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cooking wasn’t exactly a hobby of itsuki’s or anything , but it was definitely something he knew how to do properly . it took him more time - considering his need to sanitize & keep his workstation clean , but he eventually finished the meal he prepared for yugi . finally meeting up with the other , he hands him the carefully wrapped bento with a gloved hand .   ❝ here . you shouldn’t forget to eat during finals . ❞   // @welivetoserve​

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he stops struggling when he feels the other take the bottle away from him . a pout settles on his face , quite peeved that he was so bent out of shape that he couldn’t even open something with child safety features in it . typical of him . yui huffs , hand placed on top of zen’s & he remains silent for a few moments . 

this..... wasn’t something he could fix . or really even help with for that matter .

yui kneels on the ground in front of the couch , cerulean eyes panning over zen’s form before his sights rest on his face again .   ❝ that..... really fucking sucks , ❞   he mutters , his voice just as defeated as the other’s . 

❝ so , what are you gonna do ? ❞   it was a vague question , & he really wasn’t even sure what he meant by that . what was he gonna do right now ? about the show ? when the show debuts without him ? probably with some kind of shitty understudy..... yeah , this wasn’t a good question to ask . yui’s free hand rubs at the side of his own neck .   ❝ i mean..... you can’t do the show , can you ? ❞

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❝ stop apologizing , ❞   he dismisses immediately , his expression looking annoyed that zen would even think about apologizing for something like this . it was an accident , it wasn’t his fault . carefully to avoid the other’s sprained ankle , yui leans closer to so he could reach out & flick the older’s forehead .   ❝ that’s for not calling me when it happened , though . ❞

the very moment zen mentions painkillers , though , yui nods his head & heads straight for the bathroom cabinet without hesitation . right , he should have brought those sooner . 

he rummages through the cabinet until he retrieves a small bottle of painkillers & brings them back to the kitchen to get a glass of water as well . when he returns to the couch , he hands zen the glass of water .   ❝ alright , take two of these - ❞   he starts as he struggles to open the bottle of painkillers . 

    Zen lets out a huff of a whine at the sharp infliction of the other’s finger hitting his forehead. A hand immediately comes up to nurse it, watching the other’s retreating form to retrieve the pain killers. When Yui does return, Zen watches him struggle to open the bottle of pills, which prompts him to set the glass and lay his hands over his boyfriend’s. He leans forward, lips pressing a little kiss to the apple of Yui’s cheek.     He manages to uncap the pain killers and takes two of them, handing off the bottle. “I don’t think I’ll be okay to perform by the time the show starts,” Zen mentions, clearly defeated. He inhales shakily, resting back against the couch as his hands come to fold over his stomach.     “They said they would keep me in mind for the next show, but this is the second time this has happened and it doesn’t get any easier,” Zen mutters more to himself than to the other, hand gliding over his features. 

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With a frown on his face and holding a paper bag in his hands, Yui decided to throw it towards Yuri's direction, making sure that the other could grab in his hands. "Here's your stupid lunch." It's a handmade bento.

❥     UNPROMPTED .

❝ chiiii - heeheehee ! ❞   the bag is caught , no problem . he’s gotten so used to relying on yui for meals , that he’s stopped bothering with even going to the campus cafeteria at this point . plus , yui’s food was much better , anyway .

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// still alive . gonna try to get around to doing replies next weekend .

// hey . i have to go on a sudden hiatus . i have no idea when i’ll be back .

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// hey . i have to go on a sudden hiatus . i have no idea when i’ll be back .

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kissahten​:

    Zen smiles, relishing in the warmth of Yui’s skin as he presses a plethora of kisses to every inch, looping around the front of his throat to attack the other side. His palms weigh heavy on Yui’s waist, keeping him impossibly close as his hands lift away from him. “All mine,” Zen croons, nosing the hinge of Yui’s jaw.      “First thing’s first, then,” Zen murmurs, pulling back for their gazes to meet. “Call me hyung, okay?” 

the look he first gives zen about calling him “ hyung “ is a bit skeptical - he’s fallen for this once before . but , he did say he’d do whatever zen wanted . hopefully , this wouldn’t cost him what remains of his pride .

