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Well that was easy enough. Usually it took a bit more persistence before people caved, but Himemiya wouldn’t complain. He did, however, stare pointedly at the notebook at the moment. Did he actually carry something like that around? What a nerd.

❝ Mm. Milk tea is fine. ❞ He agreed lazily.  ❝ A big one. ❞

Luckily for Kadowaki the pigtail boy was less than interested in strict fitness regiments, sneeking treats whenever he could. He kept on top of his physical training, so he was very ‘devil may care’ about it.

↳ Alright, his words were now just getting twisted, like his arm would be if     it were physically happening. There wasn’t anything wrong with walking     around the tracks, it was just WHERE he were walking in the tracks that     made it even more questionable.     Aside from that, Megane choose to just let it slide && accept that the dual     colored hair male were here on some visit. 

    “ Alright- alright. I’ll get you a drink. “ 

    Caving into the demands. Hand shoveled into pockets to pull out a notepad. 

    “ What do you want?       Gotta warn you, there’s a lot of ramune && milk tea in the vending machine. “ 

    Highschool, with normal students, the drinks were not always the healthy     variety && if the Hime were anything like Fujiwari, then he was in bad luck     attempting to get a drink here.

    He were so easy to manipulate into doing things .   ↲

#( a beautiful friendship has formed. ) #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩ #shogistrider

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❝ Pretty serious answer. Anyone else would’ve given me some drag-on sentimental spiel. I like that. ❞

┎ ♛ → “It’s the middle of the school year. I don’t really feel like transferring to a school away from my family when I’m the only one there to help out.” → |

#( come to flamingo fight club #when you get high enough in ranks you can have pigtails of ur own. ) #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩

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❝ With a mouth like that you’d do alright with Ichijyokan. You’re a pretty good runner, besides. You just need some stamina. Wanna come over?  ❞

┎ ♛ → “If being pathetic attracts creeps like you that speaks volumes for the rest of your team.” → |

#rocketstarterofhonan #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩

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❝ Like what? Sitting there by yourself? Probably thinking things like ‘my life is so horrible, wah’. You looked pathetic, so I came over.  ❞

┎ ♛ → “The big deal is that I have better things to do then being at your beck and call,” this school… seriously… → |

#rocketstarterofhonan #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩

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❝ What’s the big deal? You were the only one around. Just be useful. ❞ 

┎ ♛ → “Then ask someone else to be your pillow next time.” → |

#rocketstarterofhonan #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩

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❝ What? Can’t I walk around the track like everyone else? ❞ He rolls his head, hands jammed in his pockets listlessly. As Ayumu chooses to ignore the insult, Yuri chooses to ignore nearly everything that doesn’t suit him to answer.

❝ So annoying. ❞ He sighs under his breath.  ❝ Glasses. I’ll forget you bumped into me if you get me a drink. I’m thirsty. ❞

↳  " The phrase, you break it - you buy a new one applies if         you’re the one threatening my eye wear. “ 

     Man, this guy. If he were  walking then what was running with      him? 

    “ Why are you even here…? “

     He were not even going to grace that insult with an answer, may      as well just change the topic quickly instead, probably for the      best on him too.  ↲

#( i'll fite u #and i'll win :l ) #shogistrider #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩

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"Too noisy too...”

┎ ♛ → “Can I not be a pillow for real though? I’m too muscly to be a pillow.” → |

#( be a good first year and carry my books :l ) #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩

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He does not fluff. He simply demands things of others.

#( muse why. )

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It’s coincidence that he find her here. Or perhaps it’s just unlucky. She seems absorbed in the small screen placed on her lap, concentration etched in tiny brows. Her stupid hair is smooth and shiny as it falls over her shoulders. Bitch. Himemiya closes the distance between them, remaining only a few steps away from her before he spoke.

“Honan’s relationer...” It flows smoothly from his lips, expression blank.

                                                                    —relatiions

#( i've come for ur hair bitch >:l !!!! #dramatic noises ) #relatiions #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩

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                                walk   a    different    path … 

#⟨ ᴛʜᴇ 'ᴘʀᴏ' ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ— ⟩

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❝ Ah. I see. ❞ They shoot answer back and forth as if they are discussing the weather instead of their feelings.

He did let his gaze rest at the target of Fujiwara’s eyes for a moment, the lanky Yagami kid looking more dumbstruck by the minute. Was Takeru into boys? That would make things much easier if push came to shove. However, did this mean that he actually wasn’t interested in that twintail bitch? He’d have to investigate a bit more.

❝ I’m disappointed, but I hope we can at least be friends. ❞ He sealed the deal easily, offering a friendly hand to be shaken.

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The confession was straightforward and he appreciated direct communication. Discreet warmth tinted the furthest corners of his cheeks, quick pink and gone. His stoic features once again as plain as they had ever been.

“  I understand… But I already have someone I like.  “

Blue eyes gazed at Yagami from their corners in a long moment of silence. Knowing this particular peer was still beside him convinced him it was the wrong time to mention Sakurai Nana by name. Tact demanded he remain vague about it and so, silent, he simply nodded to confirm his train of thought to himself before looking back at Himemiya.

