#Angie: *dreaming about their long eyelashes* I can live with that

[strawberri-draws]

girls night = Angie and her emotional support lesbians

[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 70

~*~Emma~*~

Sebastian was right. I did like hearing him moan too much. Such a deep, breathy, needy sound. I’m not sure he realized he was making the same sounds as I played guitar. Not as frequent, but still. Seemed only right I should finish what I started. Plus, he’d had a rough day.

I’d gone back to the proposal thing partly to let him off the hook, but more because I didn’t want that to happen. On our second anniversary, I was terrified Jimmy was going to ask me to marry him. My girlfriends had convinced me it was coming. Two years is the time, they said. Thank fuck they were wrong. I didn’t have a problem talking about it and Sebastian had seemed to handle it fine, but I knew the possibility of freaking out was there. Still was. A blow job and a lazy fuck would get his mind in a different place.

After our romp in the guest room, Sebastian pulled me into my bedroom and pushed me on the bed. His smile was lethal as he came for me, kissing from side to side up my body, before laying his very naked body on mine and taking over my mouth. A very long and thorough kiss later he kissed my nose, “Let’s start over at the beginning.”

Over at the beginning meant an extended period of making out, foreplay, him going down on me until I came (twice), and then some very un-lazy intercourse. All followed by collapsing in a sweaty heap. Good times.

Sebastian scooted closer and pushed me to my side where he could wrap around me. A couple of well-placed kisses on the back of my neck had me smiling and making satisfied sounds. I held onto the arms around me and turned my head enough to see him. “I love you.”

“I know you do.” He kissed me as softly as we were speaking. “I love you.”

I smiled, “I know you do.”

“What do you want to do Monday? We should do something.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about. I put my hand on his face and squirmed to turn where we were facing. “We should go on a date. A first date.” A first date to commemorate a month since our first date.

He smiled, “A movie.”

“Something scary so I can hide my face against your chest.” We both laughed, “Gelato after, that place we passed a couple of weeks ago.”

“Pizza before.”

“Sounds perfect.” We kissed and stayed close, breathing and being quiet.

Sebastian took a deep breath and fought a yawn, “Sorry.”

“Please.” We rearranged again and I laid my head on his shoulder, his fingers trailing along my side. “If you want to go for a run or anything before I get up there’s an extra set of keys in the entry table.” This was completely prepping for if our talk resulted in an overnight panic attack. “Wake me up if you want.”

His fingers never stopped moving, “What’s your alarm code?”

“Same as my car code.” I tilted my face up to see him. His blue eyes were drowning me. The soft look, the slight smile. I reached to play in his beard. His smile grew and mine matched it, “Whatever you need, Bastian.”

He shook his head slightly, “Just you.”

I woke up before Sebastian. I propped my head on my hand to watch him sleep. He was on his back with one arm stretched to the side and one on his stomach. The sheet covered midway up his chest. He'd gotten a little sun at his mom's yesterday on his chest and shoulders. I was excited about our beach vacation. Lay on the beach, lay by the pool, play in the pool, play in the ocean, maybe dinner on a yacht at sunset.His face showed no sign of tension and worry. I think what I’m seeing is peaceful relaxation. His cheeks were relaxed, his lips barely parted, and his eyes were twitching behind his eyelids. He was in REM sleep. Dreaming. Lying like this he looked beautiful. I wanted to run my fingers over the indentation of muscles. I wanted to put my lips to his eyelashes to feel their twitch against my lips. Run my fingertips over his shaven cheek, stroke through his beard, run a finger over his pink lips. And when he started to wake I wanted to kiss him. I wanted his first memory of the day, even before he opened his eyes, to be me kissing him.

I didn’t touch. Just watched. The eye movements increased and his face started twitching. Definitely dreaming. A few minutes later I felt like the dream wasn't a pleasant one. I carefully laid my palm on the smooth part of his cheek, barely touching skin, letting my fingertips touch the twitches. As they settled, I applied more pressure, his beard against my palm, using my thumb to caress bare skin on the line of his beard, the contrast felt good against my thumb. Whatever the dream, my touch had calmed it. Sebastian's eyes fluttered enough for me to see the blue. I moved where he could see my eyes too.

His lids lifted for a second and he licked his lips. I crept closer and pressed my awake lips to his sleeping ones. "Good morning, my love."

"Morning." Sebastian closed his eyes again and smiled. "Do that again."

I moved over him, pausing long enough for the arm on his stomach to move around me, before pressing my naked chest to his naked chest. I kissed to the right of his lips, "Good," kiss to the left, "morning," and a solid kiss to his lips, "my love."

I felt the slightest touch of his tongue, "Love waking up with you."

His fingers trailing down my spine made me shiver, "It is nice." My accent came out strong.

Sebastian laughed, "My southern belle." He put his hand on my face. "I love when it sneaks out."

"Just ask and I can conjure up a lovely accent for a weekend or so. If that would make you happy." I laid it on thick.

Sebastian squirmed happily, "Very dangerous."

"Why?" Holding on to the accent.

He shrugged, "I love southern accents. All that time shooting in Atlanta and Savannah was pleasantly painful."

"Did you get in trouble?"

"I tried. Wasn't greatly successful."

“I imagine my southern sisters were uncertain what to do with you. You're very pretty. They'd play with you, but how’s your game?"

He chuckled, "Hit or miss."

"We'll have to go south and see if you can pick me up."

"I like either of those ideas." He kissed me long, "We need to make a list."

"We can do it on the train."

I kissed him again, "Do you want breakfast before we get the train?" We didn't have a solid plan.

Sebastian shook his head, "Not super hungry right now. Just get some coffee and yogurt. You hungry?"

"Not really. Angie and I are going shopping then grabbing lunch." Sebastian had said he needed to work and I hadn't had a day with my best friend in a long time. "I'm guessing doors are at seven. It's at Bowery Ballroom, did I say that?"

"Nope. I was just going to follow you. We can walk."

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly, "Not with the heels I'm wearing tonight."

Sebastian pursed his lips, "That sounds fun."

We showered and I left my hair in a towel until we were ready to go. I was stressing myself with what to pack until I remembered today was shopping. My plan was the black dress I didn't wear to dinner last time, but that could change today. Now, I was really excited.

Thankfully early morning Saturday on the metro north train wasn't busy. My guitar wasn't rush hour friendly. We tucked ourselves at the end with our backs to the rest of the car. Sebastian had easily put our stuff in the overhead bin and I found his lack of struggle sexy as hell. When he sat down, I wrapped around his bicep, "You are so hot."

He cocked his head, looking at me with a smirk, "What did I do? Mostly so I can do it again."

I kissed him chastely, "You put our bags up like they weighed nothing. The way your shirt crept up to show off your stomach. Mmmm."

"Keep being so easily impressed."

"You got it, baby." Thinking of luggage had a question pop up. "Does your building have parking?"

"Yes. My apartment has a spot. Can't remember where." He looked over, "We could have driven."

"Windows open, music turned up, singing loud."

"I'll have to find where it is. Mini road trip would be fun."

"Lots of crazy conversations on a road trip."

