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BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | Wherever | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | NoConfess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No | Maybe a white lie once in a while Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

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ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.

“W-What? With Asano-kun?”

Affectionate; Holding hands (if that’s alright with you!) | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts (ahh- good morning, asano-kun! i hope you slept well.) | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection | HE DOES NOT DARE TO DO ANYMORE OF THESE

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike (exercising is always good) | Coffee (at the cafe i work at, please, i get free drinks there) | Museum (only if it is free) | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | NO! Confess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | Never Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No | I can’t picture having sex with Asano-kun-

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@hirxto

Close-range combat practice time. 

They were about half way into the period and it was becoming quite clear that Maehara’s mind wasn’t entirely on the task. 

“What’s wrong?” Yuuma finally asked after once again managing to tap the toy knife against his friend’s neck. “You’ve been distracted all day now.” Perhaps Maehara just suffered another rejection and was having difficulty recovering. 

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Having overexerted himself, Yuuma did not realize in the least that instead of a pillow, he’d been resting against his childhood friend’s lap. Even the fingers in his hair did not cause him to awaken and was instead, stitched into his dream as the gentle caress of the wind.

It felt...Nice.

Unconsciously nuzzling closer, Yuuma’s lips parted with silent words carried over from the dream. It was difficult to make out what he was saying from the shape his lips formed alone, so thankfully for anyone that happened to be paying attention, sound soon followed.

“Maehara...” The dark haired teen whispered. “Listen.” He mumbled in his sleep. A hand slowly stretched up, reaching out from underneath the blanket to grasp at his friend’s shirt.

“100 yen mackerel...” Ah, so it would seem Yuuma was dreaming about seeing a blow out sale sign and was preparing himself for battle. He shall need to be faster than all of those housewives hovering nearby if he wanted to take home the good stuff. “Hold...My bag.”

Well, whether or not they were made by Isogai, they were pretty good. In fact, he didn’t even speak up again until nearly all of the mochi was gone– he didn’t even notice how much he’d eaten until he glanced back down at the plate. Yeesh, he wanted to kick himself for being such a glutton, but decided against it. Instead, he decided to just put the plate down onto a cushion, then focus on what Isogai was doing. 

His brow quirked in curiosity as Isogai suddenly stood up, then began to smack the television repeatedly. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen him do that, but it never failed to baffle how it worked every time. It was probably best not to question it, really. Instead, he just moved over just enough to allow Isogai some room to sit back down.

“… Hm? Isogai?” he mumbled as he suddenly saw Isogai lean over and lay his head upon his lap. Maehara just looked down at him, a light pink dusted along his cheeks… Somehow, Isogai looked adorable when he was sleeping. He knew that he must have been exhausted from a long day at work, so seeing him so peaceful was kind of relieving. 

A soft smile appeared on his lips as he ran his fingers through his friend’s hair, and he made sure he didn’t move, lest he wanted to wake Isogai up. Hopefully, Isogai wouldn’t hear what he said next.

“You know… You’re pretty cute when you’re asleep.”  

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I'll help feed the puppies if you let me live with you.

“Sure, you can come and live with us.” The chairman would never suspect that his son would run away to reside with the lowly Class 3-E students. As long as Asano-kun was willing to do some chores and eat some questionable goldfish dinners, there was no reason why he couldn’t stay. 

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Valentine’s Day Headcanon:

Since Isogai is too much of a impoverished loser to purchase White’s Day presents for every girl that gives him chocolate, he usually have to settle for a hand made gift. It’s different every year, but an example of what he might give would be bookmarks made out of dried leaves and flowers. Isogai would make each bookmark with care and decorate it to suit individual girl’s taste. No one complained about receiving these handmade gifts. 

What a man!

Side note: The leaves he’d collect from trees in the forest. The flowers he’d get from his neighbor’s garden - she’s a nice lady who was very generous when it comes to her flowers. Occasionally, he could get some flowers from local florists if they are no longer in perfect condition. Even wilting flowers can become beautiful again made into bookmarks, after all. 

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Finishing up the rest of his shopping list really didn’t need half an hour. Yuuma asked for the extra time to think about his next move. It really depended on who sent this guy and what he wanted. A part of him wanted to engage in conversation and find out first, but that might not be the wisest choice to make. 

Hm.

At the very least, Yuuma knew this man wasn’t sent because of that unpleasant drug dealer he dispatched two days ago. Not to be rude, but that peddler was a bit of a loser and didn’t look like he could afford a top tiered assassin - nor did he have friends close enough to want to get revenge for him. 

“Amusement park?” Yuuma echoed with a surprised smile. He didn’t mind the other drifting closer, because they were in a crowded area. Top tiered assassin like the one standing opposite him wouldn’t make the mistake of attacking in a place like this and ruin their reputation. “You have terrible taste in dating places, Areli-san. Ordinary people would choose something like a coffee shop or restaurant, so they could get to know the other person better.” 

Perhaps Karasuma-sensei sent him. Guess even after all these years, his teacher still haven’t given up on taking him home. Yuuma would have been touched by Karasuma’s determination, but the idea of anyone trying to drag him back to face his siblings after everything that had happened made him feel sick. So far he’d merely dodged all the people and their efforts of finding him. He didn’t want to kill them, especially if they might be Karasuma’s friends but irritation was beginning to gather in his chest. Maybe Karasuma-sensei will stop sending people if they started dying - a sign of Yuuma’s resolve and his decision to stay away from home. 