“  That’s how it is.  “

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#( riku is such a cinnamon bun i can't even— ) #rocketstarterofhonan #sonicstride

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He sighed, already feeling tired. When it came to racing his energy was limitless, but having to put effort towards something meaningless like this was just too much. He leaned the tip of his chin across his fingers. Both he and Fujiwara met each other’s gaze squarely, without flinching. The atmosphere between them was odd, many a passerby seeming to give them a wide birth. The rocket starter boy seemed relatively unaffected, like a dog with it’s head unknowingly stuck in an inner tube.

❝ Because I’m interested in you. ❞ He said bluntly, and to add that little more clarity;   ❝ I want to date you. ❞

Perhaps a bit exaggerated, but no edge of hesitation was contained in his words. This was the short way of getting what he wanted, so he would take it without hesitation. How Fujiwara would actually receive it was the question. Whether he was approved or denied, however, didn’t actually matter,

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He affirmed Yagami’s question with a nod of his head. Himemiya then demanded his attention, unwittingly or otherwise, and he observed him while he made his explanation. Dissatisfied with the answer he immediately spoke up, by now able to articulate himself without the need to swallow as much air as he could between syllables. 

“  Why are you stalking me?  “

It wasn’t enough to know how Himemiya had obtained his number. He wanted to know the purpose of the entire charade.

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#rocketstarterofhonan #sonicstride #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩

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❝ Stalker, stalker... tch. ❞ He freed his lips from the straw for a moment to speak.  ❝ If you wanna know how I got your number, it was from glasses kid. He was quite accommodating. ❞

Really it had been a stroke of luck bumping into Kadowaki that day, not that he was aware himself that he had given the other boy his team mates numbers. It had seemed to be useful information, though perhaps unnecessary at the time, so Yuri had simply foreworded some messages to himself before deleting the evidence. Quick and seamless.

❝ Though honestly I’m surprised that was what it took to get you out here. ❞ He addressed Fujiwara, more or less ignoring the blonde now.

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The kick caused his arm to roll towards his head. He opened his eyes and glanced towards the source. Then, seemingly encouraged by it, he clambered to his feet without assistance and stood beside Yagami. Narrow shoulders still rose and fell in an exaggerated fashion and he slouched. His hands gripped his knees to keep him from falling over completely. Then through sheer strength of will he rasped the name of the ‘stalker’ he’d raced here to confront.

“ … Hime … miya… senpai… “

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#rocketstarterofhonan #sonicstride #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩

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Himemiya makes no outward comment, deep purple irises casting over one boy, then the other. So he brought the noisy one with him. The thought irked him, though pretty features remained placid, this was going to end up consuming more energy than planned. 

Talking to them now would not be met with immediate response, both of them sucking up air like fish deprived of water. He hand swirled the contents of his cup, the milk tea cool in contrast to the warm day, and continued to siphon it through his straw. 

❝ … ❞

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To say he had pushed himself to the limit to arrive at the shopping arcade was no exaggeration. The solid pace he’d been forced to maintain rendered him boneless at the goal and he lay heaving, throat dry and lungs burning, on the pavement. Various passers by stepped over him and continued on their way without looking down while others arched their brows but still said nothing. It didn’t matter to him; he’d accomplished the goal he’d set for himself.

“ … Haah … Hah. . . “

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#rocketstarterofhonan #sonicstride #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩ #( side eyes u two )

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His phone says it’s 11:58 AM. Now the question is— does he go and face the idiot or does he leave him waiting?  Tempting as the second one may be, it might be counter productive to his cause. Himemiya couldn’t just give up after all the work he’d put into this. Stuffing his phone into his pocket he makes the short walk across the street from the cafe to the shopping district front, propping himself against the statue stationed in the middle of the walk way. The straw of his drink stuck in one cheek, he lazily peered around in wait.

#⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩ #( is this a three way thread??? maybe? ) #rocketstarterofhonan #sonicstride

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❝ ...Fine. ❞ The boy sighs, correcting his posture somewhat as if to aid him in this new effort.  ❝ Yagami-san, it’s nice to meet you. Please look after me. ❞

Idle feet side-step a few paces to the right, as if in pursuit of his sight, but stops. Kakyoin’s top runner seemed especially prickly, it was probably best to keep his distance for now. Himemiya was torn between interest and annoyance, giving no thought if it might be the same (if not leaning towords the latter) for the other runner.

❝ Is that acceptable? ❞ A slim finger scratches the the underside of his chin softly. 

When he turned his head it caused dark tresses to cast further shadow over his features. While the action effectively warded off prying eyes it also projected discrete tones of disinterest in Ichijyokan’s princess. His gaze settled elsewhere, on no one in particular, for misery was often left to find company in nothing.

❝ I WOULD LIKE TO become familiar with you before using each other’s first names. Thank you for understanding, Himemiya-kun. ❞

Although he privately conceded that there may not be any opportunity for them to become more than acquaintances. 

➤ ➤

#victorludorum #⟨ ᴠ: — ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ⟩