#kyukicho

[ofcrossroads]

@kyukicho: Mikuni vc What the hell does that even mean?!

“ I could be. ”

[paxtandpresxnt]

⊱ @kyukicho liked for a starter ⊰

Tetsu was still feeling a little lost, he misses Hugo. It was still hard for him to et on what happen. The taller male was sitting on the floor of his family's hot spring, looking up at the night sky lost in thought. He mostly didn't felt like talking to anyone.

[wonderdxeamland]

@kyukicho asked; "Revenge is sweet, but ice cream is sweeter." || Mikey for Sakura

best served cold ... sentence starters || Accepting

"Hah?" Sakura cut his hetrochromatic eyes towards the blond haired male. "Can't I have both?" He's greedy like that. "My revenge and the ice cream?" Will revenge make Sakura feel better? Probably not. Will it give him an excuse to get violent? Sure will. Ice cream afterwards would just make it better.

[protectivemusesmoving]

Weirdos...

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho replied to your post “" Don't care that it's maid day, I'm not dressing...”:

Baji vc I'll do it if ya will!

" Well, I didn't see that one coming. " Kazutora stares at Baji up and down for a long moment, debating it. It would be kinda funny. " . . . I'll consider it. "

[ofsavior]

happy birthday, mikey! || @kyukicho

They haven't been dating very long, but there are few things Takashi's been more certain about than his dedication to Mikey. A deep determination to make him happy. From longstanding friends to as they are now. It's like home. So naturally, he takes today as something to cherish. Something of a holiday: the birthday of Sano Manjiro.

Unfortunately, Takashi doesn't have much to offer save for his practical skills. Sewing. Cooking. Housework. Trivial things that fill his day-to-day, but Mikey always appreciates them. As a thank you, Takashi's spent the last few months perfecting a gift idea. A black jacket embroidered with expected gold filigree. That much shouldn't come as a surprise, but the gold's entangled with sparkling silver crossing in pattern similar to his signature dragon tattoo but with subtle differences. He encases it in tissue paper and tidies the package in a box wrapped in shimmering silver wrapping paper. A gold bow on top. Once he arrives at the Sano family home, he places the box at Mikey's bedroom door. Somewhere reserved for them to share between them alone.

-x-

The Sano household's not too busy of a place generally but adding Luna and Mana to the equation certainly amplifies all else in the surrounding vicinity. To Takashi's relief, the girls have taken a liking to Emma and Emma's taken a liking to them. It's been enough to satiate their need for attention and allowed him to take lead in the kitchen. Dinner's finished, and he wipes his brow of a job well-done ( should he say so himself ). Sweat, a few of Mana's tears in the background, but thankfully no blood up to this point. Looking at the time on his phone, Takashi notes Mikey should be home soon. Omurice for everyone, the table neatly decorated, and a very large dorayaki 'cake' ready with candles rested upon one of the counters. With Luna and Mana's help, Mikey's serving of omurice had a little star and a little dinosaur drawn on it ( granted they were not artists ). With that, Takashi dusts his hands before quickly catching wind of Babu outside.

Takashi's already out the door, signature smirk across his features. “ Welcome back, birthday boy. You ready for dinner? Or are you skipping to gifts first? ”

[norovvareta]

@kyukicho ding dong

Sanzu was mercurial at best. Violent in a terrifying and indiscriminate way at worst, and unfortunately for everyone around him, this was always amplified tenfold after he had been using.

And that was his default.

He hadn't meant to sock whoever pulled away his blanket in the eye -- not that he felt any remorse over it whatsoever -- but it wasn't intentional. Mostly.

"The fuck's your problem?" he asked, rolling away without even looking to see who he slugged, not that it should matter. But it might. But he was so cozy again, what would it hurt if he just dozed.. back.. off?

No.

He scrunched up his face, preparing for the onslaught of unwanted yellow light and lowered the blanket again.

"What?"

[captivemuses]

"What the hell happened to your face?"

[rake-rake]

✵ Noritoshi for Yuta

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.

Their first impression of your muse:

"I had heard his name before from Satoru so I knew he was the KAmo heir and had their blood manipulation technique, but I didn't have any preconceived notions until we actually faced at the school exchange. I though his control denoted incredible focus and years of practice, it was very outstanding to see. I felt a bit bad about winning with just a katana... but all that was the reason I approached him later, I wanted to befriend him."

Current impression:   

"Everything I thought was right, he's outstanding in every sense and the picture of what a sorcerer should be I think. I guess I can feel a bit lacking at his side in that sense. I've also found out he's incredibly kind and caring, even towards someone like me."

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

"I mean... we're dating, so I'd say so." <- red.

Something they find frightening about your muse:

"I wouldn't really call it frightening, but he's truly determined and I can see him continuing down only one path once he's decided to do so. That might be either something good or bad. Then again, I'm not truly one to talk."