❝ whatever you say , hyung . ❞

being led over to their bed made that signature grin return onto yui’s expression , hands pressed to the mattress on either side of zen so he can look over every inch of him . that is , until his first instructions are given . leaning close to give a quick nip at zen’s collarbone , he drifts downward , tugging off the other’s pants with ease now that he’d been toying with them all this time . 

fingertips slip underneath layers of clothing to peel them out of his way , hand immediately making gentle contact with zen’s erection . cerulean eyes glance up at his lover with mischief , letting his tongue graze slowly up the other’s shaft . positioned perfectly between the other’s legs , he lets his lips just barely cover the head of zen’s cock , tongue swiping back & forth teasingly before he’d bob his head down slowly , taking all of him in from head to base .

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Spring was here, and he could tell mostly with the petals dancing in the air. However, his eyes were focused on certain blond locks before lifting his hand to touch them, placing them softly against the other's ear as his fingertips held a small pink petal. "Pretty." Itsuki mumbled before turning his face away, knwoing that it was burning. "Anyway, should we get back inside, Ito-chan?"

❥     UNPROMPTED .

with eyes hyper-focused on the petals that fell from the trees , koshiro flinched when he felt the other’s fingertips graze his hair . a matching pink color dusts across his features , but he returns the smile to itsuki anyway .   ❝ mm . yeah , ❞   he mumbles with a nod , reaching out to gently take the other’s hand in hopes that he’d look at him again .

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kissahten​:

     Having gotten home a little earlier than expected, Zen was ready to spend the rest of his birthday at home with Yui. Exhausted from the promotional shoot, he’s fortunate that everyone had been so kind and encouraging, even offering to take him out for celebratory drinks – which had been tempting, but his prior plans took priority. The smell of bread wafts through the house and Zen’s features blossom into a smile as he trails further in to find his boyfriend.      His heart nearly skips out of his chest as the pair of arms find their way around his waist. He instinctively leans into the touch, smile softening as he leans into the lips pressed below his ear. His heart picks up pace as the realization hits: 2 hours?      “Of course,” he replies quickly, turning over in Yui’s arms as he catches the other’s wrists into his grasp. He beams, leaning in to place a proper kiss to Yui’s lips as he walks their bodies into the neighboring wall. “Smells good in here,” Zen murmurs between feverish pecks, hands coming into contact with the other’s hips to push his towel down.      “Mm, and so do you,” Zen murmurs as lips meet the crook of his neck, teeth grazing over the pulse point of Yui’s neck. “Is this the first course?” he breathes an airy chuckle, guiding Yui’s hands back to his own clothing. 

he grins into each of those kisses , his hands moving immediately to the closures of zen’s pants as soon as his fingers were guided back .   ❝ could be , ❞   he teases back , pressing kisses to the other’s neck in return as he lets his towel fall haphazardly to the floor without care . 

❝ i’m gonna let you do whatever you want . appreciate it . ❞   with that , he relinquishes his control on the other’s clothing , holding his hands up as if he were being arrested .   ❝ i’m yours , ❞   yui nearly growls .

it was tempting to just jump zen right then & there , but it was his birthday , & he’d be good long enough to let the other take all control . at least for now . he lets his back press against the wall , moving his head toward one side to ease access to his neck .

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yui made sure to time everything perfect - & despite still having a few things in the oven at a low temperature , he made sure he’d just gotten out of the shower by the time zen got home . which , of course , meant that he hadn’t quite bothered to get dressed yet .   ❝ yeah , i’m in the bedroom , ❞   he calls casually , stifling a snicker that passes his lips . before zen could walk into the room , however , yui would lean his back against the wall next to the door so that he could gently wrap his arms around the other’s waist from behind when he walks in . 

❝ hey , ❞   he chimes as he rests his chin on zen’s shoulder , his own body clad in nothing but a towel around his hips . hands slide down the other’s front , already working at his clothing .

