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niimatsv:

Karamatsu’s routine changed up a bit ever since Furuya had left. It was a rather lonely and long year but he missed him dearly. A charm was all he had to remind him of his love. Calls weren’t enough for him and he longed for his warm embrace. Every morning and before bed, he would hold the charm close and silently pray for Furuya’s success. Silently pray for his safe and successful return. After all, its what he could only do from the sidelines. From being so far. Support and pray for everything.

Every night and day, he thinks of him and misses him. While the other worked hard, Karamatsu did as well. He wanted to have a bright and good future with him. Wanted to be the perfect lover that he is to him.

Today was a normal day for him. He prayed to his charm and kept it with him. He cleaned up and made meals for his brothers who were off to work. He kept himself busy at the house as he didn’t have work today. He wanted to go out for a bit, maybe Ichimatsu’s friend was around. Perhaps they could go out for a walk, shop together. Who knows. So he got dressed up and ready.

He heard a knock on the door. He blinked, looking at the time. None of his brothers should be home so early. Perhaps one of them forgotten something? It could be Osomatsu. Typical. ❝Just a minute!❞ Though if it was Osomatsu, why knock? He had the keys. They all did. He finished up putting on his mascara and puts on his leather jacket. He walks over to the door ❝Osomatsu, you have keys. Don’t tell me you forgot the ke–…❞ As he opens the door, he expected Osomatsu. But no, instead, he saw someone whom he hasn’t seen in years. Someone who was gone for so long that he wished for their warm embrace.

❝..Sa..toru..?❞ This isn’t a dream right? He pinched himself to check and he felt the pain. He reaches out, his hands on the other’s chest, feeling him and then up to his neck and sides of his face. ❝Y-You’re real.. th-this isn’t a dream..❞ His eyes starts to water ❝You’re.. home..❞ He couldn’t hold it back, no, not when he waited so long for his return.

Karamatsu hugged the other tight, crying rather loudly too. He was home! His beloved was back and he was so happy!

There he was! Furuya’s expression brightened as he saw the one he was waiting right there, before his eyes. How lucky he was to be received by Karamatsu himself and not one of his brothers! He wanted to go ahead and hug him at once, but the bags in his hands made things a bit awkward.

Ah... karamatsu’s hands were so nice and felt so soft against his face. Furuya merely leaned into them like a dog wanting pets.

Before he could try to put them down, the shorter male had taken matters on his own hands and was now strongly hugging him, voice shaking with what Furuya guessed were tears. His chest felt warm at the familiar voice, the familiar smell, the familiar warmth... even the familiar tears, though he’d rather see him smiling than crying.

“I’m home, Kara...” he whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss against the other’s hair “I missed you...”

Surprise arrival

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Surprise arrival

@niimatsv Furuya is finally back

It had been so long. More than a year already...

He knew this was an important step for his future, and he had loved every moment of it. He loved challenging himself and he loved the feeling of improving as he met both amazing pitchers and strong batters. Baseball had always been his one talent and passion, and he didn’t regretted taking this chance.

However, that didn’t meant he didn’t missed Karamatsu. Not even the constant video-calls were enough to make him less lonely... At the very least he could convince himself that these were all important steps that would lead to them being together in the future...

He wanted to wait till he got the new apartment surprise Karamatsu with it. But as soon as he landed in Akounri, his head turned towards the only wish of meeting with his boyfriend. So much, he ended up forgetting his original plans of setting down and walking straight into the other’s shared apartment, sports bag still on his shoulder and travelling case following behind him.

He wanted to see him. Now.

He knocked the door plenty of times, barely holding his breath. He hoped Karamatsu was here... he missed him.

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Hello, hello, it’s me again. I tried to follow everyone, but do let me know if I missed anyone by accident.

Anyway, I’m bringing my dumb sporty son back from the death. I made up a reason for his 1 year of inactivity by throwing him overseas while keeping all his stuff intact. Which means if anyone is interested in continuing old plots or threads you can hmu.

Of course, you are -as always- welcome to hmu for new plots/threads~

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snake-equals-two:

   Light went still under the handkerchief covered hand, trying to make the blood dripping down his face easier to clean up. So far he’d managed to keep it from spilling all over his pants but he wasn’t about to tempted fate.

