capricious.

there  wasn’t  a  thing  he  could  do  besides  watch  as  the  frisbee  flew  right  past  him    ,    and      …      there  it  was    !      that  loud  sound  of  a  window  shattering  as  the  disc  made  contact  with  it    .    if  hikaru  wasn’t  as  annoyed  as  he  was  with  what  had  happened    ,    he  would  have  actually  praised  him  for  how  far  he  threw  it      .        ‟      you    …    you  absolute  idiot    !      ”      

unfortunately  for  tamaki    ,    there  was  no  praise  that  was  going  to  come  from  him    .    picking  up  his  own  frisbee    ,    he’d  point  with  it  in  hand  at  the  basket  a  few  feet  from  them    .    ‟      milord    ,    you  were  supposed  to  throw  it  in  the  basket    !      ”   

          ❛   ack — !!   ❜   that he certainly wasn’t expecting ! a jolt runs through his body , and it takes longer than that of a self proclaimed winner to peek over his shoulder to catch a glimpse at the damage . one broken window pane isn’t too bad . though , the crash that echoed moments after , promise more damage than just a single window pane . that most definitely is bad .

       ❝  —  WELL perhaps they do suit you, I’m afraid I can not tell. ❞ A little light humor to himself. he could see just fine as to how their king LOOKS with his speckles resting on the bridge of his cute button nose. However, it IRRITATED him greatly as to how simply things like that kept happening without much of a warning.  Kyoya had keen eyesight to things faraway or at a good arms length but when it came to reading or writing, it was difficult to maneuver usual every day activities that REQUIRED him to do things up close & personal ( – & let’s face it, that was always. )  ❝  Please don’t get them all fingered up like last time. ❞   ALL he needed was greasy prints all along the prescription, or worse – have them dropped to break into pieces. There was NO cushion for such delicate frames to fall against, just tile hard ground. 

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         going to be beach in the winter wasn’t an activity he had entertained before . after all , during winter , why not visit wintry slopes or resorts tucked into snow-capped mountains to best observe the season ? though , the activity had been mentioned by everyone’s favorite natural type offhandedly shortly after club activities had come to an end one summer afternoon , and so , the mission to collectively visit the beach during winter break was set . only now , had it been successfully accomplished .

         along with the notion of beach-going during the winter , the notion of swash chasing hadn’t graced his mind either . though , that may have been due to the simple fact that he hadn’t known of the game until now . it’s a simple game . all you had to do is follow the the receding water on the edge of the sea shore and quickly run out of their way before the tides could catch you in their watery grasp . one didn’t even need to spend money to participate ! truly , commoner ingenuity at work !! despite not knowing of the existence of said game until now , it isn’t long before they fall into motions of the game . like a couple of children without a care in the world , they hop , skip , and jump out of the way of the echoes of crashing waves on the sea shore .

          however , the picture of perfect coordination : haruhi fuji.oka is most certainly not . so , their slip and tumble , face first into the sandy shores , shouldn’t have come as a surprise . despite this , his mind still races as he skids to a stop . then , a snort resounds from the sand ! in an instant , his mind makes leaps and bounds to put reasoning for such a sound , however outlandish these conclusions may be . perhaps , they had breathed in sand ! perhaps , that snort had been a swan song ( however uncouth ) before they succumbed to the sand wet sand !! they could be drowning in sand at this very minute !!!

           before he can reach down to try to offer assistance , they turn , and where he had feared finding pain or annoyance in their expression , he finds joy ( bright and unbridled ) shining instead . with eyes shut , laughter spills from their lips . for a moment , he can only stare ; for the longer he looked the more he found . its almost as if their smile held every happy thing they could possibly conjure — the excitement sparked by the news of a flash sale , the complete earnestness that met every situation they deemed worthy of it , the notion of fancy tuna . a breath releases his worries’ grip on his heart , instead it makes way for something more fulfilling . in an instant and entirely without his knowledge , he falls all too fast and all too helplessly into love , into enchantment , into all those happy things in that smile of theirs .

                                     HOLDING HANDS

the gentle physical affection ... getting to subtly show your love to the world ... feeling that new puppy love no matter how long you've been together ... you want a love that is sweet and gentle , where every date you go on feels like your first . you want to be showered in romantic gestures , to be praised and adored , for every moment to be worthy of saving in your internal scrapbook . you want every kiss to be a memory . although an admirable goal , it is important to keep in mind that love is not always easy , and occasionally requires some effort . although you should never endure abuse or neglect , it is normal for relationships to have bumps in the road ; do not treat these bumps like mountains .