#THANK YOUU ALL ONCE AGAINNNN!!

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YOU GUYSSS???? YOU GUYSSS??? I-

THANK YOUU SOO MUCHHHH I- I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

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Mod chu! Glad to see you againnnn 😭✨✨ About the writing practice+time stamps, can i request makoto and arashi during 5PM and 9PM? Thank youu and have a great day/night/time 🌸

thank you so much baby!!! 💕💕 I hope you enjoyed this and have a wonderful time!! 🍮

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[05:12 PM] with Makoto

Hands clenched at his sides, Makoto risks a glance your way to find you in a bit of a daze, hair tousled and tangled in an endearing way and the blond can’t help but realise how your hair always seems just like that during this time of the day when it was just nearing the end of day break. You walk alongside Makoto in a leisure pace, hands stretching in front of you to ease the tension in your shoulders when Makoto’s hands suddenly brush against your shoulder.

He gives you a sheepish smile, cheeks dusting pink sweetly and you could a feel a tingle in your stomach when Makoto’s hands held yours tenderly. He tugs you towards him, a gesture so unlike the usual Makoto but no words of protest leaves your lips when he’s holding on to you so warmly.

”I’m glad we get to spend time like this. It’s been a while.” A small chuckle leaves his lips and he sounds embarrassed like he usual is.

Your gaze drifts a bit, starting at his lips longingly before looking to a store sign behind the glasses-clad boy’s head. ”Yeah...” your words die out a little, embarrassment or distraction— you weren't sure which one it was when your cheeks colour roses.

You feel a shake from your arm followed with a small squeeze. Blinking, you focus back to Makoto, wide eyed and lips parted. ”Are you alright?” His worry is misplaced and you're too embarrassed to admit how distracted you are and Makoto smiles, hands squeezing yours a bit before he tugs you a bit closer, ”Just keep your eyes on me.”

Your eyes cast away slightly, once again distracted when feeling the pressure on your lips in a sweet kiss.

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[09:38 PM] with Makoto

The sky is a dark colour, painted in melancholy with light droplits of water hiting the walls just outside the warm confinement of your apartment. The earlier downpour is unexpected much like life itself and you find yourself drenched along with Makoto when attempting to arrive home sooner.

Just as you had stepped into the safe den of your shared apartment, the sky finds it amusing to suddenly lighten it's sour mood into a much gentler drizzle. Makoto had given you a huge towel, fretting about your soaked predicament and seeming to not notice himself in a very similar state.

“Makoto, hold still,” he squirms when you hold his face between your hands, a towel on his head as you attempt to dry his hair a little.

He whines your name softly, cheeks turning a bright red as he tries to escape your gentle clutches. ”I’m fine, so there’s really no need to worry!” He holds your hands to still them, hair still wet and droplets of water cascading down his jawline.

His glasses are placed atop the counter, bright green eyes looking at you without hiding behind big blue glasses and it really is a wonder how much more beautiful he is without them. “Oh, um... I.. I just realised something.” You clear your throat, pulling away to hide the pounding of your heart.

“I think... we should share a bath together..” Your voice did not hide the bashfulness in them nor did Makoto’s cheeks as they turn bright red. He splutters and pulls away from you panickly before you grab at his hands.

“It- it’s late and we really need to save water so our bills won’t pile up too much,” sensing the alarm in your voice, a loud sigh leaves Makoto’s lips, his hands holding the towel left on his head from when you pulled away in a fluster.

”Th- then if you don't mind,” water dripping down his jaw, eyes sharp and gaze hazy, Makoto takes your hand as he tugs you towards the bathroom, washing away the cold and the water wasn't the only thing warming your heart.

