#hara kazuya // ic

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: " no, I think you're wrong. " shuuzou says making himself comfortable as his sits at the table, stealing some of kazuya's drink. it's dinner time and makoto and tatsuya are splitting the food on the table, and he sits, shaking his head, before handing drink back to kazuya, " what is that ? "

kazuya’s looking at his phone / instagram, merely scrolling his feed when he stops to look at comments under one of makoto’s posts. the thing he’d been asking about was concerning one girl that commented, something about if he remembered her / compared to the rest, it stood out. “ some girl. ” he shrugs easily enough, pulling away when makoto moves, tilting his phone so shuuzou can see her account as kazuya clicks on her profile. “ she was asking if mako remembered her. bastard didn’t even reply to her comment. ”

makoto shrugs, putting down final things before taking his seat. “yeah, i don’t have notifications on for instagram, this is the first i’m hearing about it. ”

“ it was three days ago. ”

“ and i don’t get on instagram that often, what do you want from me? i don’t remember her. ”

[peachmusesa]

sociieties asked: hara's 19 / just officially got his license just yesterday and things have already gone downhill. what can he do but call his mom — second mom, but really his only mom — and when she picks up, he speaks up before she can greet him; " i hit my mom— "

it’s eleven am and ryou happens to be out with momoi-chan getting brunch. she’s sitting on top of the counter, where the sun has peaked through, cross-legged eating apple slices when her phone goes off. pausing, she shifts to grab it, opening it immediately when she notices it’s kazuya, “ he-- ” what did he just say. she drops apple slice and stares at the phone confused for a moment. there is actually no way she heard him say what he just said. “ wait -- kazuya -- slow down. ” brows furrow, “ when you say hit -- do you mean physically or what ? ” she’s getting the information but in the wrong order ! still, the bitch deserves it ! granted that’s not super fair. hanae and kyōko use to be friends / would have never imagined her doing what she’s done to kazuya but that is her child’s best friend / that is hanae’s other child. she vaguely remembers one night where kazuya banged on their door ice cold and wet in winter because she had tried to ‘cool him off’. remembers the rage and sora having to tell her that she cannot do anything about it right now. she’s been patiently waiting for ryou to turn 18 now so she can go off on zuya’s entire family.  she shifts, jumping down off the counter, “ where are you ? i’ll pick you up and you can tell me everything. ” 

[pillow-anime-talk]

ice ice baby!

request: hi! can i get daichi (knb), oikawa and kageyama (haikyuu) for f!reader who is a figure skater and one time when they come to her practice (with their teammates or alone you can choose :)) they saw you got hurt on the ice rink and help you but after you get hurt you really scared that you cant skate anymore so they tried to comfort you [make it fluff with a little bit of angst cos im weak for this kinda thing 😂] also thank you for your hardwork i always really like your work ❤️❤️

# tags: headcanons; friendship & current relationships; bit of drama/angst; but more of fluff; sfw

includes: female reader ft. kirisaki daiichi high {knb} + tooru oikawa & tobio kageyama {hq!!}

author’s note: hope i understood your request correctly! 

— KIRISAKI DAIICHI HIGH

↘ At the beginning I want to point out that you are one year older Hara’s sister and you know the whole basketball team. 

↘ After all, boys came to your house more than once (to play games on the console or for dinner), so you met them all. Even though they behaved cruelly towards their opponents on the court, they were very nice to you and showed you a lot of respect; both by the fact that you were a girl and the fact that you were the big sister of one of their friends.

↘ The fact that you are ice skating was a surprise for them.

↘ During their next visit in your house, your trainer called you, with whom you talked for much longer than necessary. So Hanamiya asked you if you had a boyfriend (so boldly!), but you just laughed, denying it and saying it was just your skating trainer. It surprised everyone except your little brother. They immediately started asking you about different things, and you were happy to share some information about your passion.

↘ After that, they came to your trainings quite often to see how you were doing. Your ice skating was captivating and truly beautiful.