"And you peeing on the side of the road."

I glared at him, "You can't forget that for me?"

He shrugged, "Sounds like too much fun. We should take off and drive somewhere. Maine in the fall. Montreal, Toronto. Go to LA and drive up to Seattle."

I pulled out my phone, "We need to make that list" I went into my notes program, opened a new notebook titled “Sebastian”, and started a to do list.

Sebastian looked over my shoulder, "First was blindfolding and tying me to the bed. You want a massage with a happy ending. There were plans to wake each other up with various kinds of sex. A weekend with a very southern accent. Me trying to pick you up. Now a road trip. Beach vacation. We should call Will and Alissa, get together a plan while you’re home with me."

“Sounds good."

Sebastian took my hand to his mouth “Will you tell me what happened Tuesday?"

I had to think back to Tuesday. It seemed a very long time ago. A lot had happened since them. All good.

I smiled and took a deep breath, "Sure.” Most of what mom and I had talked about Sebastian already knew. I just filled in mom's side of the confrontation. "Her "but Amy" when I said she'd hurt me..." I trailed off and waved a hand in front of us. I didn’t know what to say.

Sebastian caught my hand, "That had to have hurt." His face showed a mix of sad and angry.

"Yes." I nodded, "More angry when she said it didn't take anything from me to watch what I say in front of Amy. She missed the whole point, and for real, it does take away from me to pretend I'm not happy. Over time what hell would that do to my self-esteem? If you act like your unimportant you start believing it. My father thinking I'd ever come back and live like that."

He snorted, "Bad idea."

"Very. I told her it wouldn't affect me because I wouldn't let it. Mom thought she'd won and we moved on. As soon as I was off the plane, I called Trevor." I smiled, "He was proud of me. I needed the validation that I wasn't overreacting or being a brat. He reminded me this wasn't really new for them and asked what had changed with me." I leaned closes to kiss him. "Wasn't a hard question. It's you."

"Me?" His smirk said he was enjoying my answer.

"Pretending I'm not happy and in love is my line. I'm not willing to hold that in." I kissed him again. "It's not right they ask me to. They should be happy that I have someone who makes me happy."

Sebastian's expression changed again. This time his eyes brightened and his features softened, "You make me happy too." The back of his fingers caressed my cheek. "Very happy."

If I wasn't already in love with him the way he was looking at me now would do it.

"What do you mean she thought she'd won?"

"The way she smiled she thought I was agreeing with what they wanted me to do. I’d muzzle myself forever because they were afraid for Amy. I’m afraid for Amy too, and I’m not a bitch, but I matter too."

“Refusing to sacrifice yourself for someone who’s not in trouble doesn’t make you a bitch.” He shrugged and I could tell he was weighing his words. “Your mom asking you to does kinda make her one. Sorry.”

I shook my head, “Nothing to be sorry about.”

He smiled, "What does it mean that you won’t let it affect you?"

He's a smart man. I shrugged, "I'm not completely sure. Right now I go back to Alpharetta a couple of times a year. I used to spend two weeks near the end of summer, but I dreaded it, so I started going first to get it over with. Now it’s less than a week. Maybe spring break. As soon as school lets out for winter break I head down and leave for Hawaii Christmas day. I don't think I’m doing that anymore."

He turned his head to the side and looked worried, "What are you going to do?"

“I’ve never not woken up in my parent’s house Christmas morning. Jimmy’s family celebrated Christmas eve so that was never a conflict. I want to spend my holiday with people who want to be with me. Really be with me and let me be happy. I’ll probably go to Hawaii early. I haven’t given it a lot of thought outside of the stink it’s going to create.” I laughed a little.

“I imagine it will.” He laughed then went serious, “You are welcome wherever I am.”

“Thank you.”

“Not a problem.”

“Are you going to Hawaii with me?”

His smile was back, “Just book my flight with yours.”

“What do you do for Christmas?”

“Depends. I’m not a big Christmas person. Sometimes with mom, sometimes with friends. It’s a little early for making plans.”

“A little.” We’d known each other a month and it wasn’t even July. There’d been no reason to talk about this.

Sebastian let go of my hand, put his arm around me, and kissed my head. “I sense you are a big Christmas person.”

“I love Christmas. I love decorations, presents, baking cookies, snow. Not until after Thanksgiving though. I get very excited.” Putting up the tree and setting out my obscene number of snowmen was fun.

“I think we’ll do whatever you want this Christmas. It matters more to you. And if you decide to go to your parent’s house, I’ll follow you there too. Make sure they see exactly how happy you are.”

“You’re the sweetest.” I held my thumb and forefinger an inch apart, “And a little bit petty.”

“More than a little.”

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Lost Until I Found You

Hi! This is my first ever attempt at fanfiction so please give me feedback! Would love to hear what you think :) 

Chapter One

The stark, neon lights spelling out ‘Welcome to Riverdale’ that loom ahead, jolt Lexie back to reality as she drives into the town that has haunted her dreams since she was 8 years old. Concentrating on the task at hand – finding the motel she had googled weeks ago when she began to take her little summer trip seriously – distracts her from panicking and turning her car back around. After a few wrong turns and misread signs, Lexie finally arrives at her destination. She reaches to the passenger seat and opens the dashboard, snatching the crisp, white envelope into her hands and opens it. She examines the contents. A small smile spreads onto her face as she reads the post-it note her foster parents had attached to the wad of cash inside:

           Lexie,

           Spend wisely honey!

           If you need more, you know who to ring!

           Angie + Mike

If she was honest with herself, she knows she couldn’t have asked for better foster parents for the last 5 years, but there will always be something about Angela and Mike that makes her feel like a charity-case. She often wonders whether they only fostered her so that they could feel like they were giving good back to the world, taking time out of their busy business lives in California, and forgot about the parenting part. Sure, they give her all the money she wants and let her go wherever with whoever at any time, but sometimes all she’s ever wanted is someone to actually care where she is going and why. Besides, Lexie has learnt the hard way that money can’t buy you happiness. Still, they were an obvious improvement to the 6 families she’d lived with before that…or was it 7? She thinks back to a few days before, when she had said goodbye to Angela and Mike, smiling widely at the memory.

***

“OK, so, you’ve got all your clothes honey? And enough gas to get you to Riverdale? Are you sure you don’t want us to get you a lawyer to come with you for all the estate stuff? No, you’re right you can do it! Hell, you’re more independent than me and I’m 45!...” Angela rambles, her eyes glazed over as she reels off another speech about how proud she is of Lexie being a ‘strong independent woman’ who is grabbing life with both hands.

“Angie, you know I’ll be fine! Besides, I have your cellphone number if I need help with anything.” Lexie retorts, waving her hands at Angela indicating for her to back off. Her foster mom is right – Lexie is a strong independent woman – so independent that sometimes she feels like the parent in this household, she muses to herself.

Mike steps forward, not a man of many words; “You better set off now Lexie, you don’t wanna be driving right through the night.”

Lexie paints on a smile, glad for Mike’s calming influence on Angie, hugging them both into her arms. “I love you loads guys, I’ll keep checking in every few days. See you soon.”

