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          satomi wasn’t sure how to say it. she’d never confessed her feelings to anyone before. well, that was because she’d never had feelings for anyone before. she’d never intended to have a high school romance. when she moved to tokyo, she wasn’t confident that she would even have friends.

          she glanced up at him and swallowed the lump that grew in her throat. “i’m not uncomfortable with it,” she said, voice still just a murmur. “it’s just, um… well, when we started this, i didn’t expect to fall for you…”

          immediately, satomi turned her gaze away, grey eyes falling to the floor. she shouldn’t have said anything, their friendship would be ruined now. 

     there were a lot of days and nights spent praying that this would actually happen. but now that is has, tetsurou isn’t sure how to proceed. in spite of his looks and attitude, he has little confidence in his prowess with girls that he’d better spend indulging in his passions. the confession makes him freeze, the tips of his fingers burning with anxiety as he stared at her, and she stared at the ground. 

     “ it’s not something that you have to sound so ... sad about. “  he starts, brows furrowing. rising from his chair, he approaches satomi slowly, as though she would shatter into a million pieces if he broke pace. reaching out, he grabs her shoulders and pulls her into his arms, enveloping her in a warmth that he never knew that he could offer. it feels different. strange. but it's good, and it feels right. 

          “u-um, kuroo-san…” 

          her voice came out quiet, hesitant and unsure. even though she’d rehearsed her speech over and over in her mind all day, her nerves got the better of her. her fingers fiddles with her sleeves and her feet shuffled awkwardly on the floor. 

          it was just the two of them left in the club room – everyone else had gone home, even kenma, who usually walked home with the captain. 

          “this fake dating thing… is it something you want to keep up? i don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me, because i’m sure you’d rather have the opportunity to date someone you actually like.”

          if she had the guts, if she could psyche herself up to be bold just once, she could tell him the truth; she no longer wanted to keep up the act because she wanted to actually date him.

♔ | @unblume​

     even kenma had left him behind for the day. tetsurou surmises that it has something to do with how actively nervous their manager as been, and it’s easy to tell that it most definitely is his problem. he closes the folder of logs when she addresses him, not knowing what to expect. it feels like it’s been a while since she’d had anything this serious to say. 

     if the happy little world that he’d built around their situation had a time to crash and burn, he really wished it wouldn’t be now. 

     his stomach sinks, and he falters to come up with words that can appease the both of them — especially when they aren’t sure of each other’s feelings.

    as  lovely  as  seven’s  presence  can  be,  especially  in  chatrooms  where  his  energy  is  practically  booming,  miho  couldn’t  help  but  stare  at  concern  at  the  response  she  was  given.  how  the  redhead’s  brain  functioned  was  a  enough  of  a  mystery  in  itself,  though  she  couldn’t  help  but  deeply  frown.  sure,  she  was  being  a  hypocrite  given  how  she’s  the  farthest  thing  from  healthy   ——  however  !!  she  at  least  tries  to  stuff  her  stomach  with  something  that’s  fairly  healthy  from  time  to  time  when  it’s  practically  crying  for  decent  food.

[  miho  ]  :   seeveeennn  )): [  miho  ]  :   you  should  at  least  try  &&.  consume  something  healthy  !!  sure,  ascending  to  godhood  may  be  something   —  but  would  it  be  a  pain  to  at  least  try  &&.  munch  something  nice  ?? [  miho  ]  :   i  swear,  as  soon  as  i  get  to  meet  you  in  person,  i’ll  have  you  eat  one  of  my  tastiest  dishes  !! as  she  declares  so,  miho  found  herself  impulsively  sticking  her  head  out  from  the  door  &&.  poking  her  tongue  out  at  the  camera.  what  she  said  was  not  anything  that  could  be  easily  discarded  to  the  side  !!  what  she  said,  she  will  do.  (  …even  if  their  fateful  meeting  wouldn’t  even  be  until  the  rfa  party.  )  speaking  of  which,  she  finds  herself  ducking  back  inside,  shutting  the  door  as  she  looks  at  the  notepad  which  contained  the  pending  party  list  with  those  who  she’s  still  exchanging  emails  with,  &&.  the  others  which  are  sure  to  come.  ah,  stressful.  v  gave  them  so  little  time  to  prepare..  

     essentially having raised himself, saeyoung’s judgment in what he should be eating in which quantities raised valid concern from all directions. both rika and v had tried to at least steered him in the right direction; but despite his willful stubbornness to eat his favorite snack at all times of the day, he was still fit and strong, and somewhat healthy. there wasn’t any way that they could complain when he was coming out just fine. happily, he continues to indulge with his treat, the end of his fourth bag of the day on the horizon.

