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Yo wassup it's the mod of the dearest Tsubasa.. Momentarily I will be putting him on break (Two weeks) and then I'll bring him back mostly because I've got tests for the next two weeks sobsss..

ON A COOL NOTE, AFTER THAT SCHOOL IS OUT AND I'LL BE VERY FREE FOR LIKE.. WHATEVER!! Plus, I'll be working and tweeking on lore stuff for her since it's sort of all scrambled around in my head right nowww.. ANYWAYS! That's it :3 If I do post on here it'll probably just be reblogs of stuff (If that happens) OKAY BYE BYE :DD

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decided to make a quick/small oc relationship chart thing (how he views the others)

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My baby

You can tell this is not canon because he will never feel this much joy in his entire life /j

(Also by the fact he would probably be wearing more layers in the public but I got lazy)

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I love my horribly edited text posts anyways

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whoever decided parties should have this wack lighting should be stoned <3

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istg if i have to sit through 6 hours of this godforsaken party w/o distraction im going 2 fight some1!!

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happy birthday 2 my bff sayuri-channn <3

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sayuri-chans birthday party is coming up this friday bwaahh im so excited!! <3

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daddy dearest is in a whole different country?? what??

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bwah i keep falling asleep w/ my makeup on n ruining the pillows

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THOSE SHE CALLS “FRIENDS”: Daisies

Imai Hitomi II 16 Years Old

Voice Claim; Asuka from Evangelion (EN) Song Representing Her; Cherry Bomb by The Runaways

Hitomi is the newest addition to their group! Fun fact, her hair is actually brown but in the middle of freshmen, she dyed it orange and blue! She got into an insane amount of trouble because of it but refuses to dye it back. The entire commotion gained her a lot of attention.

Hitomi sees herself above relationships (despite the fact she has had diehard crushes in the past) and hasn’t dated before. She’s comparably a lot more outspoken and blunt to everyone else within their group. She absolutely LOATHES the passive types and has troubles empathizing with them.

Due to this, she has a particularly strong dislike towards Tsubasa 

She’s very verbal when it comes to putting other’s down, she’s aggressive and isn’t the type to listen to the other side when in an argument. All bark, although she will bite when tempted. She’s ended up in detention at least every few months for incidents like pulling other girls’ hair out and etc..

She might be overcompensating for the fact she finds herself the least attractive within her group and so acts this way in order to make herself stand out among them

“Tsukumo’s okay. I guess.”

“But let’s be honest, yeah? She’s a fake ass bitch whose, truly? The most aggravating person I’ve EVER met. She OBVIOUSLY thinks she’s above everyone and is only hanging out with us because she thinks she’s doing “charity work”. Guess what, bitch? I’m not falling for your scheme like all these other dumbasses are.”

Sayuri

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"I am. That's why I'm trying to get you to your bed so we can go to bed." *He said, head going off to one side.*

*So right. Tsubasa had completely abandoned his own room for the past week. Because he had been (literally) sleeping with Renji. Because he found it, one, much easier to sleep with him next to them, he found out. And two, it gave him some form of consolation that there was someone in that empty home besides her.*

*And the fact he just legitimately preferred it. The opposite hadn't protested against it yet, so he'd make himself at home. Next to him. Where it was warm.*

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*

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“I’ve got enough money to go around. Papa’s still sending me allowance by the end of the week.” *He shrugged. He felt the glasses slip from his face, and to his joy, was close enough to see how the other looked with them on.*

“Don’t wear them for too long and mess up your eyes and further. Although seeing the like this, my frames are definitely thinner than yours.” *He said as he watched the blond’s eyes squint. He then thought back on the singular time they saw the other wearing the glasses. It had been implanted deep enough in his mind so the image hadn’t left him yet.*

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*

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”Oh yeah, I haven’t seen frames in a good second.” *He said, tapping the side of his own glasses.*

“We probably don’t have the same prescription, but wanna give them a go?” *He asked with an amused grin.*

“We should also add that to the bucket list of things we should probably buy you.” *He mumbled, ticking it onto the mental one he had been curating over the past week.*

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*

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“Ah, Sayuri-Chan and Hikari-Chan.” *He responded almost immediately. There was a flicker of hot heat in the back of throat, the type that engulfs your entire body and makes you see red. Although he distinguished it. Sort of, it was still there. Sparks of it.*

”Yeah, sorry about that. They’re.. unique.” *He said, putting it in the kindest way possible to say they were bitches. He made a note of it though, to at least try to stir them clear of Renji’s path in a discreet manner.*

“And I’m only staring because you are. I assumed we were having a staring contest.” *He said in a faux haughty tone, more to cover up the fact that he had been subconsciously staring at the other for who knows how long.*

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*

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”..To my misfortune, I actually see the appeal in that.” *He said, looking off to the side. Besides the reactions it’d get, he’d have an excuse to talk to the other in school.*

*It wouldn’t be wrong to compare Renji to an addictive drug, and how after the first high, you seek it more and more. At first, just seeing him every once a while was enough. Now he saw him everyday at home. Even then, it didn’t feel enough. He wanted to talk to him at school too. Which, was considerably weird as he never actively seeked out another’s attention before. Never had to, but look at her now. Another new experience.*

“Although I think you’d end up getting weird looks afterwards every time my friends passed by you.” *He said, almost scoffing at the idea of his friends scowling at Renji.*

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*

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“Tiring, but I feel it’s worth it.” *He said. The second comment made him blink and stare blankly at the other, the silence between them deafening, before covering a laugh with the back of his hands.*

“You’re plenty dreamy already, Nakamura. Get anymore and I might faint.” *He phrased as a joke despite the fact a little voice in the back of his head was pleading for him to stop. Because wow, his ears felt warm as the words escaped him.*

“..But I appreciate the thought.” *He said, with the softest of smiles upturning on the corners of his lips.*

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*