She revs the engine and checks her rear-view mirror, grateful to see that her parents had already gone back inside. Lexie hated goodbyes. Even though she was excited to finally be leaving their sleepy little Californian suburb, she hated the fact that she was stepping into the unknown, or rather driving head on into it. But, this was something she knew she had to do, so she put the car into gear and accelerated out onto the open road.

***

A door slams on the motel front as a man leaves his room, bringing Lexie back into the present. She watches as he climbs into a pick-up truck and leaves the parking lot. Lexie takes a few deep breaths and stuffs her keys into her pocket, taking the envelope and backpack with her as she opens the car door. Her right foot hits the gravel first, and she swings the left one down to meet it, shutting the door behind her. She takes another breath. She isn’t ready for the bubble of longing that rises in her stomach as she breathes in the earthy, damp, pine forest smell. It reminds her of a little girl playing tag with the wind tangling in her hair and the sweet sound of running water from the river nearby. She swears she can almost hear the little girl’s laugh as she gets caught by a boy with a beanie hat.

Lexie pulls her backpack into her chest and walks to the motel reception desk. The set-up is not quite the standard of hotel she is used to. The white walls have cracks running down from the roof, plaster is peeling off revealing a dirt coloured underneath, where mould spills over the edge. She manages to get a room for the week and takes a few trips back and forth to unload her car. The room is simple and basic, and the receptionist said she could enquire about extending her stay at the end of the week. Lexie lowers herself onto the bed, which makes a creaking whine in return. After taking a minute to survey her surroundings, satisfied, she starts to unpack.

***

This can’t be the right one, Lexie thinks to herself as she rereads the gravestone for the tenth time, but it is. Her eyebrows pull together on her sun-kissed forehead as she tries to make sense out of the two graves before her. These graves were her parent’s graves, and whilst Lexie had been led to believe that after their death when she was 8 years old, all her family had shunned her and them, the countless gifts, candles and flowers that lay on the floor next to her feet contradicted that. She was overwhelmed.

The pain of losing them was still so hard every day, but she didn’t ever realise that other people missed them too. Her heart clenched in her chest, her breathing becoming more rapid as tears formed in the corners of her wide, emerald green eyes. She added a bunch of white roses to the pile. She thinks she could remember them being her mom’s favourites. Lexie sat in front of the graves for what felt like hours, going through all her memories of her parents as tears fell in streams down her rosy cheeks. Sometimes she went through the memories like a list to help her sleep at night. It comforted her knowing that she hadn’t forgotten them all yet.

Being here in Riverdale made it all seem so much more real, and she found herself gripping the grass with both hands as if she were clinging onto the past. In a grief-stricken haze, she made a decision to confront her past with all she had got, and she would do it tonight.

***

She made a quick stop at the gas station, glancing around the aisles for something she could eat as her stomach complained at her for forgetting dinner. Ah, this was what she was looking for – chips. As she looked through the different brands on offer, she couldn’t help but listen in to a conversation going on further down the aisle.

“Jesus guys, how many times do I have to tell you, GIRLS ARE NOT A PIECE OF MEAT, now leave the poor girl alone”

Lexie swivelled her head to look at a leather-clad pink-haired girl standing next to two, also leather-clad guys who were ogling at her. The girl had a low-cut top with a black leather skirt, complimented by fishnet tights and some boots, not too dissimilar from her own Doc Martens. Lexie met her eyes and then shifted her gaze quickly to rest on the taller of the two boys with her. She looked down over his blue flannel shirt that was a little too tight, offering a glimpse at a tightly toned chest underneath. He wore a thick, leather jacket that was slightly aged, and fit him like a glove. Her eyes travelled upwards to a large S-shaped tattoo on his exposed neck, and widened as she realised which part of town they had come from. Interrupting her from her inner turmoil, a low, deep grunt of a voice seemed to silence the store.

“See something you like, Princess?”

Lexie snapped her eyes back up to meet his and frowned, licking her lips. She prayed her voice wouldn’t betray her fear as she took a step forward.

“Yes, actually. I wanted to grab a packet of those chips right behind you. Driving makes me hungry.”

The trio clearly didn’t expect that response, as the smaller boy and pink-haired girl chuckled and nudged each other, looking at the taller one with their eyebrows raised.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you to charm a snake? Not step on its tail and make it bite?”

Lexie feigned confusion and sauntered forwards, making sure to swing her hips as she made her way across to where he stood, never taking her eyes away from his. When she reached where they stood, she pretended to reach around the tall boy, angling her body so that it was inches away from his and grabbed the chips from behind him. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and said “No, but I have learned that food beats sex any day, so I’ll just take the chips thanks.”

This resulted in a roar of laughter from small-boy and pink-girl, so Lexie winked and walked to the cashier. She bit her cheeks to stop her from laughing as she watched a clearly rattled tall-boy leave the store with his friends, trying not to feel a pull of adrenaline as they zoomed off on three motorbikes. Phew, Lexie thought to herself. That was too close. She wanted to throw the Serpents off her scent before she was ready to see them again, and what better way to do it than with a little flirting. Especially, because she knew that if the bottom of her crop top rose a tiny bit higher up her rib cage, her cover would have been blown by the familiar S that was engraved on her skin.

She got back into her car, took a few deep breaths and headed to confront her past. There was only one place they could be, she thought. The Whyte Wyrm.

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Title : T like Trust ( and Troublemaker )

Author : @serahne

For : @neapolite

Prompt : “Shuichi’s type, in a certain someone’s words, is busty, blonde haired girls, who wear pink.”

Characters & Ships : Shiichi Saihara/Kaede Akamatsu, Kokichi Ouma, Miu Iruma. The rest of the ndrv3 is there, too.

Author’s note : What a cute prompt it was, perfect for a Christmas romantic comedy ! Writing Kaede was really enjoyable, and I’ll hope you’ll like it ♥

It was the week before Christmas, and almost everyone was gathered in the dining room to enjoy Kirumi’s special cookies. The room was pleasantly warm, and while it would be a lie to say that everyone was getting along in the most friendly way, an atmosphere of celebration was filling them.

As for Kaede, she was busy organising the Christmas party they would throw on Christmas Eve. Eight days from then on would be the first ‘true’ party they planned since they were in the Academy ( they had actually did a little something for Himiko and Kaito’s birthdays, but half of the group hadn’t bothered to attend it ), and they all hoped it would be a happy moment - something that would allow them to forget that they had all been kidnapped and were now retained in the strangest place.

“So, what do you all think ?” Kirumi came out of the kitchen, not a stain on her dress or an hair out-of-rank. “I might need a few more tries to find the perfect balance between the different flavours, since I’m not used to the instruments in the kitchen.”

“Nyeh” Himiko let out, mouth full. “If -ou need peofle to tchy you- cooching I’m voluntcheer…”

“Himiko !” Tenko said, as intense as always “You need to swallow before talking, or you are going to choke !”

“Don’t worry, Himiko” Angie sing-songed in turn. “If that happens I’ll make sure to pray to Atua to grant your soul a platinum access to Heaven !”