     707  /  as long as i can fit in my favorite maid outfit, i am A-OKAY !!      707  /  no need to worry about little ol’ me, dearsweetdaughterofmine~      707  /  BUT, i must admit.............      707  /  i wonder if i should be either worried or excited for your cooking? will you be bringing any to the rfa party? will honey buddha chips be involved? (´・ω・`) ~

     miho’s head emerges from the doorway into the view of the cctv camera. for a moment, he catches himself thinking about how cute she is — but just as quickly, he shakes the thought out of his head. there are more important things to do than to fantasize! keeping an eye on the situation at rika’s apartment is important, especially when he’s hardly made any headway with the situation regarding the hacker that had gotten her in there in the first place. 

( @shimzus​  /  unprompted )     //     she slips her hands around iwaizumi's jaw gently, just holding in place. there's an unspoken question waiting on her lips and in her eyes, but she doesn't begin to ask it. she simply stares at him a bit longer ... expectantly ... waiting for the okay. // LET HER KISS YA.

( @shimzus​  /  unprompted. )     //     gives iwaizumi's abs a firm pat. pat pat.

     hajime has lost count of the number of sit-ups he’s done. at some point, he’d begun to focus solely on the effort to rise from the floor, supported by his girlfriend’s weight that keeps his heels locked to the floor. he wonders if she is keeping count at all, or if she’s just staring — the way that he meets her gaze at the peak of every repetition only serving to drive him further; if not to impress her, than to impress himself. he had already allowed her the upper hand in a treadmill, and now boasts the muscles that are more necessary to him.

     on his final repetition, his aching muscles begin to stutter, burning as he struggles to make it up. a growl slips between his gritted teeth, a drop of sweat trickling down his brow. with what feels like the last of his abdominal strength, hajime pulls himself all the way up, and then forward to catch his breath. a few moments of breathing, followed by a soft「オツカレ」that comes with his bottled sports drink. he brings down his legs, sitting cross-legged as he accepts the bottle, taking a few gulps. he stops, though, when he feels kiyoko’s hand make contact with his belly, perhaps complimenting his efforts.

( @fluranach​  /  meme. )     //      taeyeon @ zag // ❝ sometimes i fear i shall develop some sort of grudging respect for you. ❞

     “ well ... i’ve been told worse. “  zagreus shrugs, a sheepish smile on his lips. he isn’t sure how proud he should be to earn a respect that doesn’t feel like respect. he does not feel like what he is doing would warrant any deference from the people of the house, but it is alright to be wrong from time to time if it means getting a pleasant surprise.  

( @fluranach​​  /  paimon love. )     //      wordlessly, orion throws her arms around paimon. she's crying a little. it's fine

    “ h-hey, orion!? “  paimon gasps, weighted out of the air by the affectionate gesture. she lets herself come down to the seamstress’s level, fingers brushing hair out of her face. it has been a long time since anyone has dared to make contact with her in such a manner. the little god feels awkward, unsure of how to console her.

    she could think about what might be the cause for orion’s tears, but doesn’t have the will to put her omniscience to it. instead, she focuses on her dearest friend, hoping that anything would stop her from crying.  

ori @ zag // ❝ i still grow frustrated with myself quite often and don’t always know whom to turn to. ❞

     it is hard, sometimes, to find the right words for orion. now that he is no longer at his abode as often as he is attempting to escape it, he fears that she will have more to say and less to speak to. dusa has always been a reliable ear; but with nyx’s watchful eyes, it is hard for them to get word to each other, even in passing. zagreus has seen it, and he laments it all very deeply. a frown grows on his visage for a moment, unable to come up with anything that she may find remotely helpful.

     “ i think it’s the same for everyone. meg, orpheus, even my father. and me. the struggles are all very different, but ... i think it’s just a matter of building enough trust with others. “