↘ Figure skating was very different from basketball and the whole Kirisaki Daiichi squad liked that and they cheered loudly on your current ‘performance’.

↘ You were going to make a triple spin in the air and land on one leg, but you miscalculated your jump and it resulted in falling too quickly on the rink, finally and so painfully landing on your butt. You fell onto the cold ice and at the same time you heard the coach and the basket team screams. At first you were afraid that you broke your tailbone, but to your luck you could get up normally and drive up to the railing, to your brother and his afraid friends.

↘ “Are you okay, Y/N?” Kazuya made sure, and you just nodded, reassuring Yamazaki and Matsumoto, who looked like they was going to pass out.

↘ “Yeah. It’s not the first time that I have failed because I’m in a rush... I was afraid for a moment that it was more serious, but my ass just hurts a bit.” You laughed, then out of the corner of your eye you noticed Seto raising his hands and waving his all fingers.

↘ “I can give you a massage.” He offered, and you just rolled your eyes while keeping your younger brother and Furuhashi from punching him.

↘ “I’ll just go back to the ice and do it again, more carefully. But thanks for your willingness to help, Seto.” You giggled and then pushed away from the railing, gesturing with your hand to turn on ‘16 shots’ from Stefflon Don once again.

— TOORU

↘ You have been ice skating for years; at first alone, then in a duet with your lovely, longtime male friend. Your performances were really delightful and always full of confidence in the other person.

↘ Oikawa, though jealous of you at first, finally understood that you two are besties and partners on the ice. He loved watching you and he was your biggest – literally biggest – fan.

↘ Just like you during his own volleyball games/matches. #BestAndSupportiveCouple.

↘ If your and his training weren’t at the same time, he always came to see how you are doing; after all, your performances (even those that were just warm-ups and training sessions) generated a lot of emotion and feeling. It was sooo amazing, ngl!

↘ Of course, he took a lot of pictures or videos of you... And then he bragged to his whole team and his closest family about what a wonderful and talented girl he has. Ahhh, he’s so cute. I love him.

↘ Anyway, you and your friend were just skating on the ice, doing another difficult figure. The blonde-haired raised you above his own head, but unfortunately he did it too quickly, and you didn’t manage to grab his arms while doing the splits.

↘ That’s why you fell out of his hands and together you fell on the cold surface, groaning in unpleasant pain.

↘ “Y-Y/N-CHAN?!” You heard Tooru’s scream, who was about to enter onto the ice rink, but your other friend stopped him from doing it. His worried expression showed for the next few seconds, until you turned over on your back and looked at your partner, who shyly apologized to you. You smiled at him to ease his conscience, then rose to your feet.

↘ Fortunately, you did it on your own, so your heart calmed down a little.

↘ “... All right, Tooru-kun! Sometimes it happens like that!” You showed him your both thumbs up and after a short while you adjusted your clothes, then pulling your friend by the sleeve of his light blue T-shirt. Together, you came closer to your boyfriend, who asked you three more times if you were feeling well.

↘ Your butt and hands were in pain, and tomorrow you will definitely have a few bruises on your knees, but you didn’t want to worry your already anxious big baby.

↘ So you slowly explained to him that this often happens, especially when two people are on the ice, and he looked at you in horror, begging you to be more careful.

↘ You assured him that you wouldn’t make the same mistake this time, and then you just kissed him quickly on the pale lips, taking your place again in the center of the ice to repeat the sequence of movements with the blonde one.

— TOBIO

↘ You haven’t even noticed that your right skate isn’t tied well. You only realized that at the moment when you lowered your gaze to perform the pirouette, and at the same time you just tripped, falling painfully on the cold ice.

↘ Your leg hurt, or more precisely your ankle, and some tears stood in your both eyes at the very thought that you wouldn’t be able to continue performing because of your own stupidity.

↘ You didn’t even hear the voice of your trainer, your boyfriend and his two close friends; Hinata and Sugawara. You were too absorbed in your negative visions.