Yuuma sighed, dropping a pack of butterfly shaped stickers into his shopping basket. He should have decided to start killing the people Karasuma sent last month - the girl that came by had gentle eyes and sympathies in her heart that could be exploited. She would have been far easier to kill. Areli-san here might be too far out of his league. 

He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to try. Maybe he’d get lucky. “But sure, we can go. I’ve never been to an amusement park, it’ll be a new experience!” 

「 ✞ 」 There were probably better things Eli could have chosen, more interesting jobs to get done, and yet there he was on the request of a certain government agent. He hoped Karasuma knew that he wasn’t a therapist, nor was he interested in the plight of youth; however, he’d just smiled, said, “Anything for my old pal,” and accepted the job (and payment). To be fair, the job wasn’t to fix whatever was bothering the kid, but rather to find him.

What, though, was the point? Someone obviously already knew where he was, and Eli had taken the liberty of finding him through the photos the kid’s best friend sent him rather than his usual guesswork. It worked either way. Maybe he should have been more careful tailing the other–granted, it’d been a decision to be so careless–but really, what was the kid supposed to do? Put in a good faith effort to try and kill him?

If nothing else, he could tell Karasuma to train his students better.

Eli shrugged at the question. It didn’t really matter considering that he’d technically already completed the job, and mentioning such a thing could just prompt him to run. With any luck, the interaction wouldn’t be as dull as such jobs usually ended up being. He was not hopeful. But he still waited. “Sure thing, kid.”

A half hour to kill, then? Nothing at the store particularly interested him, so he’d end up just continuing to haphazardly tail the other. Normal people would be more concerned about someone using the chance to slip away, no matter how confidant they were in their skills. Eli, on the other hand, thought those people were idiots. If they were really as good as they thought, their target wouldn’t get away. Okay, maybe that was harsh, but the informant rarely met anyone who actually challenged him.

Part of him wanted to look at stickers because the store probably had those silly puffy ones with ramen noodles on them. Well, if Isogai walked down such an aisle, he’d have no choice but to follow, right? At the very least, it gave him an excuse to at least look. He might get called childish any other way.

Oh hey, he had an idea. He stepped closer to his target to close the distance, raising a hand as though to assure that he wasn’t going to attack. “Hey kid, wanna go to an amusement park? Once you’re done, ‘course.”

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Oh, so she did know about their teacher. Interesting, Yuuma had thought Korosensei was a secret not shared with many. Perhaps this girl was an exception because she too, was employed by the government for the purpose of assassination?

“My name is Isogai Yuuma,” he smiled. “Why don’t you come in?” 

Waving Elise over to the stack of hand copied text books, Isogai decided to satisfy his own curiosity. “So how did you come to know Korosensei?” 

“T-Thanks…” She still stood awkwardly on the spot, as of she wasn’t allowed to move or speak without the boy’s say so. Still she knew not to just stand there.

“Yeah…Korosensei is amazing huh?” Even though she knew his human form more, his octopus form was still a sight to behold.

“So…Erm…What’s your name? I’m Elise.”

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Repost. Don’t Reblog.

bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched

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He had dreams before. A stable job with above average earning, enough for him to support his family and have some left over to please his future lady. Seeing his siblings grow up and go to school, watch them go through life with even more happiness than he did. Those were simple wishes and there weren’t any reasons for them to not come true. 

Except sometimes, the world had plans for people that cannot be predicted. Yuuma took one wrong step and from there on, his dreams slowly shattered. Now, even when his eyes shut in sleep, nothing but oblivion greeted him. No strange images, no past memories, just endless darkness that would only end at the arrival of the morning sun. 

Sometimes he missed his siblings desperately. The longing to see their familiar little faces always manage to break the heart he still somehow had. He almost crack each time, but then he remembered the blood on his hands. At least Maehara was taking good care of them, like he predicted that he would. Fooling around aside, his former best friend could be counted on when it came to matters like this. 

As for Yuuma, he was doing well too, he supposed. He might not be the fastest or strongest assassin out there, but at the very least, he had Bitch-sensei’s skills down. Smiles, you see, could be used as currency, and it was impressive what it could buy. Information, wealth, protection, power and when needed, the charming curve of an assassin’s lips could be a deadly blade. 

Onto something more pleasant - today was his day off. He was browsing the craft store for materials to do some scrap booking. A new batch of pictures of his siblings arrived and Yuuma wanted to make sure they are preserved nicely. The guy who was standing about half a lane down had been on his tail for a while now. From the brief eye contact they had, Yuuma determined that his pursuer had a purpose in mind. Not one of the normal purposes either. 

It wasn’t unusual for an assassin to get other assassins on his back, but couldn’t it wait? He was in the middle of important shopping. “Can we do this in half an hour?” Yuuma smiled pleasantly, pointing at the half-completed shopping list in his hand.  

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no, you misheard. i didn’t say anything. 

did isogai just call me what i thought he called me

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@cicatrixteacher

“Don’t hit my boyfriend again - I mean, my best friend.” Because Maehara was his best friend. Right. Simple mistake of words, let’s not dwell on them.

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I don’t know if this has ever been said, but.

JUST LOOK AT HIM. DOESN’T IT LOOK LIKE HE’S FEEDING MAEHARA IF THIS WHOLE VISION IS FROM MAEHARA’S PERSPECTIVE???? 

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Yes, even Isogai, Koro-sensei. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