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happy birthday han jisung!

a very important set for this endearing little dork (affectionate) <3 wishing you a very happy birthday and many more to come ! hoping this year treats you well and wishing you all the very best for all your future endeavours <3

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Hyunjin being cute part 926 !

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from → neji for →  sasuke — @tsuncte​

neji had thought for the longest time that he and sasuke were different people. and yet, he could see a lot of himself in the other male. nearly too much. it was rather unsettling. when the other had come back from his.... self exile, neji figured it was time to go searching answers and asking questions. after all, the uchiha family and the hyuuga family were both known for their eyes, and in many ways, they were imprisoned by them, maybe the uchiha more than the hyuugas. the former was a sort of self-flagellation. stigmatization from the inside making the family hate each other for not being pure enough. it was silly. the uchiha never had that problem, and yet the hyuuga’s refused to work with them, and saw them as lower than them. odd.

so here he was.

“did you know your eyes were cursed?” neji’s question was quiet and cutting from where he was sitting on a chair near sasuke’s bed. they were both at the hospital, the other male stopping for a checkup that was forced upon him by lady tsunade and sakura. it was needed, after all, he didn’t have an arm. “that using the sharingan would brew so much love that you would hate?” 

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from → neji for →  naruto — @subcru​

neji had a lot of appreciation for naruto. he helped him get out of clutches of fate when he was so willingly following the rules like a good prisoner, a good bird stuck in its own cage. if he had stayed there any longer, he wouldn’t know what would have became of him. naruto may be still a genin, but he had a lot of raw power and compassion inside him, and the hyuuga looked up to him immensely. 

when he came back from his travels with jiraya, it was sakura who told him first, and it was neji who went to lee and they told everyone else, as well.

it made sense to greet him at the village entrance. maybe it was odd to see a hyuuga with such importance waiting for someone like naruto- and yet, neji didn’t mind. he owed everything to the younger male, and neji didn’t mind showing it. seeing the bright male, in all his forms- he still had orange on his clothes, it was- a lot, his lips curled upwards into a slight, hesitant smile. 

“naruto-kun.”

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from → shikamaru for →  sasuke — @tsuncte​

here was the thing. shikamaru had spent most of his teen years loathing sasuke. who wouldn’t? he kind of- went crazy. lost his mind, slightly? he betrayed his teammates, tried to kill sakura and naruto counltess of times. wanted to become hokage- tried to end the world in some type of way- so. if he wasn’t throwing a party for his return to the village, could you blame him? but there was also one thing to be known about shikamaru, he wasn’t truly a hateful person. after losing his father, and his sensei, he had tried to learn how to live and let live. it was working. somewhat. trying to be zen should have been something innate inside of him. sometimes. he had missed the old school days where he would sleep through the classes and then cloud watch. those were great. maybe he shouldn’t have become a shinobi. it was all too much effort.

naruto was ecstatic to have his best friend back, naturally. shikamaru had to play nice. he couldn’t murder him in his sleep. so what if he was reformed, once a murderer, always a murderer, at least that was what he though. maybe he was getting too cynical already. 

so here he was, visiting sasuke at the hospital. he had refused to get his arm reconstructed, saying it would remind him of the pain he caused, or whatever. uchihas were always so dramatic and macabre. it made shikamaru want to constantly roll his eyes. 

he brought flowers. of course he did, he wasn’t a heathen, he was a polite man, and all but slapped the bouquet onto sasuke’s bedside table, and he crossed his arms, eyes narrowing at the bedridden male, scowling.

“why?” 

why are you back? why are you here? why did you cause so much pain?