↘ Only when you felt a gentle touch on your arm, you woke up from your thoughts and next look up at the black-haired teenager.

↘ “You can stand up?” Kageyama looked at you fondly, and you nodded uncertainly, quickly adjusting your shoelace, then standing up. “It hurts you?”

↘ “N-No... Not anymore...” You admitted softly, still sniffling. “It’s okay, I think. But I’ll rest for a while and talk to the coach.” You took a step forward, but shortly thereafter you turned back to your lovely boyfriend, frowning. “Why did you step onto the ice rink without the skates at all? Do you want to hurt yourself, Tobio?”

↘ “I was just worried when you fall on the ice... It looked very serious.” He grunted, and you grabbed his, warm big hand to stabilize his body.

↘ “It’s really comforting, but next time don’t do it, please. You can get really hurt and neither of us would want that, okay?”

↘ The boy agreed with your words and then you returned to the bench to rest. You rubbed your foot, which luckily only got a little bruise, then resumed training, once again apologizing to everyone for the worry you had provided them.

[pillow-anime-infos]

knb masterlist {kiridai ver.}

MAKOTO HANAMIYA

“big tiddy goth girl” – he’s into it or nah? {headcanon ; sfw}

KOUJIROU FURUHASHI

soon

KAZUYA HARA

his older sister who’s ice skating {headcanon ; sfw}

his partner plays the drums {headcanon ; sfw}

KENTAROU SETO

his partner plays the drums {headcanon ; sfw}

HIROSHI YAMAZAKI

soon

ITSUKI MATSUMOTO

soon

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

Can you perhaps make list of the guys being tea/coffee drinkers?

hanamiya makoto - straight up black coffee; taught himself to drink it so he’d look tough

furuhashi kojiro - tea lad (fancy stuff such as earl grey and all that), likes drinking it slowly to pretend he’s a james bond villain

seto kentaro - if he doesn’t drink an espresso at least three times daily, he shut down. it’s a fact.

hara kazuya - can manage some sweet iced teas, or coffee with a good amount of sugar, but more of a sports drink lad (possibly addicted to lucozade?)

yamazaki hiroshi - another one just for tea, in particular a big fan of green tea - it calms him down

matsumoto itsuki - drinks tea, but only if he has to. yet to try coffee; the smell makes him sneeze

haizaki shougo - can’t drink tea or coffee, still in that stage of “i can physically only taste juice the rest sucks”

imayoshi shouichi - swings either way: coffee in the mornings to wake him up, or if aomine’s being especially bratty about coming to practice, but never strays from tea in the evenings

nash gold jr - a coffee guy, especially iced coffee. finds tea too bland

[leadacetate]

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[sociieties]

@peachmuses: shuuzou's sitting next to kazuya this time - for some reason tatsuya wanted to sit next to makoto, but they aren't even back at the house yet, having left to go get food orders. shuuzou leans back on one arm, head tilted slightly to study kazuya. spare hand comes up to gently grab at spare hair at the others nape of neck, letting fingertips brush gently against skin. " your hair is getting longer, zu " he muses quietly, eyes trained on neck. " are you letting it grow out ? "

kazuya flinches when fingers touch nape / shuuzou pulls away and kazuya turns his head, hand making way for neck and he threads fingers through the very hair shuuzou had reached for. " oh-- " he breathes out, admirably startled, proceeding to grin sheepishly as fingers come down to rub the back of his neck. " sorry, i just... " he doesn't know, actually, resulting in the way voice trails off. after a moment, he shrugs, hand falling. " not really, i just haven't gotten around to cutting it. why, does it look bad? "