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

"He's very... loving, romantic. It's hard to explain, but just being close to him is enough to make me feel warm. His smile is very pleasant too."

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

"I'd like to, but I couldn't; there's still man things I need to do before I can allow myself to finally rest like that. I would, however, always put myself in danger's way from him."

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

"We already do, although I wish we had the chance of more."

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

"Inspiring. If I were a poet, I feel like Noritoshi would be my muse."

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: 

"I don't see reason why I would do that."

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

"I already do, although hugging is not that common. I'm not great with that kind of show of affection."

[soulsballad]

@kyukicho: "Be honest Emma.... where'd you hide my towel!?" - Mikey

" eh? " comes her response, brows furrowing for a moment before her visage relaxes. " your towel? it's in for a wash, idiot. " why on earth he thought she'd want to hide his towel was beyond her. maybe she'd hide it now after it was washed and dried. " i mean, it's not like you know how to work the washing machine... just use another towel for now. " little did emma know his favourite towel was currently in the washer with one of emma's bright pink shirts, and they'd soon find out mikey's favourite towel was now a pale pink. oops.

[ashrifts]

* . ⊹◞ ㅤ@kyukichoㅤ↪ㅤmistletoe meme :ㅤㅤ❝ ㅤ🌿🍒 - Kakucho!ㅤ❞

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞,ㅤwhen he used to be a teenager sipping on his glass of soda mixed with rum sitting on his leather couch watching petty criminals trip over themselves trying to win his favor with presents, not in heartwarming moments shared between friends and lovers. the merry in merry christmas had been the swell of pride and power in his chest, in the cruelty in his gaze as he ordered people to debase themselves to prove worthy of serving him.

christmas now still features criminals vying for his attention, as they tend to do to the moment they spot the hanafuda tattoo in any executive's skin, but there's a tradition ran has become even fonder of in the last decade: ditching the networking parties to go back home with his family and enjoy the rest of the evening with them and them alone. rindou had chosen to stay behind for a little longer, though, so tonight it is only ran and kakucho at the haitanis' apartment, room illuminated only by the television screen playing a seasonal movie and the gentle glow of the fireplace.

kakucho's talking about something or other, but ran hasn't been paying attention, content to lean his head against the other's shoulder and close his eyes, allowing kakucho's voice to lull him to sleep... until the sound of a crunch startles him awake, and he peers up at his companion to find him snacking on the food ran had forgotten he'd left prepared on the table before them. he's about to huff at his nap being interrupted until his eyes catch the deep red of a cherry on a dessert.

he gets an idea.

stretching his arms over his head back into wakefulness, ran then reaches over to the snacks to pluck the fruit off the slice of cake it decorated. the whipped cream sticks to the cherry, and ran's lids lower at the same time his voice does, bringing it to his lips to lick it off. his eyes glint mischievously.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤhave you heard of the mistletoe tradition, kakucho?ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe begins airily, gently swinging the cherry from side to side like a hypnotic coin.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤlegend says you must kiss the person you stand under a mistletoe with, or you'll have bad, bad luck. it sounds awful, doesn't it?ㅤ’

smiling like the cat who got the cream, ran raises the cherry by the stem and hangs it over both their heads.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤoh?ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe says, voice flat with mock surprise.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤwho could've possibly put that there?ㅤ’

── and he carelessly throws it over his shoulder before swinging a leg and shamelessly sitting on kakucho's lap.

kissing kakucho is always a slow affair; ran likes to take his time memorizing every crease of his shirt as his hands travel a familiar path up his firm chest, palms cupping either side of kakucho's neck as their lips meet. his blissed out sigh is caught in between the languid dance of their lips, ran's eyes slipping shut contentedly when his body relaxes into kakucho's frame, turning two bodies into one, sharing a bone-deep warmth that no winter wind can reach. his fingers absentmindedly play with midnight strands, playfully curling kakucho's hair at the base of his neck before tugging at it, guiding his head further back to prompt a gasp out of him that allows ran's tongue to venture inside, his own chuckle muffled. ran can hear little else but the wet smack of their lips, the pleased hums at the back of his throat, and the fast drumming of his heart betraying the confident movements of his hands guiding kakucho's down to his waist.

ran slowly pulls back just enough so the tip of their noses are still touching, their warm breaths mingling. fair cheeks are tinted pink, violet eyes half-lidded, but his smile is as composed as always, as if his chest isn't rising and falling quicker with silent, but heavy breaths.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤi suppose this means we've successfully managed to avoid a terrible luck falling upon us,ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe teases, but his eyes haven't left kakucho's kiss-swollen lips once.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤbut let's make sure, hm?ㅤ’

he leans down and kisses him again, joyful christmas music echoing throughout the apartment from the forgotten television.

[ofcrossroads]

i'd totally ... 😜 || @kyukicho

"I'd totally fuck you" Miku may have had a bit too much to drink.