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from → shikamaru for →  naruto — @subcru​

shikamaru knew one thing for certain. if he didn’t go running after naruto and sasuke just for naruto to go all self sacrificing, wanting to run after sasuke once more. the shadow user didn’t under his friend at times. it was pretty obvious that the last uchiha betrayed their village. he couldn’t comprehend why naruto chased after him so much, even after all these years. truly, being chunin gave him no power, at least not over his friends, and the blond male always thought too much with his heart, and little with his head. surely, even if they were friends, sasuke wasn’t that much of a good one, was he? always sneering and looking down at others- maybe it’s his own disdain talking. he needed to be more understanding towards the future hokage if he was going to be his right man. 

which led tot he current situation. naruto came back from a mission with sakura, kakashi, tenzo and sai, and shikamaru was pretty sure the teen had no food in his rundown apartment. so he asked his mother to pack him two bentos. if they thought it was for choji, none were the wiser, at least he thought so, but his father always had a knowing look whenever he asked for extras of anything, wanting to give naruto at least one healthy friendship. 

the village was after all corrupt, and its views on the nine tails’ container was rather... well. it wasn’t very nice. not from the look naruto got when he thought about his childhood. he always got so sad.

so he stood there, hesitating, and he usually never hesitated- and knocked once, twice. maybe the jinchūriki was asleep.

“hey, naruto. get your ass up. i have food for you!”

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tsuncte​:

     the only recent discovery struck him he had encountered a zanpakuto spirit he had not been familiar with, perhaps one of the subordinates of one of the divisions. he had tried in all attempts to release his shikai but all was in vain when he heard the slight mocking sneer of a shadow overcast. he decides instead to try and cut the unknown zanpakuto spirit down with sheer force, to which he comes out triumphant. but the mere thought alone of not being able to bypass this obstacle drew a puzzled squirm on his features. “no, it seems this is but an empty blade.” he lifts up his zanpakuto, just high enough to give it a good squint in between his dulled hues. “it seems hyorinmaru is much more compliant than senbonzakura.” his gaze narrowing down on the blade before letting it settle by the hilt in his palm.

     “has the head captain announced any announcements of importance yet?” he had been too busy attempting to scuffle his way into finding the culprit that all messages had gone amiss. it was truly a blessing in times like these that hakudo and kido would finally be of more use to him than the regular blade. a statement he truly thought he would never have to speak of in the years to come. 

     “from what i’ve gathered, each zanpakuto spirit is still traversing the soul society. though, i am unable to cipher whether defeating them would return them to their former selves, or if we are able to take on another soul reaper’s zanpakuto.” all valid questions without answers, thus far.

“nothing from head captain.” was toshiro’s soft reply, a frown firmly in place. really, it was unnerving. along with missing his zanpakuto spirit, he felt annoyed by the fact that no one had noticed that this machination was going on behind their backs. someone really spent their time manipulating their companion spirits to turn them against each soul reaper, and the worst is that it was actually working. many soul reapers could find themselves hopeless to their powerful zanpakuto spirits. without their swords to hone it, they were truly the embodiment of pure spiritual enemy. maybe that was the goal from the start, to make them weak, and unable to retaliate, as if they were nothing without their shikai and bankai. though that was right for many low level shinigami, they were captains. that meant something.

“they’re still spirits, are they not?” is toshiro’s answer at first, licking his lower lip as he stared at his sword before carefully putting it away. despite the fact that he couldn’t call upon hyorinmaru, it didn’t mean his sword would be useless. he could still use it. still, they were at a clear disadvantage, and kido wasn’t going to win their battles for them. “if we fight them, and if we win, would they disappear like hollows do?” he asked softly, hesitating. that was where the problem laid, wasn’t it? 

“and if so, would we ever be able to find them again?” he didn’t know the answer, but it didn’t rest well to hurt their zanpakuto spirits, no matter how hostile and violent they were. maybe he was getting soft. 

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     she’s glad that ichigo has finally come to a point where he was satisfied with the power that was bestowed upon him. it was beginning to become more hard to see him be so powerless that at times she forgets how truly powerful he had become. she let the worry melt off from her features as he gave her the confirmation she needed. now, to the more important details of the fight, what was drawing all these hollows here? her gaze darting about her surroundings, the opening was only becoming bigger by the second, countless more menos grandes breaking through the sky barrier but what catches her attention was the sudden reishi spike that darts a pang to her widened hues. 