❝ we have about 2 hours to kill before the meal i prepped for ya’s ready . so , tell me - ❞   fingers slip down the front of zen’s pants freely , lips pressed close to his earlobe as yui’s voice drops an octave .   ❝ can you go 2 hours ? ❞   // @kissahten

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kissahten​:

   Zen groans all the more audibly at Yui’s nagging, but decides that’s all he’ll do to argue. Yui was right. He needed to go to the hospital and the fact that they weren’t going now was surprising, but the exhaustion in his face made it evident that rest would be the most important thing. He sits back into the sofa, lifting his leg to prop it up while the other rummages in the kitchen.      The ice is welcomed. He lets out a soft hiss of a sigh as his head lulls back against the back of the couch. Evident in the way his brows are furrowed, he’s mentally scolding himself for having been so foolish. Another injury? Especially when they were in the midst of trying to land Yui a job and the pay from this gig would’ve ensured them living comfortably for the next few months.      “Don’t say that,” Zen croaks, lower lip quivering a bit as his eyes squeeze shut even tighter. “It’s not broken at least,” he tries to wager, huffing somewhat of an exhausted laugh. “I can’t believe I’ve done this, Yui. I’m so sorry,” why was he apologizing? As if it could reverse the effects now. His head tips to the side, eyes opening to look over the other’s pensive expression. “I need some pain killers too. They’ll help some of the inflammation.” 

❝ stop apologizing , ❞   he dismisses immediately , his expression looking annoyed that zen would even think about apologizing for something like this . it was an accident , it wasn’t his fault . carefully to avoid the other’s sprained ankle , yui leans closer to so he could reach out & flick the older’s forehead .   ❝ that’s for not calling me when it happened , though . ❞

the very moment zen mentions painkillers , though , yui nods his head & heads straight for the bathroom cabinet without hesitation . right , he should have brought those sooner . 

he rummages through the cabinet until he retrieves a small bottle of painkillers & brings them back to the kitchen to get a glass of water as well . when he returns to the couch , he hands zen the glass of water .   ❝ alright , take two of these - ❞   he starts as he struggles to open the bottle of painkillers . 

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welivetoserve​:

              　Jiro was the only one working the closing shift that day, the manager was not around either so bringing Itome to the back wouldn’t be an issue. In the back there was boxes of exess stock and pet food, then they turn the corner and as promise there was a large pen with baby bunnies. Jiro guides Koshiro’s hand into the pen and lets his fingers gently brush against one of the rabbit’s fur.   

                  ❝ These guys are just a little too young to be put up for adoption. We’re going to wait another week before we start showing them to customers. They’re pretty cute, huh~ ❞

koshiro’s sights glance around the partially-crowded stock room before they make it back to the pen with the small animals just barely hopping around on their tiny feet . a soft smile falls onto his expression when his fingers barely graze one of the baby rabbits . lavender eyes were fixated on the little ones , & he doesn’t respond to jiro at first . 

he stays there in silence for quite some time , just petting the rabbits like he’d been transported into his own little world . finally returning to reality , he glances over toward jiro .   ❝ they’re adorable , ❞   koshiro murmurs , hand slipping seamlessly from the rabbit’s fur to jiro’s hand . 

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ambivalent-auguries​:

Ethan watches the blond shift in bed, wearing an adoring smile as he admires Akizawa bathing in the morning sunlight. At the man’s question, surprise crosses his features, before they mellow out under the influence of an affectionate expression.

“Of course,” he mutters, leaning upwards to press a kiss against the other’s lips. “But I have to say,” he says leaning back against the pillow as his fingers find the blond’s, “I think we should consider this… Building something together. Rather than you just moving in to my place,” he explains, a shadow of worry descending upon his features. “I want to share my life with you, Aki. I don’t want to make the same mistakes.”

at that response , akizawa’s expression looks confused . his eyes gloss over ethan as he takes in what the other was saying .   ❝ i want to share my life with you as well , ethan . ❞   although , the worried expression on his lover’s features wasn’t very reassuring with those words .

akizawa keeps his fingers laced with ethan’s as he sits up on the bed , eyes glancing down at the other’s expression against the window’s light .   ❝ but , i’m not sure what you mean . are you denying my request to move back in ? ❞

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kissahten​:

   As soon as Yui’s voice comes through, Zen feels his stomach flip with shame. Maybe coming home first wasn’t the best idea, but the idea of calling Yui from the hospital seemed even worse. At least, from what he imagined. His whole body tenses, trying to keep himself grounded as Yui dotes over his current state. He smiles sadly, shaking his head away from the other’s touch to his forehead. “I messed up,” he admits quietly, tone wavering as he avoids the other’s gaze.     Though, he feels an overwhelming rush of relief at the lack of weight pressed to his ankle as soon as Yui offers the support. “The stage wasn’t finished with construction and we were marking our spots. I got ahead of myself in one of my monologues and tripped and fell. I don’t think it’s broken but…” he looks down between them, lifting his ankle enough to help ease the ache as they stagger into the apartment.     “I don’t think I need a hospital. I just need to rest,” Zen croaks, finding refuge on their couch. “Maybe some ice too. My ankle has a pretty bad swell,” which, he suspects its from walking home on it instead of seeking out help. To be fair, though, Zen wasn’t feel nearly as bad leaving the studio as he does now. 

a huff leaves his lips as he lowers zen onto the couch , letting his gaze pan over the other’s body & land at his ankle . a sound seethes through his teeth - it definitely looks bad . yui runs a hand roughly through blue hair before he turns toward the kitchen & walks off .

❝ well , tough shit . because we’re going first thing tomorrow morning , ❞   he spits back , though his annoyance toward zen mostly stems from the other not going to a hospital first than it was the fact that he got hurt at all . he knows zen has a dramatic side to him , & it comes out the most when he’s performing . so if he was that much in the zone , he was definitely performing well .

but , this still sucked .

shuffling around the kitchen , yui wraps ice in a clean cloth for a make-shift  ice pack . when he returns , he takes a seat on the arm of the couch , gently placing the cloth on top of zen’s ankle .   ❝ shit.... it really doesn’t look good . ❞

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kissahten​:

    As Jules mingles with the clients, he fails to notice Tooru’s watchful eye on the product itself. The conversation goes by quickly and before another beat of silence can drop, the topic of pricing comes up. Jules is all smiles at this point, confident that the clients aren’t only purchasing one of the pieces, but multiple. One of which – is real.     “Honestly, these pieces will find a home in your care. One of a kind, a true treasure. We will provide the shipment and it will be sent to your residence within the next 14 days,” Jules explains, hands clasped tight around the older gentleman’s hand. He flashes him one last smile and guides him and the woman along towards another room to finalize the payments.     When the clients finally leave, Jules re-emerges from the room to return to Tooru. “And so?” he inquires, hands coming down on top of the other’s shoulders. “What did you learn?” 

loyal & undoubting , tooru remained quiet throughout the entirety of the time jules spoke with the other man about the room’s paintings . his eyes are set on the other’s back when he leaves with his client , making eye contact with him against for merely a second before his gaze falls to the ground when jules asks him the next inquiry . 

his shoulders tense at the other’s touch , & teal eyes are fixed on the ground .   ❝ i-i’m...... confused . chuules - ❞   he attempts to look back up at the taller figure .   ❝ aren’t some of the paintings replicas ? ❞   the words mixed with his expression make it clear that there’s nothing malicious behind the question , simply an observation . 

because to tooru , everything jules did must have a good reason , right ?

he fidgets with his fingers , eyes casting out around the room .   ❝ that one over there.... ❞   he points out to one of the paintings the client previously looked at .   ❝ that one’s real though , right ? ❞

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hancfubuki​:

      stopping on his track to examine the place, his eyes were looking for a spot where they could stay. as ayato was already clinging onto him, he decided to keep walking knowing perfectly that the other was going to follow. “i was gonna stay even if you didn’t want to.” he joked, even though he knew that ayato would always stick around. “look at that rock over there.” he said, pointing right in front of them to a spot where a rock was giving enough shadow. 

      “we could leave everything there.” as he was honestly planning on going directly to the sea. so without much hesitation, he ran towards the designated place, taking his shoes off and leaving them in the sand. 

❝ ooooh ~ ❞   he trills , eyes panning over to the shaded area yui pointed out . he couldn’t care less where exactly they stayed - he just knew he’d have no problem spending time here with him . honestly , since joining the yari-bu , ayato wasn’t sure when the last time they really got to hang out was . something for them to do for their own leisure , & not sexual relief . 

the idea was actually...... really nice .

shoes & his shirt are discarded aside yui’s belongings , tossing his phone on top of the pile as well before he drags the other along toward the water . no one is given a chance to feel out the temperature of the water before ayato’s already giving his best friend a mischievous grin & sending a wave of water in yui’s direction .