Kaede was surprised by how relieved by it Himiko seemed - nevertheless, she didn’t open her mouth and started to chew methodically. With a soft smile, the Ultimate Pianist turned toward Kirumi

“These are delicious, really !” she said. “You are amazing, Tojo-san ! I’ve already baked a few things for my friend outside, but it’s never as good as that ! Would it be okay for you to teach me ? I know you must be very busy…”

Kirumi bowed shortly.

“This would be my pleasure. Though, really, as long as you are living here, I can take care of any request you would have. I’m very glad that you all seem to find my cooking… acceptable.”

Of course, K1-B0 felt the need to butt into the conversation with his usual self-pitying expression.

“I wish there was a way for me to enjoy the cookies too. Despite being here, I feel excluded.”

Kaede and Rantaro didn’t lose a second to reassure K1-B0 that he belonged in the group just as much as anyone else, while Miu rolled her eyes and took another cookie from the plate, grumbling that ‘she would take his part, since she needed sugar and to feed her amazing brain and fat to feed her amazing tits. No one decided to dwell too much on that.

“I’ll keep the rest in the oven for the rest of us” Kirumi said. “I didn’t see Shuichi, Gonta, or Kokichi this morning, this is quite strange.”

“Yes, it is !” K1-B0 said. “Though the one I’m worried the most about is Ouma-kun. He seems to enjoy playing the troublemaker. He selfishly creates more work for Tojo-san. Someone should really talk to him about it.”

As if on cue, the doors of the dining-room suddenly slammed open to reveal Kokichi Ouma. From the smile on his face, Kaede could swear that he was up to no good. She smiled at the thought that she was already starting to read the others better - whether she was just getting used to them, or Shuichi’s detective skills were starting to spread to her. She liked the second hypothesis better.

“Whatever you were saying about me” Kokichi said, walking swiftly near the table and stealing a cookie on the plate Kirumi was holding “It’s probably the absolute truth ! But now that you boring people are done with the gossip, I have something that you are all going to find interesting ! Nishishi, you can see it as an early Christmas present !” He announced proudly.

Kaede tilted her head on the side, curious. Yes, Kokichi could be annoying, but she knew he could also be smart when needed. And, well, they had been in this school for weeks, now. Nothing had happened after the first motive to have them kill each others had completely failed. Not that she was unhappy about it. Days could be long, and she was restless.

“Do you have any info about the way to get out ?” She asked.

“Nope, better ! Look at this !”

With an immature ‘tadah !’, Kokichi threw something on the table, and it slid on the middle of it. It was a small notebook. Nothing was standing out about it, it was just small, black, without anything written on it.

“Is it a Death Note ?” Tsumugi asked, worried. “Is that Monokuma new motives ? Because I can feel it work on me already - no one can resist testing the Death Note.”

“Shhhhh” Kokichi replied. “It’s not Monokuma’s motive. It’s something a loooot more precious than that. Because what you are seeing now is….”

He paused a second, making sure that everyone’s attention was on him, and his face was suddenly split in a wide shit-eating grin.

“… Saihara-chan’s diary.”

And then, it was chaos.

*

“That’s a terrible thing to do, you know that, right ?” Kaede said in her most serious tone.

She was really trying to force Kokichi to understand that picking Shuichi’s lock and enter his room to steal his diary wasn’t something that normal, decent people did. She always tried to stay calm and patient when talking to the boy, partly because she knew that her getting angry was what he was after, partly because she enjoyed being the better person.

Could anyone blame her for that.

“Akamatsu-san is right” Rantaro said, and Kaede gave him a thankful nod. “You can’t just trample on someone’s privacy like that.”

“Uh ? What do you mean I can’t ?” Kokichi asked. “Isn’t it what I did already ? I stole Saihara’s diary, and I brought it there so ~everyone~ could enjoy what’s inside.”

“We are not going to read Saihara-kun’s diary” Kaede replied immediately. “He is our friend, and he trusts us. If he wants to say something to us, he will. We don’t need to read his secret thoughts, alright !”

It was really, really hard to not blow up. Think sonatas, she admonished herself. Not military march. Yet, it was easier to decide than to actually do it.

“Really ? Oh, man, and I went through all that trouble” Kokichi whined, falsely-annoyed. “I also thought you would be the most interested in reading it since you’re in it, after all.”

Kaede froze. I’m in it… Well, it made sense. Shuichi and Kaede spent a lot of time together. Since day one, they had helped each others, almost naturally. She couldn’t imagine how this whole adventure would have turned without Shuichi by her side. If Shuichi was writing about his days inside the Academy, of course Kaede would be in it.

“Probably a fuck-ton of erotic dreams, am I right ?” Said Miu - very loudly - with a snort. “Okay, now I’m like… half curious. Just to see what kind of crazy kinky shit this virgin is into. Maybe it could inspire me for my next invention !”

Kokichi turned toward her, deadly serious.

“Do you think anyone care what you think, you dirty whore ? I was talking to Kaede because it’s obvious that Saihara-chan is talking about her in his diary and…” Then he stopped, as struck by a sudden idea. “Wait… maybe not.”

“Maybe not ?” repeated Kaede. “What’s going on ?”

“Nishishi, oh man, this is amazing !” Kokichi laughed. “I wanted to mess with you a little because you and Saihara-chan are so chummy. See, the main information in the diary is that our little detective is actually in lurve, can you believe it ? He never says who he is in love with, though ! A blond-haired girl, dressed in pink ? Sounds like Akamatsu, and sounds like Ituma too. That’s what you get for being so un-original in your design.”

Kaede’s eyelashes fluttered under the surprise. Shuichi was… in love. But she hadn’t noticed. Well, he was a sensible boy, who blushed a lot, but she didn’t think… Was she a terrible friend for not noticing, or was Shuichi very good at hiding it ? Also… was what Kokichi say true ? If so, was Shuichi in love with her or with… Miu ?

She was confused, and she didn’t know which option was the best for her. Sure, she liked Shuichi and she enjoyed pushing the boundaries a little, and watch him being flustered, but love was…

Love was a serious thing. As a musician, she knew that more than anyone. Love could built empire and inspire an entire life. It could create and consume and wreck you into pieces. Was Shuichi really that passionate ?

“Blond hair, pink clothes ?” Rantaro repeated, trying to resolve the mystery. “That’s… vague. Are you sure there is no other hint about the person ?”

“You can check, you know ? You never believe me, and now that I bothered to bring a proof, you don’t even look at it ?” He sighed. “Good to know for next time ~ Anyway, he talked a lot about his secret love’s balloons, too. but I thought it was a polite conversation so I didn’t bring it up because I’m that considerate !”

“Tch !” Miu snickered. “Then who he was talking about is obvious ! Between Kaediot and me, only one of us have a pair of tits that are worth writing about. Not that I’m surprised that Poo-ichi is jerking off to me, I mean, who wouldn’t ?”

Everyone did their best to ignore her, but Kaede frowned at these words. She hadn’t noticed any interest on Shuichi’s part for Miu, anyway.

Well, maybe she could use her newly-acquired detective skills to investigate, right ?