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: theyre at an amusement park -- and shuuzou is staring up in awe at the largest, most scariest ride, in the entire park. " what's the word for horny but not in the sense I want to fuck this thing. " he's still staring, wide eyed up at it before he's grabbing onto zuya and makoto dragging them with him, nearly vibrating out of his skin in excitement. tatsuya gets grabbed by makoto, and he breathes out a sigh. " I'll sit with makoto. zuya, make sure idiot here doesn't try to climb out of his seat in excitement. "

makoto doesn't exactly hate his best friend, but he does. this stands the most true when they're at amusement parks, even more so when he's just finished a couple of minutes ago -- and the moment shuuzou's eyes glitter, makoto knows that he's seen it. the one thing makoto would rather avoid, but the idiot goes on and asks about excitement mere moments before he and kazuya are grabbed and dragged off. there's no avoiding this, he knows it, but if he has to go, they're all going, and he looks at tatsuya with a face that spells out muted fear and panic. just before he's out of reach, he takes tatsuya by the wrist and seals his fate as well.

" he'll do that...? " it's an honest question, one that kazuya asks as they walk up the stairs to bypass everyone else in line. ( thank you, fast passes. )

makoto shrugs, motioning towards his best friend since he's now free, watching the way he's basically vibrating where they all stand. he looks like a kid in a candy shop, he thinks. " he'll definitely try. "

the train returns / the people on it get off and they get on along with a number of other people that makoto now considers different versions of one nijimura shuuzou. stay seated and keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle. nearly immediately after, the ride pulls off and makoto swears that his life flashes before his eyes.

when it's all over, makoto's one of the first off of the ride, stumbling away from the impending fray of others that find their way to the exit. he only manages to make it about four steps past the exit before he's doubling over, throwing up and just barely missing kazuya with it. when his stomach is empty, there's tears in his eyes he's on his knees, one hand now latched onto the fence. " .... i'm never doing that shit again. "

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: it's golden week, they're on vacation. makoto had cut his palm and shuuzou is fussing at him. tatsuya, with an idea in his head, takes the hand from a fussing shuuzou, and brings palm up to his mouth to lick down cut. shuuzou goes dead silent watching, confusion briefly appearing on his face before he's yanking makotos hand back, to finish cleaning it. " stop that, " a mutter as shuuzou focuses his attention on cut, " behave. all of you. "

makoto’s focus, for the most part, is on shuuzou. has been since he walked up to the group a few minutes ago with a palm full of blood and while the other two asked him how he managed to hurt himself that badly ( as if makoto knew the answer / he wishes he knew, too ), shuuzou had dragged him over to the nearest seat and started up the familiar back and forth of how he should watch himself, all while tending to injury. it’s when shuuzou says something about putting something on the wound to lower the chances of infection does it happen — makoto’s hand is again taken from him and tatsuya does the unthinkable. makoto stares at him, mentally stalling while tatsuya sits there with a smug smile on his lips, saying nothing.

“ … blood kink? ” makoto asks as shuuzou takes wounded hand back. shuuzou, seemingly in response, immediately squeezes makoto’s hand, causing him to hiss out in pain.

kazuya, who’d been otherwise silently watching from the start, finally shifts, moving closer to the other three. “ okay, ” he says easily, more curious than anything, “ what the fuck? ” not that he actually expects to get anything of a decent answer. “ mako, don’t you do everything with your left hand? ”

“ most things, yeah. ” not counting writing. he’s right handed, but favors his left for most tasks. “ fuck my life… ”

[sociieties]

kazuya doesn't actually have to be here -- could make makoto reorganize the lineup and have og play instead. it would help their chances against rakuzan, not that he's particularly worried, not that makoto's particularly worried about it, but og's here just in case kazuya runs. makoto doesn't expect him to, but kazuya's starting to revert back to a version of himself that makoto doesn't like, so he might just bench him anyway / kazuya slinks off to talk to reo while makoto goes from talking to the other coaches around to the captains when shuuzou finally shows up. man of the hour -- destroyer of the peace in the moment when he shows up just to come in still messed up from what barely qualifies as not-a-hookup.

akashi sighs, turning his attention towards makoto when he's approaches and makoto only shakes his head. no, don't ask him / he knows and doesn't want to talk about why shuuzou's shown up covered in scratches and bruises. all that matters is that he's fine.

