『 I'LL PROTECT THEM! 』

#Toketsujisatsu; An Independent and Semi-Selective Multimuse for miscellaneous characters in miscellaneous anime series. - Ten + Years of Roleplay experience. -  Able to offer one-liners to multi-paragraphs. -- Open to Mutuals. -- Slow at replying --- Awful at OOC chatting - Canon-leaning - Welcome to my blog, I’m Caleb. 28 + & Non-Binary. - A sensitive dumbass who loves their blorbos.-Hello. Let's be friends. B>

Disclaimer: This home of mine will contain several Dark themes, such as Mutilation mentions, mental illnesses, notably depression, and suicidal tendencies/idealization. Abuse of all varieties, excluding the sexual categories. -Child soldiers, and everything that comes with it. -- Descriptive Gore, dead bodies, and death in various capacities, pessimistic perceptions, experimentation. Nsfw content may be present. I don't Insta -Tag anything out of habit, but if there's anything you need to be tagged, let me know!

The important rules here are to be Kind; no bigots of any sort are welcome here. Be patient, and do not sexualize my underage muses. - Doing so will get you an Instant block. No drama! - I will not involve myself anymore - I made this blog to have fun!

" Look! ----- No one asked you to actually show up here! " Chagrin, an habitual reaction forthwith anticipated from the budding adolescent, subjugates composure, substituting it with irritability, as it repetitiously does, amidst societal circumstances ---- Exchanging dialogue, his innermost thoughts, with other individuals were still something he's yet to have wholly developed in being accustommed to ---- particularly when he, himself, had inquired for it, reached out for through texts with momentous intentions, but he treks on and doggedly endeavors regardless of how roseate his cheeks turn into or how tight his chest tend to become with wroughts of anxiety --- of trepidations of nonacceptance, turned away akin to mere scraps - of recieving malicious comments from observations. Duo-hued eyes peer leftward, at the empty picnic table, away from the older student. He hoped to speak to Kaji, someone he's once had confided in, about a matter concerning his progress. -- Albeit, never once had he envisioned them showing up on the rooftops. " Q-Quit looking at me like that, Dammit! ----- You know what! This was dumb to ask you. Just forget it. I'm going home. " Extremities are shoved within pockets before he pivots.

" -------- Oooooh, Mitsuya-kun!! " Jubilancy burst from youthful lungs akin to a volcanic eruption, uncontained excitement rippling through his entirety from ultimately reuniting with an old comrade he seldom had the chance to engage with since the disbandment of their previous group two years ago. " -Just the guy I wanted to see. Stay right there! " Without elaboration, the younger adolescent sprints rightward, vanishing the instant he comes around the corner of an edifice. -- Within several elapsed minutes, he reappears, extremities behind his back, a simper plastered across his countenance. " I know you redesigned our uniforms for the second-generation Tokyo Manji gang, but ..... "

A shirt is forthwith withdrawn from behind him, exhibiting an illustrative design, or so he'll epithet it as, that he personally tailored for their temporary uniforms, which he had shortly then agreed to have replaced. - Be that as it may, however, he still wanted to preserve them as keepsakes, as a memorable commodity they could each possess as mundane habiliments outside of battles, like hang-outs. " --------- Have one of these super duper Thousand winters shirts I made before offering you the position of advisor! " Shoves it against their chest with a gleeful chuckle. " -- It'll look so bad ass on you!! " When it came to the blond, whose heart roared a mighty resilience, it did not take much at all to make him chipper. Particularly when encircled by such exceptional friends.

" Miss, Kocho. --- May I see your hand for a moment? "

F orget it ever transpired. She articulates it as if it were effortless, as if it held no dissimilarities to parting with a clipped fingernail. -- The transient exhibition of intimacy the two militaristic officers had shared. - The kiss he could not deny had affected his heart, rendering it to palpitate more industriously within his chest cavity every time they came into a position of adjacency. " Is that ... " he commences to enunciate in turn, his eyes never once directed at her countenance. An uncourageous strain of sheepishness infested his entirety whilst he stationed there, failing to glance at her as he submerged himself beneath countless thoughts and emotions all at once, shackling him to peer rightward, at naught but the wall. Pitiful, as always. -- A palm elevates to settle against the rear of his nape, massaging its flesh gradually as he contemplated his words. Awkwardness had been more present since then, but it did not bleed disagreaability. Least to him who breathed it, akin to a secondary basin of oxygen, since his youth. Her, however - He exhales a respiration. " Is that what you'd like to do, Shinomiya? To forget it? Pretend like it never happened? I ... " Appendage lowers, and he ultimately aligns violet irises with her brilliant golden ones. " I think things are fine, but what would I know. Heh. "