     “There’s no ‘maybe’ about it, truthfully.” There was no point in denying it when it was as clear as day… or so he assumed. Most people were able to tell pretty quickly, so he always assumed it was obvious.

   The other person’s hand was warm through the thin cloth of the ‘kerchief, and Light had to repress a shiver at the intimacy of this action - even if it was helpful there was… an undertone.

     “Thank you for your help, stranger.”

Ah, so he really was... maybe because he had never met a blind person before, or because he was just not the brightest boy around -though he was definitely more intelligent than the one that had thrown the ball- Furuya didn’t really found it as obvious as the other seemed to think.

“That must suck” he didn’t meant anything by it, it was just his honest thoughts. Not being able to see or enjoy baseball must be pretty sad after all.

“It’s nothing. It was our fault that you got hit after all. Baka-mura has no control of his pitching and I wasn’t fast enough to catch the ball” he explained. Pressing the handkerchief against the other for a moment, he waited for the blood to stop.

“Actually... I’m sorry. I can invite you to a meal as apology for this...” he suggested. Apologizes that included food are always the best after all.

Didn’t see that coming

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snake-equals-two:

     “It’s not bleeding as much as it could be, and my nose isn’t broken, so I’m fine, overall.” Light muttered around his hand to the stranger, the other laid out on the bench next to his thigh, as a support.

   Presumably, this was the same person who’d called the warning and was probably involved with… with the ball that had clocked the blind man in the face.

   Remembering distinctly that this person - a male by the tone of voice - was holding something out to him, he spoke up once again, this time with a questioning lilt in his voice.

    “I’m afraid I am unable to see what you’re offering me to help with the nosebleed,” he pulled the now sticky-with-blood hand away from his face, revealing a sheepish smile, “so if you could please tell me what you’re offering?”

The man was pretty kind and calm for someone that had just been hit by a crazy ball enough to bleed. And that only made Furuya feel worse about not catching the ball and allowing this to happen.

Furuya’s eyes parted just a little when he realized the man... wasn’t really seeing him. And it wasn’t just because of the shock or the blood in his face, but something more. Fundamental.

“Are you... blind maybe?” he asked with not an ounce of ill intent, his natural bluntness making appearance yet again. “It’s a handkerchief, here”

Since he didn’t knew how to deal with this situation, he did what he thought would be faster.

“Excuse me” with only those words, he reached forward with the handkerchief, tenderly pressing it against the nose of the other, both to clean the blood and try to stop the bleeding.

Didn’t see that coming

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snake-equals-two:

   Light wasn’t really an outdoorsy person and for good reason. The good reason being there were too many unpredictable elements in the great wide open, and while his other senses had become better to make up for his lack of sight, it wasn’t a superpower.

   He wasn’t Daredevil. Which was a good thing, seeing as he wasn’t the law and order type of person.

   Following this line of logic, when someone shouted a warning, his mind didn’t first fly to ‘oh, that’s me they’re warning’ and instead dwelled on ‘I hope no one gets seriously hurt’ seconds before something got him right on the nose.

   Tempted to cuss, Light instead leaned back, eyes watering slightly from pain, both hands pressed to the offended area which spanned from one side of his nose to a bit of cheekbone - which stung.

     “That was unexpected.” Spilled from his lips almost in sync with the blood which trickled down his fingers despite his move to staunch it, while he subtly tipped his head back.

Ah...

Furuya’s steps slowed down considerably as he saw the ball impacting the guy right on the face. Seemed like his warning had come too late. Even so, he would have expected a normal person to have a bit more... survival instinct.

That thought however, came second to his worry about the man, which only seemed to raise up as he noticed the blood dripping from his face. Ah... he had done it. Well, not him. Sawamura. But still.

Rushing once more, he reached the side of the man, heart rushing even though such a run shouldn’t be enough to alter him.

“I’m sorry... are you ok?” he started, the answer to the question obvious even before he asked it. Rushing to check his pocket, he found the handkerchief tucked up inside it, and presented it forward “Please use this for that nosebleed”

Didn’t see that coming

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Didn’t see that coming

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Sawamura’s pitches such were so nasty. They twisted so much it was simply annoying. He could now control it better, but there were times when he would just fluke and the ball would end up far from wherever he wanted to throw it. Today the stupid brown haired was meaning to throw it at Furuya, who had accepted joining his stupid practice, but it was so far-fetched the black haired had to turn around and run to try and catch it.