*

“Good morning, Saihara-kun,” she greeted him when she found him absorbed in a book outside the dorm.

He raised his head and smiled at her. It was such shy, unassuming smile, as if he was apologizing to her already, that she almost wanted to lecture him about it, but she was a woman on a mission. Quietly, she sat beside him.

“Are you alright ?” she asked. “I was worried when I didn’t see you in the dining-room.”

Shuichi chuckled, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m still not used to this routine of taking our breakfast together on mornings. Back at home, no one really cared, so I skipped it more often than not.” His expression turned thoughtful for a while. “I promise I’ll try to go tomorrow. As long as I’m here, I could try to catch good habits, right ?”

Kaede nodded, then remembered that she had something for Shuichi and looked for it in his backpack. She took out too pieces of cookies, wrapped into a napkin, and was glad to see that they were mostly intact.

“Here,” she says, handing them to Shuichi. “Tojo-san baked us some cookies, and I didn’t trust Momota-kun to not eat all of them before you could taste one. Ah, you can keep them for later if you’re not angry, of course !”

Shuichi seemed sincerely surprised - and touched - by the attention and Kaede felt her heart miss a beat. Do you think everyone forgets about you as soon as you leave the room, Shuichi ? The Detective took one of the cookies, and broke it in two, offering a piece to her.

“Let’s share one ?” He suggested.

She gladly accepted, and they ate their half-cookie in a comfortable silence. Kaede wasn’t sure if she had always been hyper-aware of Shuichi’s presence whenever they were close, or if it was all because of the incident in the dining-room, but she could feel the other’s warmth reach her, even though they weren’t touching.

Shuichi didn’t seem to share her trouble.

“That’s amazing,” he said. “I’ll have to thank Tojo-san when I see her.”

“I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear your opinion. It’s a trial batch, she is testing her skills for the Christmas party, you know ?”

The reminder of the future celebration seemed to break the peaceful atmosphere that had settled between the two of them.

“Oh ! The party, of course !” He said, turning toward her, very seriously. “Akamatsu-san, I’m sorry to ask you that so suddenly, but could I ask for your help ?”

“Eh ?” She blinked. “Of course you can ! We are a team, aren’t we ?”

He smiled at the answer.

“Thank you. I was thinking that I should find a gift for Miu,” he said.

Kaede froze. Maybe she wouldn’t have reacted that way the day before but now…

“That’s” she replied, her voice sounding awful at her own ears. “… Unexpected”

Was there even a reason to be jealous ? Shuichi and her weren’t… like that ? Right ? They always shot down everyone else’s remarks about how ‘lovey-dovey’ they were, laughing about it between them, then. But at the same time, she was used to be with Shuichi. She wanted him to get friends and to fit even more into the group, of course, but she didn’t want to compete for his attention.

What an awful friend she was, right ?

“It is, but I really wanted to thank her for her hard work. Thanks to her, we were able to install surveillance cameras in the library and to stop anyone from using the door behind the moving bookcase. We really dodged a bullet here. I just feel like we didn’t thank her properly, you know ?”

Kaede felt her entire body being filled with affection for the detective. It wasn’t the first time that she was floored by the boy’s kindness and caring nature - she had been on the receiving end of this kindness enough time to appreciate it - but in contrast to her own new ugly feelings, it was even more shaking. She didn’t know if Shuichi liked Miu like that, but if that was the case, she silently promised to support him, and to be the best friend possible.

“That’s a great idea !” she replied with genuine enthusiasm. “I’m glad you asked me to help you, maybe we’ll even have fun !”

Shuichi seemed a little overwhelmed by her reaction, but he eventually nodded, a frank, non-apologetic smile finding its way to his lips.

“Of course I would ask you, Akamatsu-san. We’re a team, aren’t we ?”

*

Thirty minutes later, Kaede was drowning under the gifts and still adding more to the pile.

“What about this one ?” Shuichi said, holding a piece of cake. “Everyone likes cake, right ?”

Kaede hummed, and threw away the flower that she had just unboxed on the pile before answering.

“Maybe, but there will be so much food at the party already. I’m not sure this will be at the level of Tojo-san’s delicious food.”

“Ah, probably not.” Shuichi’s shoulder slumped down. He sighed, and sat on the floor. “I’m losing hope, here. Does it matter, though ? I just can’t think of anything that Miu would like.”

Kaede kneeled down next to him, sympathetic.

“I’m sorry” she said. Then she bit her lips, pondering on if she should let out the words stuck in her throat. “That seems really important to you. I guess you really like her, uh ? I can understand, she is so bright and pretty.”

She could recognize that, at least. Shuichi shook her head.

“And slightly terrifying too.” He grimaced. “Maybe it’s a bad idea. I’m sure some people are going to think I’m doing that because I’m in love with her, and I’m starting to realize that I could spare me some of Ouma-kun’s mocking remarks.”

Kaede’s breath was cut short.

“So” she managed to say, anxious. “You don’t like Iruma-san ?”

“Like ?” Shuichi repeated. He laughed a little, trying to hide his embarrassment. “One part of me really admires her, but she isn’t my type.”

“Your type ? What’s your type then, Saihara-kun ?” Kaede asked, half-teasing half-serious.

Shuichi looks like he wanted ro run away.

“Ha… I mean, she is really beautiful, you’re right I just… it’s going to sound stupid, but I don’t think I could ever connect to her ? That’s the most important, right ? Finding someone you’re comfortable with and that you can laugh and share a lot of things.” His cheeks were so flushed, Kaede almost felt bad for asking. “I don’t even know why I’m answering, you must think it’s really cheesy.”

Kaede shook her hand and put her hand on Shuichi’s shoulder.

“No, I think you’re right. I’m sorry for asking, it was uncalled for. It’s just… Ouma-kun said something that lead me to believe you could like her. But if you tell me it’s not true, I have no reason to believe him over you. Because… I trust you, you know ?”

Shuichi looked at her, still red, but not as mortified that he couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Thank you, Akamatsu-san. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

*

Kokichi was alone in the dining-room and Kaede walked inside, decided to make light on the matter.

“Hi, Akamatsu !” The Ultimate Supreme Leader grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “Back so soon already ? I’m sorry but I’m scared that Momota-kun ate all the cookies that left. You can lecture him later if you want !”

Kaede didn’t answer him, and walked to the table where Shuichi’s ‘diary’ was, and reached for it, holding Kokichi’s curious stare all the way. With barely a second of hesitation, she flipped the notebook open.

Blank. Nothing. She smiled at Kokichi.

“Surprised ?” He teased her.

She still didn’t answer, threw the notebook back to the boy, and walked out of the door.

Surprised ? Not as much as she thought she would be, actually. She trusted Shuichi’s words more than any convincing proof. Because they were a team, right ?

[actualbabe]

Can I have Ness "love is overrated" angst? I'm a glutton for punishment

“You alright there, Jess?” Nick asks with a grin. She’s hitting the bottle pretty hard tonight, something about a guy who stood her up or cheated on her or pulled some other dick move. He can’t say he’s too surprised, given the pretty shitty line-up of guys she’s dated over the past few months.