" what's going on with him? he's never late to things like this? " akashi asks anyway. makoto sighs in response. " you don't want to know. " both of their attention moves onto shuuzou and tatsuya as they talk / kotarou approaches, " we never did get that scrim with shuutoku. " akashi looks towards him and makoto glares. kotarou raises both hands in defense before slinking away to find someone else to talk to.

" how could i not pay attention to you? " kazuya's reaching for his phone and reo steps away. kazuya steps forward, gaining nothing. " i love you, reo-chan, " and he doesn't particularly care who hears him. he ignores the way half of rakuzan looks towards him, ignore's og's gaze as well as he drops his hand, sighing. " only you. can you give me my phone? " " no. " reo stares hard at kazuya for a moment, eyes moving form his face to his hands before they're looking at his phone, opening the chat that got the most texts back and while reo doesn't reply immediately, they do read it. kazuya plans on breaking them up? figures. " kazuya, for the love of everything, you're not going to do what you said. it's not cute. " kazuya groans, head leaning back as he looks towards the ceiling. " jealousy isn't a good look on you. " kazuya groans again, watching as shuuzou drags akashi elsewhere. " i'm not jealous. "" oh, but you are? if you weren't, you wouldn't be trying to break them up. "

" i should be saying that to you, " akashi replies easily, considering the fact that nijimura was late. he keeps that part to himself, easily enough following after him. " you didn't bring me over here to ask about scrimmage predictions, what is it, really? are you okay? "

[ text; ryou-yo ] Hello! It's Reo, I had to take Kazuya's phone from him [ text; ryou-yo ] He's talking about Shuuzou, though [ text; ryou-yo ] He's told me about how close you two are... Please don't enable him

" don't ask yo-yo to do that-- " kazuya whines softly, leaning against reo.

reo rolls their eyes. " it's not the end of the world, kazuya. "

" yes it is.... "

" i'm really not liking this side of you. " they rolls their eyes, clicking off of the chat to open shuuzou's message and leaves read without responding. / @peachmuses

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: someone is attempting to wake him him and he vaguely waves them off, groaning. his head hurts and finally he peeks open his eyes to spot a fuzzy kazuya in his vision. he's saying something about coffee --- " i don't want coffee. " and then he's rolling back over into the pillow. it's hot. why is his pillow hot !

to be completely honest, makoto barely remembers waking up earlier, much less coming to college tatsuya -- he only knows that he did because tatsuya's here, with him, in his bed, even though makoto distinctly remembers falling asleep on the floor next to shuuzou. he's confused / tatsuya's confused / even kazuya's confused, who'd come into his room to finally wake up shuuzou only to have the offer of coffee rejected.

wait -- what?

kazuya looks towards makoto and tatsuya ( and briefly, he questions why they were together only to drop it ), head tilting as mug of coffee remains in his hand. " what just happened? "

makoto only barely lifts his head, hair mussed and eyes barely open as he squints over towards kazuya, then at shuuzou, who's fussing with his pillow. " ah.... "

" what? "

" he's sick. " meaning that makoto is going to get sick, actually / considering the night before. he blinks, looking back towards tatsuya. " if one of us gets sick, we're both fucked. "

" you can tell that just because he said no to coffee? " kazuya pauses. " what's up with you two, anyway? "

[sociieties]

@peachmuses said: ryou's laid out on the couch - honey brown staring up at the ceiling. kazuya is sitting in a chair, and it's been silent for the last ten minutes. they should tell him right -- ryou would want to know if he was in kazuya's shoes. yah. they should tell him. " i broke up with atsumo. "

kazuya's on twitter, partially subtweeting his boyfriend, partially looking through his own notifications when best friend decides to break the silence. he thinks nothing of it, paying no mind to what's actually said and even after he takes a moment to look up from his phone. " ... who? "

