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AYAME SOHMA

for yuki sohma — @zercn​ ​ from ayame sohma

their relationship has been on the rocks for as long as he could remember but he blames no one but himself. the consequences that he was reaping was no other than his own, and so he finally comes to terms with them, accepting yuki and all of the bitterness that came with him. it had taken him some time to come into recognition of this, and so, here he was today. in front of the sohma house, a basket filled with fruit, prancing into shigure’s living quarters with an extended arm, flinging the door wide open. “good morning, peasants!” he lets off a boisterous laugh, hand coming to gently press against his temple, in a grand gesture of welcoming himself into the sohma home, “it is i, ayame.” his eyes twinkle against the morning haze, quickly placing the basket down onto the table.

making himself at home, as he settles down by the table, “come now, yuki! indulge me with your kind words of how much you’ve missed your dear brother, hmm?” he knows yuki has no intentions of doing so, but if he had to force an interaction with his beloved younger brother, he would do just that. he could already sense the distaste in the atmosphere. “don’t be shy now, yuki or else i might just have to make myself comfortable with tohru over there.” a sheepish grin forming on his features.

     the greeting already has him wanting to go right back to sleep as the flamboyant character that is his brother, prances into the estate as if he owned the place. the noise that was echoing throughout his delicate ears translates that laughter into an incessant scream that made him just want to slap his brother into another dimension. yuki eyes the basket on the table, gaze shifting to his brother who’s posing like some sort of idiot by the door— a sigh immediately leaving him.  “what are yo—” and he was cut off right before he could finish off his question, a frown forming on his features as he narrows in his gaze on his brother in annoyance. it was too early to be feeling this way, but here he was— annoyed early in the morning.

     ayame’s words only annoying him further as he drags tohru’s name into the conversation. “leave her out of this.” he manages to respond in between sighs, “if you’ve come here for praise, the door to leave is right where you came through.” arm raising to point at the entrance that was now the sole exit point for his brother, in hopes that the older male would just leave. but perhaps that dream was too hopeful to be true. “you can leave now.” he speaks with an almost authoritative tone, arms moving to cross firmly before him. “leave.” 

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TOHRU HONDA &&. YUKI SOHMA @znmaki​

     summer vacation was coming to an end, and as things began to pick up again in preparation for the new term— shigure suggested that they all go out for a family trip to the mountains for some fresh air. a little harmless road trip that would everyone some good and hopefully encourage everyone to get along with each other a little more. yuki was promised that his snake of brother ayame, would not be invited but to his horrid surprise he found his brother welcoming them at the entrance of their cabin. he supposes that at least from their cabin, he would be able to see the city lights flicker on and off in the distance— a good reminder that at least out here, things were more peaceful. 

     and he was determined to make tohru feel at ease on this short trip before the school term commences again. he makes sure to have dishes prepared prior to every meal, as their cabin was an extentions of the sohma sauna resort. the family chef did well to have everything prepared and presentable, it had been so long since he was able to enjoy such a large meal without the worry that tohru would work herself to death. 

     he turns to her, “are you feeling well?” the sudden change of temperature had thrown everyone off a sore bit, he could feel himself getting a little chilly from the breeze rustling in between the wooden doors, seeping into the room with a gentle whistle. “dig in, before it gets cold.” he reminds her, a smile gracing at his corners as crescents form amongst amethyst hues. “say, you haven’t told me which classes you’ll be taking next term. will you be coordinating your classes with ms uotani and ms hanajima?” 

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TOHRU HONDA &&. KYO SOHMA @znmaki​

     the festival was a lot larger in scale than he had anticipated, the lanterns adorning the sides of the walkways and the brightly lit lights scaling the stalls made everything a thousand times more bright than necessary. he found himself almost squinting to get passed all the glaring lights only to find his hand empty, that his grip had loosen for a slight moment and there she was — gone. gone out of his sights. digits tapping into one another to ensure that what he felt was right, that feeling lost between his fingers was truly indeed, missing. panic wrecks havoc as feline hues flicker open, they widen enough that he looks more threatening than anticipated. 

     he aggressively turns to both sides in a panicked haze but to no avail as he finds a missing tohru all to be true. “argh!” escaping from his lips in a hiss, digits running through his orange strands, clearly stressed by the outcome. “damn it, i told her to stay by my side and to hold on tight—” he huffs beneath his breath, cursing himself more than her in his mind. if only he was more careful, this festival could be full of creeps ready to pounce on any unsuspecting airhead, his unsuspecting airhead— tohru, the unsuspecting airhead. a shaky sigh leaving him again, this time trudging through the sea of people, arms moving to elbow people out of his way, enough for him to see ahead of him, just in hopes of being able to spot tohru again. 

     it felt as though hours had went by. they he had been searching for days, that he should file a missing persons report immediately, only to finally catch a glimmer of the ribbon he had tied onto her hair earlier. “tohru!” he screams, louder than he had thought, as the people surrounding him turn back to glare at him with slight oddity lathering their gaze and he only hisses back in response. “tohru!” he repeats, this time forgetting to lower his voice, making himself sound as loud as possible, “tohru!” a hand reaching out from the ocean of people, grabbing onto the back of her attire, tugging her back towards him, “what did i tell you about lea—” he pauses, gaze drifting to the stall in front of her, a sigh immediately leaving him in response, “don’t tell me you were really trying to win something.” his expression morphs into one of ridicule, “it’s most likely a scam trying to scam people who really think they can shoot all ten ducks in thirty seconds.” a smirk stretching across his lips, as his gaze rests on the lines of ducks that sat across the board, with prizes lining the stall.