     “aizen.” she mutters.

     but how? wasn’t he dead? hadn’t he been defeated? the sudden questions cascading through her reverie, an attacking hollow charging at her, having successfully wounded the freshly labelled captain of the thirteenth division. she’s clutching onto her arm, instinct saving her from having ended up with a bigger problem on her hands. she moves to higher ground, attempting to trail closer to ichigo, “ichigo! something weird is happening… i can sense aizen but… how can it be?” her zanpakuto wavering by her side, the white blade swiftly cutting through the mid tier hollows. “h-how can this be?” 

ichigo makes sure the hollows in front of him fall before turning around to face his friend, eyebrows raised. what did she mean that aizen was there- wasn’t he dead? he keeps those thoughts to himself, grabbing his sword and sheathing it and placing it onto his back with a small huff. really. it would have been easier to bring chad around, he would have been able to punch his way out of this. who was summoning all these hollows and what did they have against him? he was just a substitute soul reaper who only wanted to protect his city, nothing more, nothing less. after all, he had promised his sisters he wouldn’t get into any more trouble for a little while, especially after the last war he had participated in. but- this was rather worrisome. 

“isn’t he dead?” he asks quietly, a small groan escaping his lips.

because really, it was bothersome. why was he back? couldn’t he have just stayed dead? what if he tried to make another war- maybe he should have just stayed in bed that day, it would have been easier. ichigo steps in front of rukia, not because he didn’t think she could protect herself, but because he didn’t want her to get taken- he didn’t want to see her get hurt again. ichigo would never let his precious people ever be in danger again. “do you think someone in hueco mundo decided to fuck with us? should we try to get rid of him again? maybe an illusion?”

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     he tries to keep his jovial composure, though he can’t help but let the corners of his crescent hues dipping to accommodate the drop at his corners, as yuki speaks. did he just apologise? for what? ayame lets his corners perk up again, “well, dear yuki… snog is rather a vulgar term isn’t it? i’d say we relish in each other’s company. and i would never do such a thing! you too, are a priority of my visits to the sohma house, yuki dearest.” he tries to upkeep the gentle tone in his words though, the tail towards the end dampens his resolve.

     “sorry for what? i must have misheard, surely you did not just apologise to me?” he lets his chin rest on the centre point of his thumb, fingers curling into his palm as amber hues travel to rest on the other. he hasn’t gotten to spend as much time as he had wanted with his brother. it was his fault after all, he was the one that had pushed away yuki since they were small. when the other had reached out to him, he had decided to ultimately step away, to face the younger boy with his back. at the time, it felt like such a burden, how much the other would fall ill and how they were separated so often, so frequently that he began to forget that he had a brother at all. regret was what he began to feel as age caught up with him, but it was all too late. and now all his efforts to comfort, to console, to reconcile with yuki were all seen in vain. 

     and ayame has tried for years to patch up the void that separated them, but no matter how hard he would try the void kept opening wider and wider every time. it was only recently when tohru had entered their lives that ayame finally saw an opportunity worth seizing. “yuki.” he starts off, “there is no need to apologise, but if you must then i will accept it with your compliance of visiting my shop this weekend? hm? yes?” 

yuki had deemed his sensitivities as weakness for a long time. hiding behind the mask of the perfect zodiac, it had become hard to let himself truly feel things and accept them. he had always hid behind denial, or self-hate. self-worth was something he hadn’t had, something he struggled with. and why wouldn’t he when he didn’t have a family to begin with, and all the friends he did have were taken away from him? the one time he did reach out, and try to ask for help, he was turned away from his big brother, someone he had hoped would willingly save him, someone he had looked up to and held unattainable expectations only to get hurt and be disappointed. it was a hit he had took, and it took days of crying to even try to make the effort into standing up and getting over it.

he hadn’t gotten over it for a long time. it was something he took with him, everywhere. the feeling of rejection, of not being good enough, of not being worthy enough. no one had to know. 

so why was he apologizing to the man that had hurt him so much? because they both didn’t know better. yuki was intelligent. he was smart, not daft. he knew that they had acted the way they did because of how they were brought up, the environment that was cultivated for them that wasn’t a choice, but only a circumstance of birth. the didn’t pick the family they were born in, nor did they pick the siblings they had- or the curse they were given. but he still hated ayame at one point, and he was still rude to him sometimes, wanting to offer kindness when only words filled with hurt and pain fell past his lips.

he had a lot to apologize for.