Jess looks at him for a long second and then blinks slowly, one large eye closing slightly faster than the other. She sways a little on her barstool and he starts to regret pouring her that last glass of pink wine. But she had seemed alright, and Jess is such a happy drunk that it’s hard to cut her off. She smiles bigger and brighter with every drink he puts in her hand. If there’s one thing in this world that could get him to do anything, it’s that damn smile. Paired with the way her cheeks get all flushed and her eyes darken it’s almost like a glimpse into one of his fantasies about her. The one where they’re lying in his bed and her voice is rough with desire as she whispers “Nick” into his ear while he presses a line of kisses down her throat.

There’s a soft clink as the rim of Jess’ wine glass knocks against the plastic frame of her glasses. The sound drags him out of his day dream and back into reality. Jess giggles and finishes the last sip of her wine before setting her elbows onto the bar and precariously leaning her weight forward. She smiles at him again and his heart stutters in his chest, just like it always does. He watches, mesmerized, as she bites down on her lip and slowly lets it go. There’s a line of little indents where her teeth had pressed down into the soft pink of her lower lip and it takes every ounce of Nick’s willpower not to reach out and run his thumb over them. To keep him from dragging the tips of his fingers gently down the curve of her jaw and kissing the living hell out of her.

She’s so beautiful that it hurts to look at her sometimes. It’s like he’s staring at the sun but no matter how hard he tries, he can’t tear his eyes away from her. And yeah, it sounds cheesy and he feels kinda stupid for saying it. But it’s true. Jess is so incredible that he can’t help but feel in awe of her sometimes. He cares about her so much that the sheer weight of it scares him a little. He’s never felt like this for anyone. Not Angie, or Julia, not even Caroline. It makes him wonder if he’s ever really been in love before, and that terrifies him even more. Because as much as he hates to admit it, he thinks he might be falling for her.

Jess taps her pink fingernail on the rim of her wine glass with an expectant look. Nick regards her skeptically, but she just gives him a small pout and bats her eyelashes. Against his better judgement, he reaches for the bottle of Moscato to refill her glass. She has him wrapped so tightly around her finger that it barely takes anything to convince him. He can’t help it. He’d do anything for her. At this point it’s almost pathetic.

She sighs and watches as he pours her half a glass. “Love is overrated.”

Nick’s heart stops and he stares at the bottle to avoid meeting her gaze. “Oh?”

“Mhmm,” Jess hums as she takes a sip. “It really is. Part of me wonders if it’s even real, or if we’re all just pretending. Maybe love is just some crazy ideal that only exists in romance novels and movies. I mean, I’ve never had that with someone.” She shrugs and takes another sip. “I don’t know if I ever will.”

He swallows thickly and nods, because he doesn’t trust himself to say anything. He’s always been an awful liar. Nick bites down on his lower lip and closes his eyes for a second, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. He lets out a soft exhale and looks up at her with a half-hearted attempt at a smile. “Yeah. Maybe you’re right, Jess.”

The thing is: he knows he’s in love with her. He fell in love with Jess the moment she walked through the door.

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[magioftheseas]

Even Still

Summary: A haircut, a nightmare, breakfast, and another day.

Rating: G

Warnings: Brief discussion of trauma and a nightmare.

Notes: This is another commission. This one’s for @photoshopronpa who I really hope enjoys it~! Writing Himiko was pretty fun, and I hope you find it cute. The harumeno is pretty understated but part of that is because Maki’s as tsun as she is. >w<;;

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She had decided to cut her hair that morning. And, unsurprisingly, Yumeno had overreacted when she walked in.

“A-Ahhhhh! W-What are you doing, Harumaki?!”

“Quiet.” She once again slices her knife through her hair, letting several raven strands flutter to the floor. “I thought you were meditating, Yumeno.”

“I-I did meditate!” Yumeno fiddles nervously with her fingers. “My mana’s been...fully restored so, um... I decided to check on Harumaki and you’re...using your knife for that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked. “I am most familiar with it.”

“...You’re supposed to be using scissors...” Yumeno really seemed bothered, pinching at her fringe. “I know we have them. Shuuichi uses them.”

Maki hummed noncommittedly, grabbed another handful of her hair, and sliced.

And Yumeno squealed.

“HEEEEY! Your ends are all uneven, Harumaki! Y-You don’t have any experience cutting your hair at all, do you?!”

“So what if I don’t?” she snapped, flicking more strands from her hand. “Mind your own business.”

“Nooooooo!!” Yumeno stomped her foot, over and over again. “No, no, nooooo!!!”

Maki’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Do you want to die?”

Yumeno’s eyes were shut tight so that she didn’t see Maki’s glare, and she shouted louder so that she couldn’t hear the just as dangerous lowering in Maki’s tone.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!”

Annoyingly, Maki didn’t have any other options.

...urgh.

--

“Ehehe, with my magic, I’ll make Harumaki’s hair all nice and tidy just like mine...” Yumeno giggled as she adjusted her cloak around Maki’s shoulders as a makeshift barber cape. Maki only rolled her eyes.

“Just get it over with.”

“Like this, our hair will be matching, Harumaki,” Yumeno hummed, combing through Maki’s hair. “That’s right, that’s right... Everyone knows spring rolls are best in warm bunches...”

Maki flustered a little and huffed.

“Just get it over with.”

“Okay!”

And so, she started.

“Alakazam!” Yumeno exclaimed as she snipped at Maki’s ends. “Abracadabra!”

Maki wrinkled her nose and remained stoically silent.

“Whoosh, whoosh!”

She continued to say nothing.

“Snip, snip!”

It’s not as though there were anything to say.

“Hocus pocus!”

Around the time Yumeno finished, Saihara had returned.

“Ah, I’m back, sorry for the...”

“BEHOLD!!!” Yumeno exclaimed loudly, flapping her cloak to add extra flair and wrenching it away. Maki, unruffled, merely stood and smoothed out the wrinkles of skirt. She gave Saihara an unimpressed look as Yumeno brandished her with pride. “Tadah! I have transformed Harumaki completely!”

“It was just my hair, Yumeno,” she said, irritated.

“But it looks great!” Saihara exclaimed and then went and fetched a mirror to show her. “See, Harukawa-san? Yumeno-san did an incredible job.”

“Of course I did! It was magic!” Yumeno huffed, hands on her tiny hips. “Now pet me, Shuuichi!”

“Haha, alright, alright...”

Maki took the mirror, staring at herself. Cold red eyes blinked back, a cold, pale face kept its twisting, deep frown... And her once long black hair was now short and a little curly at its ends, carefully layered with a slight wave. Slowly, Maki smoothed it down, lips parting just a bit.

When she lowered the mirror, Yumeno was still preening under Saihara’s head pats. Those small, thin fingers were clinging to Saihara’s sleeve so that he wouldn’t stop until she was satisfied. Despite that, Saihara seemed as content as he was resigned to his fate. But, still, Maki could see the tiredness in his gaze as he turned to her.

Despite that tiredness, there was...an expectancy to it.