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: tatsuya's taking a drag off of his cigarette, frustration clearly visible because kazuya won't fuck him and the other stands there, next to him amused. he blows smoke ring out into the air, " i don't know why you're acting like i don't have people in my phone that wouldn't give me anything i want just to fuck me. "

kazuya's annoyed. has been for about a week ( and three days ) about / tatsuya came in and ruined his relationship with chika -- and really, tatsuya was just doing what kazuya had asked of him, but tatsuya chooses to bring up other people are kazuya stares at him in response. for a long moment, he says nothing, having chosen to punish tatsuya by not touching him, so much as refusing to do so just to get under the other's skin. until now, kazuya had made himself far too easy for tatsuya, giving him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and he's since opted to make things more difficult.

" do you? " he muses softly, unsurpised when tatsuya confirms with a hum and kazuya instinctively further enters his space. head tilts, left to right, and he makes the split second decision, " call someone else then, " voice drops as he leans in, facing tatsuya, but to his left as he speaks in his ear, " see what happens. i'm not fucking playing with you, tatsu. " while they're not together, tatsuya is kazuya's and kazuya has no intention on sharing. he'll ruin whatever rotation the other has without so much as batting a lash. the pause he gives is the search for tatsuya's phone, fishing it out of his pocket and shoving it into his hand, motioning him to go on.

he leans back, just enough for tatsuya to see the way he smiles so sweetly at him, sin and saint as he takes the other by the waist. " do it, let's see how far they'll go for you. "

[sociieties]

@peachmuses said: they're all up when kazuya emerges from the room - and it's taken shuuzou a few minutes to notice the painted fingers tips / and the gold-painted lips on kazuya -- but now that' he's noticed, he's unable to look away. he stares / and stares / and debates and wonders about asking. the minute he opens his mouth, " why do you have p-" aint on you, the door to kazuya's room opens, and sakurai walks out also covered in paint. gold shimmies on cheeks and jaw, and shuuzou's eyes sharpen on lavender -- cloud designs and is that a moon ? that peeks out from sakurai's -- impossibly sharp collarbone. " so. " shuuzou starts, hesitantly glancing at og for a fraction of a second, " why do both of you have paint on you ? " / vr.

when kazuya leaves the room, he heads straight for an empty couch, stretching out across it, legs kicked up as he lays his head against the armrest. he stares blankly up at the ceiling, lavender stained hand settling against his forehead, palm up as his mind slowly slips into a simple quiet buzz where nothing else exists but the feeling of warm flesh taking cool paint and kazuya pays no mind to the way everyone else stares at him. he yawns, eyes eventually closing as he rubs his nose with gold-stained hand, doing so with knuckle as to not get any paint on himself. this paint is for ryou, not him. if he's to be painted, then ryou will do it. until then, he'll wait for ryou to get up and help him clean himself up so he doesn't get any of the paint on anything.

og, like shuuzou, have since noticed that kazuya's not exactly a clean kazuya, but one colored in paints and he, too, wonders what exactly is going on. shuuzou speaks and ryou, as if on cue, swings the door open, revealing kazuya's latest masterpiece and og cannot help but to stare. ( he was right. he doesn't know how he was right, or why he was right, but he was and this, somehow, proves it. ) clouds and moon are sprawled across ryou's neck, but it's the golden paint that matches that of what's on kazuya's lips that truly catches his attention. marks are scrawled across his twins face like stars across the night sky and og's head tilts the slightest bit before hetrochomatic gaze snaps back onto kazuya, who's not moved a muscle.

like shuuzou, og just has to ask. " ... so... "