“your... shop.” yuki whispered softly, licking his lower lip slowly before nodding his head once, and then twice. it seemed like a good idea. he could do that. maybe that was the right step they needed to meet in the middle. “when?”

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from → sam for              ↳ penny — @alifcr

      he knew where to find penny, she was always either under that one tree by the river by willow lane or in the library with jas and vincent. so, it came as no surprise when he set out to find her sitting under the tree of willow lane, burnt sienna ripe in his eye as he spots her silhouette. he finds a sudden excitement rippling in his stomach, a hand comes to run through his blonde strands, adjusting his posture as he puts on his most casual walk past her. only stopping after having passed her a few steps ahead, turning back, acting as if he hadn’t seen her, “oh, penny! what a surprise to see you here.” no, it was not surprise. he knew exactly where she was, and he had set out looking for her. “you’re not too busy are you?” his tone lowering momentarily, feeling his nerves pinching at his chest.

     “h-how’s tutoring the kids? i hope vincent’s not giving you too much of a hard time.” rubbing at his nape, a sheepish smile tugging at his features, just ask her. out her to spend time at the saloon later. “i ah- i really like your shirt!” you coward. 

if penny was honest, she wished she was as bold as the other girls in town. she was always known for being more reserved, more quiet. serious about her work. it wasn’t a fault, but when thinking of abigail, leah and haley, she couldn’t help but feel rather lacking. it didn’t matter. she had to focus on the matter at hand- the book she was reading. it was a romance book, she had found herself falling into her old habits, reading books she used to love as a child and fantasizing, imagining what it would be like to be in the position of the heroine, and having her own knight in shining armour, a prince. it wasn’t as if she hadn’t hand someone in mind. that was the problem. she kept thinking of the same boy, with the pretty bright hair, and prettier smile. it was embarrassing. sometimes, she would find herself become a blushing mess while tutoring her students. unprofessional. 

it was a problem. 

she jumped when she heard the object of her affections speak to her, looking up from her thick book with a soft, shy smile, trying her best to ignore the blush burning on her cheeks, her gaze dropping onto the lace t-shirt she had on, “t-thank you... you look quite nice yourself. really handsome, sammy.” her voice trailed off, trying not to feel too embarrassed- was that slapping it on too thick? 

“it’s going well. he’s really a smart boy. i think he just needs some structure and encouragement, but he’s been improving quite a lot. i’m proud of him”

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from → abigail for          ↳ sebastian — @alifcr​

     spirit’s eve was a lot more exciting this year, than what she had remembered in the previous ones. she was glad that sebastian had volunteered some of his time out of his busy schedule to spend some of it with her. she was already several minutes late by the time she made it out of the door, decked out in a full vampire costume, fangs and all. she spots him by the skeleton cage, sneaking up behind her unsuspecting victim as hands come to cup his eyes, she lowers her tone, “guess who.” before letting out a laugh, retrieving her hands. her gaze averts to the cage before them, “woah! i wonder how the wizard manages to pull that off.” theres a twinkle in her gaze as it trails along the skeleton’s movements.

     “i hope sam’s not going to be too angry.” another chuckle, this time more tamed than the last. sam had always wanted to spend his time with sebastian, being best friends and all and so, she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty at the thought of separating the two of them like that. 

spirit’s eve was one of those holidays that fit sebastian’s style quite well. he had gotten a lot of slack for being too into his dark, gothy colours, but who cares. he liked this style, he wasn’t going to change himself even if people didn’t approve and they had thought of him as too edgy. he’d be as edgy as he wanted if he could. maybe he hadn’t prepared as much as he would have liked to for the event. abigail had asked if he wanted to spend it with her, and without any thought, he agreed, quick and ready, a slight embarrassed smile on his lips. she wanted to go as a vampire, he had decided to go as frankenstein. two peas in a pod, nearly. two classic horror stories. he tried not to think of what it meant to be spending it with abigail instead of sam, he remembered clearly his wide eyes, and the look of utter betrayal, but the blond male was always rather dramatic.

sebastian let out a soft snort when he heard the female approach him, but played along, his smile slight, but genuine when he turned to face her. “abigail. i don’t think so. we just spend a lot of time together, but i think he has his own date with him, too.”