...sometimes I can just see how he took after that idiot.

“It’s not bad,” she said. Yumeno perks up, eyes sparkling. “Thank you... Yumeno.”

Sometimes, she is still envious at how Yumeno can smile the brightest out of all of them.

Even so, that gracious, innocent smile and delighted giggle still managed to stir her heart.

--

Living with Yumeno and Saihara, unsurprisingly, continued to take some getting used to. But it’s not because of their living conditions, not really. Maki has memories of crowded orphanages so she doesn’t bat an eyelash at sharing a small house with two other people. But, providing for themselves and that tiny house was difficult.

So Saihara got a job first, and Maki soon followed. Yumeno had tried, but she got overwhelmed quickly.

She had been depressed about that for a while. It was to be expected all the same.

And she bounced back quickly.

Yumeno had only been getting better about that. Maki found that as enviable as she did admirable.

Not that she would ever let Yumeno know. For someone so small, she could get quite the swelled head.

“Harumaki,” Yumeno said. “If you have any questions, then feel free to ask me. I’m an expert on short hair.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Okay.”

Even over stupid things like this.

...But at least Yumeno wasn’t bothered. She was a good sport, at least.

Maki found that enviable as well.

--

Tonight, Yumeno once again wakes up in a cold sweat and eyes full of tears. It isn’t long before her shivering body curls in on itself, and she whines.

“U-Uuu... Uu...”

It’s another one of those nights, and Maki wasn’t getting any sleep anyway. With how close the three of them sleep together, she doesn’t have any hope of simply ignoring Yumeno’s muffled crying.

She wasn’t going to anyway.

“Yumeno.”

“H...Harumaki...” Yumeno scrambles to cling to her, and soaks her blouse with tears. Maki, ever used to this, merely strokes her hair. Yumeno sobs softly, shoulders tensing, and breaths hitching. “Haru... Makiiiiii...”

“Shhh.”

Maki’s hushing is careful. Here, she cannot help but be careful. After all...she has more than enough “experience” with crying orphans. And that is, more or less, what they all are.

Especially in a world like this one.

“What did you remember?” Maki asked quietly.

“T-Tenko,” Yumeno snuffled. “S-She... She was smiling...and laughing... With Angie... I-I was...too... And then...they started choking on their own blood...”

“Shhh. Do not share more than what is necessary, Yumeno.”

Yumeno’s shaking worsened.

“U-Uuu...”

“Shhh. Shhhhhh.”

This scene was not an unfamiliar one. Maki still remembers, however coldly, the time Yumeno had first woken up, face awash with tears, cold sweat, and a running nose. She had tried, rather pitifully, to turn away when she noticed Maki watching her. When Maki approached her, touching her shoulder, she curled into a smaller ball. It wasn’t until she gently said her name that Yumeno threw herself into Maki’s stiff embrace. Said embrace had relaxed, of course, but it had still been...

Strange. Uncomfortable.

Even now, it was strange and uncomfortable. But perhaps that was because of Yumeno’s crying face and the frailty of the small body curled so closely with her own.

With time, Yumeno tires herself out on crying, but...not so much that she falls back asleep. She hasn’t done in a while.

“...Eye hurts...” Yumeno rubs at the eye in question. “Harumaki... Uu... Pet my hair, please.”

Maki does so, and she listens to Yumeno’s soft sigh, and the steady breathing of Saihara close by.

“...Shuuichi...” Yumeno squirms a bit. “He’s okay, right? I case a spell on him to give him good dreams...but I didn’t have enough mana for myself... That’s okay, though...because I have Harumaki...”

She’s grateful for the darkness at a time like this.

“Saihara is sleeping fine,” she said. “You didn’t wake him.”

Yumeno nodded a few times, lower lip jutting out.

“He seemed depressed the other day...”

Maki said nothing, but she knew why that was. It was her own fault. She had tied her hair back and someone stopped her, asking if they knew her from somewhere.

“You really look like Harukawa Maki from the last season of Dangan—”

Saihara had thought quickly, calling her a different name and dragged her away. But not before apologizing profusely. They were in a hurry, after all.

“...Do not concern yourself with that.”

Yumeno pouted. Still, she nodded. She knew better, after all.

“...does it have something to do with why you cut your hair?”

...or perhaps not.

“Do you want to die?”

“Wah!” Yumeno gave a squeak, and hid her face in Maki’s chest. “Scary! D-Don’t make me cast up a magic shield! I-I would...if I...had mana to spare... But I-I can muster some up if I focus hard enough...”

That other idiot rubbed off on you.

Maki petted her hair and said nothing.

Yumeno slowly unburied her face, and reached up, touching the ends of Maki’s hair. Almost as though she were ascertaining its presence.

“...Harumaki,” Yumeno said. “Um... Thank you.”

Maki blinked once.

“It is nothing,” she replied, sighing.

Yumeno nodded in return. She didn’t say anything else.

For a moment, neither did Maki. Silence dragged until Maki’s impatient brow furrowed.

“Are you going back to sleep or not, Yumeno? You should.”

Yumeno grumbled.

“Can’t I enjoy being wrapped up in a warm spring roll for a bit longer?”

“...I would rather you sleep, Yumeno.”

Yumeno was quiet for a bit. Maki could tell from her breathing that she still wasn’t sleeping.

“...Harumaki...” Yumeno buried her face again. “For being such a toasty spring roll, you’re cold.”

I’ve still much to learn.

“Sleep, Yumeno. Please.”

“Aah, the magic word.” Yumeno yawned. “Okay, then... Mm, mm...”

She drifted to sleep soon after that. But for a little longer, Maki stroked her hair as she stared blankly at nothing in particular. Her heartbeat against Yumeno’s cheek was a steady one.

--

“Good morning!!! Rise and shine!!”

“Says the one up last,” Maki said coolly as she buttered a piece of toast. Saihara just chuckled.

“It’s good you’re up with so much energy again, Yumeno-san.”

“My mana has been fully restored!” Yumeno said, puffing out her chest with hands on her hips. All with twinkling eyes and a stern brow. “That nap was most magically efficient. Definitely...!”

“It’ll be better when you eat, Yumeno-san.” Saihara waved her over. “Harukawa-san already prepared a plate for you.”

“Yay!” Yumeno plopped down, sending the usual prayer before digging in. “Mm, mm.”

...Chabashira said Yumeno looked like a small animal when she eats.

“Mm, mm. Mm, mm.”

...she was not wrong.

“Mm, mm.”

Maki buried those thoughts quickly.

“Mm, mm... Harumakiiii,” Yumeno spoke with her mouthful. Not the most attractive, but Maki, in thinking of a bunch of messy-faced orphans with cheeks just as full of food, was unaffected. “Thank youuuuu f...fer the meal.”

“It is nothing,” she said, eyes falling shut as she took a sip of her juice.

“We do appreciate it a lot, Harukawa-san,” Saihara added a bit uselessly. But, that was the kind of person he was. A sidekick to his core.

“...It is nothing.”

But hopefully Yumeno does not have him help her perform any ridiculous magic tricks. Especially when we’re still keeping a low profile.