It was fast too, the damn ball. He wouldn’t manage to reach it like this.

Ah... was it directed toward someone’s face? Bad.

“Hey, mister, watch out!” the highschooler called out as soon as he realized no force in this world would make him reach that ball. he just hoped the person managed to escape it.

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heromanvasco:

Indeed, his dog was full of fluff. She was A+ Fluff material. She made for a great pillow sometimes when you nap right beside her. She will just curl up right next to you and it’s very comforting to hug her close and nuzzle into her fur.

Unless it was a really hot day, then her fur was smothering and she was probably going to suffer from it too. Speaking of that, he should look into a place he can take Hanako to get groomed for whenever the wather gets very warm.

       “Yeah, sure. Ah… well, I guess that depends on schedules.         I don’t know when you are free. I’m sure you’re busy with practice?”

He didn’t know how to schedule for a time Furuya could come around to meet Hanako. He was sure weekdays were probably very busy for the guy, but what about weekends? Would he be able to spare more time then? Perhaps not. He had work, practice, and even a lover to think about.

       “What days are you the least busy?”

Maybe if they can figure out a day they both were relatively free at, they can set up a time for whenever Furuya can meet Hanako.

       “If you come with us on a walk, she’ll give you a present.”

You could tell Vasco was getting excited about this, since he was just bringing up new things to talk about. He truly adored his canine companion. Whenever Furuya had asked whether or not Vasco had even more pictures, he started to look through his phoen for the ‘Hanako’ folder and handed the phone over to him to look through.

       “These are all the pictures I took of her.”

“Oh”

Had he forgotten about practice because of the chances of meeting a dog. Maybe. Probably... it wasn’t that he would actually skip practice for a dog! Possibly. It was just that he was so much into the fluffy little thing he didn’t even considered something like practice would step in his way.

“Mn, well.. I have a... strange schedule” he admitted. He didn’t too too many classes at college, which left a lot of weird empty spaces that he’d use either for practice or to take shifts as his part time job. he could sometimes spare a whole morning or afternoon, very rarely a whole day. However, considering the other was in a career as demanding as architecture he might not be able to fit times with him. Maybe a weekend? Well, technically... “Unless there’s a game, i usually have Saturday morning off. Does that... work?”

Oh boy he sure hoped it would, if not he’d have to exert his memory and try to remember how the rest of his weekend worked.

"Or it could be any day before morning practice... ah... though that might be too early” in fact, he doubted much people was ready to go on walks so early in the morning.

The little distress marked in his eyes seemed to disappear the moment he got to see the folder of pictures Vasco was presenting to him. Receiving the phone with just a bit of nervousness, for he had never been too good with electronics,he started to scan over the different pictures.

“So... cute”

Lunch together

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Kitkat’s thoughts on the muses

copying Neo bc y the fuck not

Izumi: Hate/love relationship. He’s trash but I would smooch him. Almost a year and I still can’t believe I actually chose him to be my first muse over my enstars’ best boy. Has the most interactions and I groan a little when i see how many replies I owe with him. I love playing him so i can’t complain tho.

Furuya: My son, my baby, my stoic and easily misunderstood son. I want to pay more attention to him but I don’t have many ongoing threads. Easily ignored baseball cutie. I can love you for all the ppl that ignore you my son.

Ritsu: url was supposed to be a joke but was too good to let it pass. Boyfriend material. He can bite me any day. Also easiest and probably most entertaining muse to write for me. Needs more friends. I regret everyday not being able to rp IzuRitsu tho orz

Shironuma: you cannot be 16 with that face hun. Would marry. I heard shironuma is ripped. That he has an eight-pack A hard chara for me to write bc not even i know what he’s thinking half of the time. Needs more threads but he’s hard to get along with so #rip

Mika: SON?? Child? Actual sunshine? What did humanity do to deserve you? A lovable boy. All threads with him are good threads. He loves everyone and, even though I cry a little when mean muses are mean to him, he doesn’t mind. He just wants everyone to be happy. I want to hug him forever.