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from → retsu unohana for                      ↳ toshiro hitsugaya — @alifcr​​​

    “please be careful, captain hitsugaya.” she speaks with mild concern, she knows that he’s completely capable but one can never be too certain nor too comfortable with their opponent. the easement that cascades over the darkly lit road in karakura town, brightens up what little she’s able to make out. she senses a strong presence aside from the young captain, the reishi that omits from their opponent is a dangerous one. “keep your guard up, captain hitsugaya.” after all, this was not her fight to fight. she was commanded to be medical support for those on the front lines, she refuses to draw her blade unless absolutely necessary. the other captains are more than enough to annihilate whatever foe that decided to cross their paths. 

     she stands by the sidelines, gazing up at the fight above. it appears aizen has finally decided to make an appearance, although not yet… she could sense it ever so slightly in the zephyr of the dimly lit night. her gaze trails the battle, captain hitsugaya was dealing with one of the stronger enemies she could sense within their perimeter. the strongest, perhaps. a new kind of hollow that aizen has been experimenting on? her reverie suddenly flooding with the narrative of such an insatiable evil, an exhale leaving her. 

hitsugaya let out a soft grunt when he blocked a strong attack, raising his sword by the hilt, his fingers gripping it tightly, not wanting to lose his stance as he skidded against the floor. he made a sound of agreement, focusing on his spiritual energy to build his riatsu. if he wanted to stand a chance, he needed more power. more energy. he could feel hyorinmaru purr in the recesses of his mind, calling out to him, asking him to use his power. not yet. not yet. he needed to gauge his opponent and make sure no one stepped close to unohana or her squadron. she was always important during their missions and fights. he needed to be careful and not let anyone step close to them if he wanted them to stand a chance. “please look after me. if i bleed, i ask of you to heal me. in return, i’ll try to make this quick.”

toshiro offered the older female a slight smile before cumulating his spiritual energy in the soles of his feet, using hoho to run closer to the hollow that was attacking them. this time, he made sure they were far enough to not have to worry about any environmental damage, at least he knew that no one else would get in their way- and he grabbed his sword once more, calling for his zanpakuto softly, feeling ice grow on his skin, encasing him, and yes, it felt like home. time to take the fallen spirit down. no one else will hurt today. 

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​»»—𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑  ✕ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐀—«« ( 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔 ) ✕ @alifcr

a famished soul, deprived from meaningful connections. its intricacy, a foreign concept that seldom sinks into the cobalt hues of the former squad three captain. his betrayal and loyalty albeit faux, traded to aizen, leaving the seireitei behind and abandoning all what little intricacy he had left in his bleeding soul. crescents forming over his features as squinted hues settle on the captain before him. his head tilting to the side, corners pulling to a sneer, “why if it isn’t captain hitsugaya. it’s been a while, hasn’t it… captain?” 

aizen has instructed him and a few fellow espadas to explore the confines of karakura town, to bring back orihime inoue, it came as a surprise when he found himself faced with the captain before him. amusement settled on his corners, “news travels fast, doesn’t it?” taking a step forward, crescents still pasted across his pale complexion, “i’d advise you to move aside, captain hitsugaya. i’m in a bit of a rush, there’s someone i’m interested in looking for.” words leaving him, gentle though betraying the poison that leaks from his snake like tongue.