After they’re done eating, Saihara washes the dishes. Yumeno fiddles with the remote, hesitating again on whether or not she should turn the television on. Maki said nothing.

She said nothing even when Yumeno plopped onto her lap with a sigh.

“I can tell they won’t have anything on,” she said. “And I’m not in the mood to watch anything anyway.”

It goes without saying that such was usually the case with all of them. Saihara would watch the news station, but it certainly wasn’t because he enjoyed it.

Saihara was drying the dishes quietly. When he put them away, there was a bit of clattering.

“Mm...” Yumeno squirmed a bit. “You two have the day off, right? I can do...a magic show if you want. Like a small one. I’m sure I can.”

“Ah, actually, I’m taking a night shift, Yumeno-san,” Saihara said. Maki could hear the rueful smile in his tone. “I’m sorry. Maybe later?”

“Oh...” Yumeno hummed, slumping only a little. “I see...”

“...sorry...”

“It can’t be helped,” Maki said.

“...yeah, don’t worry about it, Shuuichi...”

They both could tell she was disappointed. Maki felt Saihara’s glance at them, and then, she had to sigh.

“But...if you want, I don’t mind seeing some magic.”

Yumeno blinked up at her.

“The spell you did earlier to change my appearance was impressive,” she said, playing with her hair. It was irksome, fiddling with shorter strands than she was used to. But she’d manage. And... They really weren’t half-bad. “So... I don’t mind seeing more.”

Yumeno’s eyes were sparkling.

“Ooh! It was! Now Harumaki is prettier...just like me.” She blushed, flattered. “Aah...”

Maki heard Saihara make an odd noise.

“I-I’ll make! So many flowers bloom from behind Harumaki’s ears!” Yumeno exclaimed. “Enough to make flower crowns for both of us!”

“...”

...I’m curious.

Even though Saihara did laugh at that, she was definitely curious.

It was to be another day Yumeno managed to impress her.

[silveraspens]

Thank you @loserofliverpool for tagging me in this impressively long questioner 😂 Nobody will probs read this but whatever Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people THE LAST: 1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: My dad 3. Text message: My friend 4. Song you listened to: Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene 5. Time you cried: Today ;_; HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: Me?? Date?? Haha!! 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: I haven't kissed anyone :/ (other than like my cat) 8. Been cheated on: Fucking Quinn Tanish looked over at my Egyptian history test in the fifth grade and I've still not entirely recovered 😤 9. Lost someone special: Many times :/ 10. Been depressed: yeppppp I haven't been "diagnosed" but you don't need a weather man to know that it's raining 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: In thankfully not someone who really pukes 😂 tho I came close when I took a shot of fireball (I hate cinnamon) LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS: 12. Maroon 13. Yellow/Gold 14. Teal/Turquoise/Mint IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Um yes!! So many I'm really happy about it 16. Fallen out of love: Can't break what isn't there 😂 17. Laughed until you cried: Many times yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: not that I can remember? But yeah probably 19. Met someone who changed you: dude yes two people in particular 20. Found out who your friends are: Mainly just had my current friendships strengthened 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Still haven't kissed anyone, and I deactivated my Facebook yo GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: when I had it, I knew all 33 of my friends irl 😂 then I deleted it cause it was all school people I wanted to forget 23. Do you have any pets: 4 cats 1.5 dogs 2turtles 24. Do you want to change your name: Maybe if I get married, tho Morgan Plant doesn't really roll off the tongue 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: hung out in my friend Kylie's basement... I think 26. What time did you wake up: 8:30am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching Old Greg / Guy on a buffalo with my buddyyyyyy 28. Name something you can’t wait for: to be married to a gorgeous hippie guy with 2-3 kids and living in a tiny house in the mountains surviving off ArtiNg U-U a girl can fantasize can't she??? 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 2ish hours ago 😂 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I had ambition 31. What are you listening right now: Night Flight 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah my Grandpa was named Tom 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: My art block / epic procrastination "oh no don't worry I'll go to college, I just need to decide where I want to go!!" 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr or cracked- but probably Tumblr 35. Mole/s: I have a shit ton on my shoulders arms and chest 36. Mark/s: I think I have a birthmark on the base of my skull 37. Childhood dream: Dr.Morgan the Paleontologist 38. Haircolour: Dark strawberry blonde 39. Long or short hair: long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Um in real life no... partially cause I have dissociated with reality and fallen in love with Robert Plant 41. What do you like about yourself: I like my eyelashes (they're naturally dark and curled!!) 42. Piercings: None! Not even in my ear lobes 43. Bloodtype: No clue, tho I've always been curious 44. Nickname: Morgs, asshole 45. Relationship status: I was born alone and I'll die alone 46. Zodiac: *new age hippie voice* Sun-Libra Moon-Gemini Rising-Leo 47. Pronouns: She/Her or Dude 48. Favourite TV Show: ...Supernatural... 49. Tattoos: None, but i want one 50. Right or left hand: Right 51. Surgery: Do wisdom teeth count? Like I was knocked out but ??? 52. Hair dyed in different color: I've made it darker, redder and lighter- but mostly I've just "enhanced" my natural color 53. Sport: I played basketball in the 1st grade. I'm not coordinated or aggressive enough. Also organized sports are fascist man 55. Vacation: New Zealand pls 56. Pair of trainers: Just some beat to shit Chucks MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: A half frozen piece of pizza 58. Drinking: Milk or agua 59. I’m about to: Go to bed 61. Waiting for: Me finishing this questioner 62. Want: Love ambition and motivation 63. Get married: I'd really really really want this- I just need to find a guy :/ 64. Career: anything artistic or creative WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs are cuter 66. Lips or eyes: Lips, eyes are overrated 67. Shorter or taller: I'm happy with my height 68. Older or younger: Younger, send my ass back to 6years old. That's when I peaked 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I would like to have a nice stomach 71. Sensitive or loud: both (?) 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship, hooking up depresses me 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Depends on the situation HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: nope 75. Drank hard liquor: Unfortunately 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: not yet 77. Turned someone down: Yeeeeee 78. Sex in the first date: Unless this dude was like Robert Plant incarnate, no way- I think it's smarter to wait and form an emotional bond 79. Broken someone’s heart: Fuck I don't think so?? 80. Had your heart broken: *emo voice* too many times to count 81. Been arrested: No but the police did tell me to stop singing so loud 😂😂😂 82. Cried when someone died: yeah 83. Fallen for a friend: Can't say I have, DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: ha I wish 85. Miracles: without a doubt 86. Love at first sight: I believe in Lust at first sight but not love 87. Santa Clause: duhhhh(no) 88. Kiss on the first date: nothing too saucy 89. Angels: ...yes 90. Current best friends name: JOSIE, My Mom, Kylie, Nadia, Ro, Emily, Shannon, Angie, 91. Eyecolour: is like to say hazel or "amber" but no- just brown 92. Favourite movie: The Big Lebowski hands down @all-my-favourite-people-that-I-talk-to-on-the-regular Jk Idk if you feel like doing this tag me and I'll read it Go nuts my dudes