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magicgeekponsol:

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Any who chose to call Ponsol a monster, much more… to his face, would soon learn that his poker face was something akin to a safety mechanism. Any who dared to ruffle the feathers of the Geripeta soon learned that he was a force to be reckoned with and you’d only hope that his elder brother was nearby if you had any hopes of stopping him. If you want a monster, he’ll show you one. How dare you refer him to the likes of being a monster? Have you not MET his brother?

      Check yourself. Alas, he digresses.

      Ponsol only regarded people in a select few categories: Useful, useless, beautiful, ugly, and Shugarl. Yes. His brother was a category all on his own. Anything and anyone relating to his elder brother were included in the ‘Shugarl’ category. As long as you weren’t placed in the 'useless’ or 'ugly’ category, you had high chance of being spared from his snarky remarks.

      Being questioned about the method of exchanging contact information, Ponsol’s smile grew slightly wider, quite pleased. It was obvious enough to see that Furuya was a sportsman, therefore, was likely on a sports teamed. Perhaps he was even lettered. If so… it would do him well to make him a connection. Pulling out his cellphone, he tapped away at it before he handed the phone over to the baseballer.

                      ❝Numbers will work fine. If you wish to, you can add an email.                         I don’t mind texts, calls, or emails so whichever method that                         works the best for you is the one I’ll use to contact you with.❞

      How wonderful, already he’d made a possibly beneficial contact, even if the benefits extended only to getting him tours of possible eateries nearby.

Any person to witness the wild strength of his pitching would have affirmed it was only a matter of time for him to be scouted for a professional team. It was the kind of wild power that could give you chills even if you knew nothing about baseball; the kind of bewitching power that drew fans to the grounds. In a few years he might be a big shot for the major leagues in the States or in the pro ones in Japan. Plus, considering his grandfather was a legend in the world of baseball, Furuya might already be a good connection to have. Nor that he was aware of any of this himself.

A little hum to acknowledge the words he had been told, he received the other’s phone with a mild bow, handling it with utmost care in an almost awkward manner.

First the number. he dialed it and double checked. Even triple checked, before adding the e-mail and saving it down with his full name. Furuya Satoru. Then he returned it to its rightful owner with yet another respectful bow.

“Messages, are probably better. I can’t really check my phone during practice... or class.” he commented. He wasn’t too used to electronics, and stuff that required stuff like connecting to internet were slightly challenging for him. “I'll be waiting for your message then”

What an exciting day this was, for he was able to make future plans to eat food with a new friend.

Lost Mr.Elite

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Impossible... he couldn’t stand this. The heat clawing at his stomach he gasped for air, an almost pitiful sounding moan escaping his lips as he felt the other rolling his hips against him.

Warm fingers against his cheek and praise words to his efforts, he felt the desire increasing at the same time he felt the need to control himself. He wanted to be praised even more after all.

“Un... daddy” he chocked the guttural moan on the back of his throat and breathed deeply. “I’ll be good... so... please... faster”

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itaimatsv:

The second Matsuno grinned upon hearing the other’s words, agreeing to help out.

❝Good boy~❞

This was too much, from the lewd expression on his boyfriends face to just... everything. He felt intimidated, terribly so. Unable to even move one inch as he other just undid his pants and rubbed his body against him. Blue eyes looking with concealed desire and slight nervousness, he just clawed to the bed as Karamatsu moved around.

The feeling of the warm, wet and sticky drool falling over his tip and just sliding down made him shiver. Throwing his head back a little a deep sigh escaped his lips. A switch had been pressed in karamatsu and he didn’t knew what to do about it.

As soon as he felt the other slamming himself down, he had to lift his hand to cover his mouth, a low groan rolling through his clenched teeth. Karamatsu started to move then, just up and down... and Furuya could do nothing but choke on his moaning and throw his head back.

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heromanvasco:

He nodded his head and pulled out his phone, checking to see whether or not he actually had a photo in his phone that he saved. There it is! He turned his phone to show Furuya his pet dog with all of her fluffy goodness.

      “She’s a pretty dog, right? Very friendly and a bit… spoiled.”

Can you blame him? Look at how cute and fluffy she is! How could you not spoil her? Much more, she lived most of her life in solitude anyways because of her blindness so he wanted to spoil her to make up for it.

      “Me? Haha, thanks for that. Want to meet her one day?        Hanako loves to meet new people. She’ll give you a pinecone.”

