#yoakkemae

the text vibrates his phone and atlas reaches across the bed to grab it. he swipes open the message and his brows furrow curiously. legs swing off the edge of the bed and he grabs some underwear to pull on just because he doesn't want his neighbours seeing everything he's got.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ❝ HE HAD A GREAT APARTMENT .. ❞ fingers broke off a piece of her muffin. holding it out to tony. she probably wasn't going to eat all of it anyway. ❝ and a car his parents bought. ❞ it wasn't unusual for ellie to talk boys with tony. lord strike her down if she spoke about them with her father. ❝ i thought he was perfect. and now his number's blocked. ❞ a snort followed her sentence - as she shoved her own piece of the muffin into her mouth.

How long have you been walking around like this? // the boys! / @yoakkemae

For a few long seconds, Jay simply stares at Ben in mild, curious confusion. This could refer to plenty of things, none of which Jay can immediately place. Jay leans his weight back, one hand moving up to hold the back of his head like it might unearth some meaning. He doesn't mean to take so long to answer what's probably a pretty simple question — he just has no clue what that answer should be.

❝ What — oh ! ❞ And then recognition comes with the pulse that throbs through his jaw when it's moved. Right ! Yeah, his face probably looks terrible by now. It gets a laugh out of him — he's never liked walking around with visible injuries, though he could easily play them off as little badges of honor, warning flags sending the message to clear off, because you should see the other guy. But it's stupid enough that he can't help the chuckle.

Something he tries to quiet as quickly as it comes because he's sure that Ben wouldn't get the humor of it all. Ben cares — so much so that Jay worries about him more days than not. He hates the idea of being something else on Ben's overfull plate, something that makes his day that much harder.

So he waves, idly wondering that if he turns his head, the side of his face won't be quite so noticeable. ❝ Don't worry about it. I honestly forgot it was there — Tourney practice got a little crazy, but it's all good. ❞ For once ( and he means once; Jay misses seeing Ben out on the field with everyone ) he's glad that Ben hadn't been there. Much easier to play off the totally-on-purpose tackle colliding with his face if he hadn't seen it himself. And Jay's fairly certain no one will mention it. Not when it'd clash with the whole good guys shtick they have going on.

Their relationship was strange.

He pushed too much, purposely pulled on Hirano's strings to get a rise out of the upright student. Many had raised concern about his treatment of the esteemed committee member, some had even fought Sasaki on his behalf demanding respect from the redhead.

No one understood how they could ever be considered friends. What had initially started as a favor to a teacher to make sure he turned in his homework on time, had become one of his most significant relationships.

Sasaki didn't tease Hirano out of disrespect or rebellion, and while many might not believe it, getting screamed at by the guy was his own way of helping him vent from the pressures of school.

A willing target, a force that ensured Hirano Taiga wouldn't snap under the weight of his own expectations.

Tension settled at his shoulders at the sudden touch, hand freezing beneath the other's fingers not daring to move.

What he expected to be a punch to the noggin, turned into a soft and surprisingly comforting gesture. Accompanied by words that allowed him to release a breath he'd been holding since first period.

"Wow.."

Lightly brushing his classmate's hand away he looked upwards, staring at him with a bewildered expression.

Gwen's wheeling out the worlds biggest whiteboard to throw down some calculations on why he's WRONG !!!!!!!!!

ah, he made her cry again. how horrible of him! but this time he knows the tears gathering in her eyes are not coming from sorrow, and that makes all the difference.

it takes hatori a moment to realize that there are tears in his own eyes, as he brings her hand to his lips, a soft kiss pressed against his future wife's knuckles.

"i hoped you would say that."

he looks to her for permission, and takes out the ring, sliding it onto her finger. it's not too fancy, really - a simple gold band. but it means a whole new chance at happiness for him.

↳ @yoakkemae said 🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?

all of the above depending on the mood. During busy cases he's definitely been known to just shove 2 or 3 protein bars down his throat just to keep his stomach from screaming at him so he can focus. When he's not busy, though, he's a little bit of a foodie; he loves to try new restaurants, especially if it's any kind of East Asian food.

On that note, he does eat a large amount of takeout. He can cook, it's just that he doesn't keep a lot of perishables due to the fact that he can't really predict when he's going to be called for a case, and for how long he'll be gone. Sometimes he'll pick up what he needs for dinner on the way home, but more often than not he'll just pick up takeout.