" ryou-yo used to paint on me all the time, " kazuya answers with ease, eyes still closed as his head tilts ever so slightly in the direction where he remembers og and shuuzou to be. ryou might be focusing on og for the month, but he will never paint on him -- not the way he'd done kazuya. not how frequently he'd done it until kazuya up and disappeared on him, leaving him with a dark, moonless sky before he's found again and all is right with the world. kazuya was jealous for nothing. he is ryou's favorite, not anyone else. " he'd draw on me and my clothes, or paint, or do whatever he wanted to do because he wanted to do it and i'd let him. " this, however, explains nothing. " and sometimes i'd paint on him, too. after he'd finish and would show me, he'd shove paint and brushes in my hands and let me paint whatever came to mind even if i was shit at it. " he blinks an eye open, looking over at shuuzou through lavender hair that his mind barely even processes these days. " i wanted to paint. why, do you want to be painted on? "

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: tatsuya is sitting pretty in kazuya's lap, as he reads some book that he had stolen from makoto's bookshelf. shuuzou, is sitting in a chair head tilted back as he looks up at the ceiling, and thinks and thinks. ( and he thinks about earlier, hiding in the locker room showers, and shoving forefinger and middle finger into makoto's mouth - and taking a photo. taking a few photos. ) softly he hums, debating for a moment longer, " zu, " he says eyes still on the ceiling. " when you get or take a dirty photo, of someone else, do you just leave it in your camera roll or what do you do with it?" tatsuya gaze flicks up, book closing and he crosses his legs.

kazuya raises a brow when his name is called, attention moving from phone to friend while shuuzou asks a question he never thought he'd ever hear the other ask and he looks from shuuzou to tatsuya. soon after, he locks his phone, flipping the device in his hand over a few times before he's kissing tatsuya's neck. ( currently, he's with rin and kazuya briefly thinks of pictures she'd just sent him a few days ago, causing him to shift underneath tatsuya in amusement. ) " you don't want to do what i do, shuu. "

makoto, who's stretched out on the floor in front of the couch, somewhat turns from stomach to side to look up towards shuuzou, to kazuya ( and only sees tatsuya in the way ), back to shuuzou, before he decides it's none of his business and goes back to the book he'd been reading. he grabs his drink -- freshly made iced coffee, and takes a long, slow sip.

" i just leave them, but i also don't have people that go through my phone. like yoyo knows all my passwords, but he doesn't go through my shit. " the shrug he gives is halfhearted as he pushes locked phone into tatsuya's hand. " i also go through people like girls and clothes, so i tend to delete things, you know? " because after the relationship is over, the consent to keeping the pictures is over. " but locked albums exist for a reason, pass sensitive so the pics aren't there for just anyone to see. " his head tilts, face pressing into tatsuya's back. " but what i wanna know is... since when have you been with someone consistently enough to even have pictures and keep them? who're you fucking on, shuu-chan? "

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: ‘  why would i fuck a demon? simple, the status. imagine rolling up into hell already havin had your back blown out by one of their own. imagine you and a gang of other losers standin at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? legendary.  ’ / niji at pandora's box.

shuuzou speaks out of his ass for about the tenth time today and for a split second, the entire room falls silent. in that moment, makoto sits up, head raising from kazuya's shoulder to look kazuya in the face, who only shakes his head and looks towards tatsuya. tatsuya says nothing and kazuya cracks first, smile twitching onto his lips before he fails to hold in his laughter. he doesn't explode into a laughing fit, but it's enough for makoto to completely forfeit the spot he once had.

" pretty sure you're going straight to hell just for that, " kazuya says after he's no longer laughing.

makoto raises a brow, turning completely to stretch out across shuuzou since he was the closest. " just that? nothing else? "

" oh, he's definitely going to hell for everything else, but like.... " kazuya pauses, making a so-so motion with his hand. " there's levels to it-- " and his voice pitches, amusement as he reaches his hand out for makoto to come back to him. " did you just leave me? come back home? "

makoto grins when kazuya realizes he's been left, proceeding to shake his head. " i did. " and no, he will not be coming come / he's much like a cat. " you moved. " he will not elaborate past that. " shuu, if you die before me, you can do whatever you want, but i full expect you to ditch your sugar demon for me. marriage and all. you're mine before anyone else's, you know? "