Every time she met someone new, as a part of her initiation, she looked for the perfect ‘treasure’ to gift them with. Sometimes the gifts were acorns, pinecones, or even rocks. After you’ve received a gift from her, you were officially a friend. Anyone who went on a walk with her was going to be gifted a pinecone as thanks for joining her on the walk.

      “Though blind, she doesn’t let that stop her from playing fetch.”

With his makeshift toy with bells inside of it with a string attached at the end, you simply had to toss the toy and tug on the string gently to have her search for the jingling sound. It was a race between her finding the toy and you retrieving it.

      “Ah… I see. Well that’s good that you healed properly at least.        I hope you don’t get hurt again. Take good care of yourself.”

Furuya’s eyes widened in more than evident interest, whole body leaning forward to the phone to get a good sight of the fluffy dog. So pretty, so nice. And it was friendly? He wanted to run his hands through her fur so badly right now!

“So much fluff” he muttered, hand moving forward by reflex before going down on his lap. He still observed the picture for a bit longer before the words completely got to him.

Was that a dog tail waggling behind him? You bet. Blue eyes moving up from the screen and to the other’s face.

“Can I?” he had always dreamed to have a dog, but since he live alone with his grandpa it’d be more difficult than not. Gladly, an opportunity was showing itself right now to enjoy the playing with a pet ideal situation. “I’ll meet her. Just tell me when.”

A bit too direct? Perhaps, but that was his usual self. And the excitement to being able to play fetch with such a lovely dog was now blinding him from anything else.

At this point, Furuya would very much prefer continuing the talk about Hanako than about his own injury. It still haunted him... the thought that because of it his dreams would crash against the ground. So he just nodded once, absentmindedly before adding.

“Do you have more pictures.... of Hanako?”

Lunch together

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Furuya might be a polar opposite to the man. Even though he was more than polite to those he wasn’t really acquainted with, the unchanging poker face he sported and the blunt nature of some of his asseverations made the first impressions of many rather poor. He had been called a jerk behind his back and a monster right to his face enough times for it to be engraved in the image he held of himself.

There might also be some connection between this spiteful words and the envy of his pairs for the talent he held. He was seen as a cold and arrogant genius, all of his efforts and pains being erased from the almost legendary story some of them told. He could be the unbeatable prince just the same he could be the tyranic monster in the ground. If he were to care for the rumours about him, there’ll never be a time of rest for him. So he didn’t. And that also added to the idea that he was arrogant and heartless. An infinite loop no one cared to break.

Because of that, and many other things, it wasn’t everyday that <Furuya found someone he felt affinity with. Or that he could get along as fast and easy. He was also, bad enough with reading people to completely ignore whatever thoughts or lies could hide beneath that smile. For him, he already had a friend.

“Mn” he nodded, more happy than his expression -or lack of it- could have told you “I’d love to. Would you mind to exchange numbers or e-mails?” It was better if they could plan things with time, after all.

Lost Mr.Elite

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The person he randomly called out to, happened to be a cute looking boy. Hair in an unusual tone of light blue, cheeks red by the effort of a run and voice a little too high to sound like a boy. It’s like looking at a tiny and adorable bunny. And it reminds him of his old friend from Seidou. Maybe this boy also had some sort of demon switch when engaging in some sport? For the look of exhaustion in his face that might be nothing more than wishful thinking from the pitcher.

The trail of his thoughts had strayed from the matter at hand, but the boy was kind enough to bring him back to the right track. It was already enough that he knew where the place was...

Oh. He works there.

A lucky strike, one could say. Furuya nodded as proof of his acknowledgment.

“It’s fine” he said with a strong nod. He was used to run all day long, a little jog would do no harm. In fact, the lack of physical activity was making him feel stiff already. Taking the jacket off and tying it around his waist he got ready to take a run “Lead the way, please” 

Lost child

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  "Darling~! Are you free on Tuesday?"

“Be sure to keep that day free then! I have a surprise for you, my darling! I’ll text you the details later on, okay~?”

Furuya leaned his head to the side, even more curious than before.

“Ok, I will Kara” he finally said. What surprise could that be?

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"Darling~! Are you free on Tuesday?"

Tuesday... tuesday. Was something happening on Tuesday? He didn’t had practice, and he was excuse from his part-time at Arcane... Did he had class? He didn’t thought so.

“I am, why?” he asked with tender curiosity.