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[05:02 PM] with Arashi

“There’s this shop I’ve been meaning to go to…” you strain, distracted by the hands carding through your hair. Arashi tugs soft strands of hair to untangle them, finger brushing against your forehead to gather your hair in the model’s hands. A low hum vibrates behind you, voice sweet and airy as Arashi waits for you to continue and chuckles when you don’t. “Arashi, I can’t focus when you’re playing with my hair like this…”

Your soft whine of protest goes unheard when Arashi tickles the shell of your ear softly. A small yelp leaves your lips and Arashi’s laugh is contagious; a smile forming on your lips at the sweet sound of the model’s voice. “You need to take care of your hair a bit more,” the blond tuts, styling your hair back to its rightful glory. “But what was it about wanting to go to this shop?”

You blink owlishly, eyes somehow heavy and Arashi is warm sitting behind you. The fingers in your hair moves to your shoulders, skilfully massaging them with strong pressure and light touches on the tense muscle. You hear your name faintly, moving back to Arashi’s chest when the hands on your shoulder moves to your arm. A little shake was all you needed to snap back little, the back of your head already placed on Arashi’s shoulder.

Blood rushes to your face a little, warming them and colouring your cheeks in a pink rosy. Your apology is followed with a hug from Arashi and the model repeats his earlier question about your desire to visit this shop of yours. “It’s… somewhere near the station where we usual go, I think…” Your eyes trail to the door in front of you, brain wracking to remember where you are when sitting in polished floor between Arashi’s legs and the blond holding you sweetly.

Your cheeks are poked gently and somehow Arashi’s face is right next to yours when the blond shifts you to look in to your eyes. All you could see is perfect complexion and mesmerising purple eyes and it makes you want to question how someone could be so beautiful and so captivating at the same time you wish your skin care routine can be as nice as Arashi’s. “You’re distracted. Tired?” The question is barely above a murmurs if Arashi is afraid to startle you in your sleepy daze.

You’re not sure if you answered the question or maybe Arashi already knew without you answering but the hands around pulls you closer and your face is buried in Arashi’s uniform; the smell of lavender and oranges sweet and comforting. The blond talks a bit more, voice lulling you to sleep and despite the curfew you have, another hour spend together with Arashi won’t hurt.

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[09:43 PM] with Arashi

“It’s gotten late and—“

“Still!” Arashi’s words cut off at your loud exclamation and you flush when realizing how loud your outburst had been. Clearing your throat, you lean away from Arashi when the blond took it to safely keep a hand on you to make sure you wouldn’t run away.

But still... This was just....

The epitome of beauty laughs, tugging you a bit and relenting when you wouldn't budge. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You take a long time in the bath and since it’s late I’m worried you’ll fall asleep.... Again.” The last part is said in reluctance, Arashi’s face twisting into a slight grimace when recalling an episode of you falling asleep in the bath after a long day.

To your defence, the water was nice and you were awfully tired that day.

“But still,” you insisted, moving towards the baths with Arashi in tow. “sharing a bath with you... It’s- it's embarrassing.”

Arashi’s head tilts to the side in wonder, perfectly shaped brows knitted in confusion. “How so, dear?” The question is innocent in itself and it warms your heart to know how much the model cares about you but with the subject in hand, you couldn’t bring yourself to be fully honest.

“Um, I.... N- never mind—” your dismissal is misinterpreted as you finally agreeing to the request of sharing a bath and Arashi’s face brightens, entering the bath whilst holding your hand and tugging your shirt over your head.

“Wh- Arashi!” You flail, shirt stuck on your head and Arashi’s laughter as background music in your suffering. Your vision is obscured and Arashi is no longer trying to pull the shirt over your head but you can hear the sound of running water.

You discard the shirt previously stuck on your head and find Arashi already in the bath, steam from the water making the room a bit more humid as the blond reaches out a hand towards you.

“Just relax, I know you’ve had a long day.” You place yourself between Arashi’s legs in the bath, water overflowing from the tub with added mass. The tub is a bit cramped and it gives Arashi a reason to pull you closer.

You're not sure if it's the water or the warm feeling in your chest that makes your cheeks red but when Arashi murmurs sweet words and praises into your ears, you finally find yourself relaxing and indulge yourself in the minutes you spend with Arashi with a few more minutes in the bath together.