The concept wasn't surprising. Mikuni had made it obvious even if he wouldn't admit to it outside of his share of drinks, but Tsurugi was patient and prepared to wait for Mikuni to move past the need for liquid courage. The surprising part, however, was hearing such crude language come out of his mouth.

“ Ehhhh? Right now? ” He cooed, obviously amused over the idea. “ Kuni-chan will pass out before too long. That wouldn't be any fun. ” Tsurugi looked at Mikuni skeptically like he didn't believe him. “ Besides, I thought you were the making love type. ”

[revengesworn]

"I finally found you, Mikey."

Draken has spent many hours wondering how he'd feel in this moment. Upon setting eyes on Mikey again, for the first time in so long... finally, he's met him once more.

When Mikey abandoned his friends, beating them up and spitting on their friendship in the process, Draken couldn't understand it. He'd been angry, so angry that he thought he'd lose his mind. He's been broken- devastated, crushed by the weight of despair that Mikey's actions brought upon him, wanting to know too many things - why would you do this? how did I miss this? -that he'd never get the answers for.

He'd tried. But Draken... couldn't abandon Mikey. In fact, even trying to let him go is one of the things Draken feels most ashamed of now. He knows how much Mikey suffered, and he knows Mikey - that that bond they shared, their friendship, the moments they had with each other... they couldn't have been a lie.

So Mikey must have some reason for all this. Draken has no clue what could be, but... how could he live with himself, if he didn't try to figure it out?

"You've been busy. But you can't avoid me forever, you know."

@kyukicho ( starter for mikey! )

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

@kyukicho replied: Noe VC Bite? :o

"Is that a question to see if you can?..." A subtle pause, with Micchan tilting his head slightly.

"Or... An invitation that you'd like to be bitten instead~..." Truth be told, he wasn't overly concerned with which answer it was-- But, that wasn't about to stop him for being curious. Nor passing up a chance to tease~.

[brazenlystrong]

Cont. [x] // @kyukicho

His sense of calm is anchored in his well-earned self-confidence. Satoru’s composure is not faltering despite Mahito’s ongoing talk and supposedly what sounds like threatening suggestions. A nonchalant expression enchased the sorcerer’s face, likely accentuated due to the blindfold hiding his eyes.

He senses him coming close in an attempt to touch him. His automated Infinity detects the danger level of it and enhances itself to protect him.

“Your blabbing is as annoying as nails on a chalkboard, pitchface.” A tepid response comes as Gojo reaches up to tuck his thumb beneath his blindfold and pushes it upward to reveal an eye as a warning.

"I prefer you to be silent."

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho said: "Yo, Tora." There's a little less emphasis in Keisuke's words than normal. A little less bark as if he's contemplating something on his end. "It ever bother ya that I ain't really a sappy romantic? Like I don't do all that cliche stuff?"

   The sunlight is warm against Kazutora’s face as he lays on the ground of Baji’s room, lazily flicking through the pages of a magazine without really reading it. It’s a comfortable silence, warm and cozy in a way that his place never is. He’s contemplating an afternoon nap when he hears Baji call him. It’s strange though. It sounds softer than usual, like he’s distracted by something else. “ Hmm? “  Kazutora closes the magazine and tosses it to the side while he turns to look at his boyfriend. “ What’s up, Kei? “

   The question causes his eyebrows to raise in surprise. Since when did Baji worry about things like that? Especially when it’s Kazutora, who would knowingly lick knives and bleed for just a scrap of affection. He digs his claws into the smallest bit and curls around it tightly. If anyone would know that, it’s Keisuke. Maybe it’s because Kazutora gives his all in love; intense and passionate like there is no promise of tomorrow. He puts effort into holidays and random days. Has he done something to make Baji worry? The thought makes him frown slightly and he sits up with a soft jingle of his earring.

   “ What brought this up? “ He asks, and then addresses the question with a shake of his head. “ Nah, not really. I know that’s not your thing. “ Kazutora stands up so he can lean against the side of Baji’s bed to gaze down at him with a smile. “ Besides, you might complain but you always go along with what I want to do. So if I wanted to do something horribly cliché, you’d go along with it. “ That did mean it depended on Kazutora to plan it, or speak up about if he wanted something. ( This is already more than he deserves. ) “ Maybe sometimes a surprise would be nice. But it doesn’t really bother me. You’re always there when it matters most. “  He tilts his head with a smile, bending to give him a quick kiss and fondly tuck a strand of black hair behind Baji’s ear. “ You’re Keisuke, I love you as you are now. Lack of sappy romance included. “ He grins playfully, teasing with his last statement. “ And we go on midnight rides or star gaze sometimes, that’s pretty romantic. “

   He bites his own bottom lip, a surefire sign he’s thinking. “ Why? Did I do something to make you think that? “ He asks after a minute, his pulse picking up with a thread of anxiety at the thought, and voice soft with concern.