him, fueled and nourished by the petal - soft presses from her lips, inflaming and aggravating into something voracious. the sensitive nerves in his digits responded by spreading the heavy sensation throughout the limbs and extremities, as though he were being seared from the inside out. of all the places to be lovingly grazed and adored, his hands were tragically neglected. so forsaken that not even he was aware of how .. reactive he was to being teased there. 

       a shortness of breath. a violent uprush of of rose against olive, coloring the tip of his ears and extending to the back of the neck. a dignified and couth visage marred by trembling lips and veneer suffused in crimson.

        it all comes to an abrupt end with an mortified, bashful laugh and a gentle recovery of his hand. 

non - verbal meme prompts  /  accepting 

        ❛  ——  sachiko - san ... sachiko ... ?   ❜  the act of her own body being pressed up against another woman’s (  in a chaste way  )  wasn’t foreign to her    — she’d been in these kind of embraces with mayaka - san on more than a few occasions , and she’d intertwined fingers with irisu - senpai a small handful of times , but the ambience in those circumstances differed greatly from what chitanda felt now. those times felt feather - light , innocently meaningless to the degree of blithe ignorance. benignant.

@unsunned brie i love u i keep laughing

His gym bag is carefully set aside, hands rummaging through its contents to find a protein bar he had bought earlier while Sachiko collapses on her seat. “ Good work today. ” Tobio’s display of support is but a casual mumble, delivered in a low exhale as he idly plays with the packaging of the snack and leans back into his own seat. Both were quite drained from a long day of work, though such tiredness hardly ever prevented them from meeting for at least a few minutes in spontaneous outings, whenever Tobio’s schedule brought him somewhere near her town.

One big, unrestrained yawn escapes past his lips, followed by a grunt. His arms stretch forward to relax his muscles, and it’s then that he takes notice of her request and spots the wiggly fingers atop their table. For a few solid seconds, Tobio only stares. Head drops sideways in confusion, mind gears turning... until they click. When they do, his face slowly sinks into a frown, sharp gaze darting back up at his old friend.

@unsunned SACHIKO SACHIKO SACHIKO SACHIKO

Shoulders flinch at the sudden touch, hands quickly moving over to rest atop the ones currently obstructing his vision. Tobio’s first instinct would be to simply yank them off of him as he doesn’t see the point in guessing, but the voice in which his name is carried brings the setter to a halt. He stands quietly, the grip on her palm tightening only slightly, though he doesn’t try to remove them yet. “ ... Isaksen.. senpai...? ” And then he finally does, turning around with disbelief drilled deep in ocean hues, reflecting through an almost silly look of euphoria. It has been such a long time.

“Oh-- lucky break...” He’s mostly mumbling to himself at the moment, squatting near the tray of a vending machine. He had only just been able to scrounge up enough coins to secure something a little while ago, and now it seemed like two bags had been dispensed by mistake. Though, as he’s collecting his spoils and begins to turn, he sees someone waiting behind him.

“Ah-- Oh-- geez. You scared me--” He chuckles sheepishly, “Guess I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings very well...” He pauses to contemplate for a second, then dangles both of his snacks in two separate hands.