“now, if you don’t mind, move aside.” 

hitsugaya was one of the captains quick to accept the mission that was protecting karakura town along with its inhabitants. that included substitute soul reaper ichigo and his friends. what about it? toshiro did have quite a lot of respect for the teen who came storming in sereitei to save his friend, kuchiki-san. in many ways, he was what the young captain strived to be, but he wouldn’t admit it. it would stroke the strawberry top’s ego too much. and hitsugaya did not want to see that smirk being sent his way. it sent shudders to his spine. 

he had an other reason for accepting the mission though. something darker. he wanted to hurt the one who hurted his friend. toshiro could recalls vividly the expression on rangiku’s face when she told him about gin betrayal, the tears in her eyes- toshiro was livid. no one hurted what was his, what he swore to protect. she was in his squadron, his second in command, and no one hurt those who were dear to him. he wanted to make gin bleed for the damage he had caused. he hated the man in front of him. 

“i’m not letting you go anywhere. if you want to move forward, you must face me.”

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with the sudden zanpakuto revolting, he felt a sudden insatiable desire to overthrow the master that yielded him. the haze that clogs at the reverie of his frontal lobe, temples pounding as a pulse shatters the vision before him and he’s broken free. liberty at last, the words whisper soundly throughout his reverie, eyes shut for a moment before flickering open to the vast expanse before him. such autonomy, such freedom, such liberation. 

he has been told to track down his former master, if he is able to overpower the yielder, he will truly be set free. the elation bubbling at his core, blossoming into a full vision of picturesque prowess burning at the ashes, resurrecting the the flame of ambition. 

across the stoney ruins of the soul society, he spots a soul reaper, one he can only assume was a part of the fight to regain what little control they had over their blades. his eyes downcast, pitying the soul reaper before him. “state your name, soul reaper.”

toshiro felt completely naked and bare without his zanpakuto spirit. he felt lost. a feeling akin to when he had lost momo, and couldn’t find her. it had left him feeling bereft and empty. it was similar to what he was feeling now. he had gotten used to having his zanpakuto with him. it was a constant, a presence he could feel and reach out to, and he knew that his companion was always beside him, ready to offer him his help and guidance. 

he had hoped he would be able to get his friend back without violence. if toshiro was honest, he hadn’t ever fathomed the possibility of having to fight his sword spirit. could he even win such a fight? would hyorinmaru be happier without him weighing him down? there were so many questions, and the captain hadn’t had the answers for any of them. 

“toshiro hitsugaya.” he stated simply at the question, hesitating as he reached out for his sword, voice quieting, “you were my friend and partner.”

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»»—𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑  ✕ 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐇𝐌𝐀—«« ( 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 ) ✕ @alifcr​​

the school festival was in the works, the student council and committee were all working in unison to craft the perfect event for the student body. something about the rice ball stand catches her attention, smoky hues glance over into the direction of the prince’s classroom, she peers inside, a nervous hand grappling onto the door frame as she manages to catch a glimpse of the charming prince yuki. she lets her gaze rest upon him for a moment before backing away to straighten up her uniform. 

she allows a finger to raise, streamlining the stray strands of darkened hair that lay hazily before her vision. she clears her throat as she enters his classroom, finally. “u-uhm… excuse me prince yuki? i believe the student council is looking for you, if you’d like to accompany me back to the meeting room?” she could feel her voice trembling, the tips of her ears peering red through her azure strands, long as they graze her lower back. “we can’t discuss much without you, prince yuki.” her cheeks glowing a slight salmon tint.

yuki never truly understood why he had a fan club. if he was honest, it was a tad bit embarrassing. he took it in stride though, and he knew kindness propagated kindness. so- he would never be mean to people who looked up to him and idolized him even if he didn’t like the attention that was given to him. it came to no surprise that wherever he went, his fan club would follow him around. it was fine. it was a bit ironic that the people who liked him the most were the people yuki wished stopped looking at him. 

it was fine. it was always fine. 

the teen looked up from the rice ball he was eating, it was soft and chewy, and call him boring, but rice was always delicious. yuki wasn’t a picky eater, not like kyo, or the other members of the sohma family, so he could enjoy the simplicity of plain rice and seaweed. he highly doubted that the council wanted to talk to him, but it wasn’t as if he could out right reject her. he was a coward, hiding his meanness behind fake kindness, always so selfish. 

“all right. lead me the way, matoko-san.”