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this blog will be left up as a source for old verses. if anyone wants to still interact with my midori, redirect yourself to @matsurinomuses

( so a bit of an announcement, i know i haven’t been on in ages, and well, i don’t really feel comfortable coming back on this blog, or my adonis blog. no particular reason, i just feel like there’s a lot attached to them experiences wise? either way, this is an announcement that this and @/bunnyinbearfur will both be going on hiatus. if i ever plan on coming back on, it’ll likely be as a new muse/new blog or possibly on my mitsuru blog since he’s still a fairly small blog with few experiences attached to his blog )

i am back and tired and finally got on the computer

( im here but its def quiet rn )

They were supposed to dance, but Midori still had no idea how to dance so closely held to someone. For the moment, he just hid away against Chiaki. It was embarrassing after all.

He pouted as he leaned against her a bit more heavily. “Don’t argue with me. You’re the amazing one for being able to sew in the first place. Not to mention, juggling so much as producer. Sure, you don’t believe me, and I know that, but that won’t stop me believing how amazing you are. I’m only as much as my sick heart lets me be. It’s difficult to be anything with a sick heart.” He huffed, nuzzling against her hair, the flower in his getting kind of crumpled. “Besides, I refuse to believe I’m the amazing one. I just know it’s pointless arguing with you about it ‘cause you’ll never agree that I’m not.”

Yeah, he knew they were both pretty finicky about them, but he still couldn’t help but say it anyway. He was fine with the sudden contact, but he was quick to jump to reassure her that he definitely believed it. “Really, Anzu-senpai! You’re absolutely amazing!! You can make so many mascot characters and be an amazing producer and still be friends and-” He set his forehead against the top of her head, slouching some to achieve the action. “All I’m ever gonna be is a greengrocer, Anzu-senpai.”

He really did think she was exaggerating, but she probably really believed it. “Not everything I want is something you’d think I deserve, Anzu-senpai, but I appreciate the thought.” He really did appreciate it as well as everything Anzu did. She was just amazing. “I’m glad to be able to be friends with you... You’re absolutely amazing~”

“You really do deserve it, Anzu-senpai~ After all, you do so much extra already, don’t you deserve some back?” At the nudge, he couldn’t help but smile a bit wider. “A cold black heart that holds too much love... Just tell me if it starts to break and I’ll do my best to mend it, no matter how cold or black.” 

A smile quickly spread over his lips as he chuckled. “You deserve all the extra.” While he’d like to disagree that he wasn’t all that great, he figured it’d be pointless to try to argue with her about it. “Glad to know. Though, I’m pretty sure that Trickstar still ranks up there with me. I wouldn’t be too surprised if they took my place.”

As she did the Will Smith pose, he couldn’t help a soft sigh as he shook his head. “You’re too much, Anzu-senpai. Sometimes you sound like a proud mother about some of the littlest things.” He wondered for a moment what it might be like to have her as a mother. She honestly seemed like she’d be very doting.

He had doubted that it really suited him, but he was glad to have something softer. It may not have been anything mascot related, but it was still cute. As he looked at her phone to see, he was right in believing her that it did look cute. Not that he personally felt like he was cute, but the flower was. “Thanks, Anzu-san.”