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@holychoir 
                 ─ ♥︎ ─        eyes alight with delight,  a trill of joy erupts in a giggle.  ourania leans over, folding himself over the smaller as one arm wraps around their legs.  he scoops the latter into hold, sinking into the covers as a head buries itself upon a collarbone.  " you are too adorable, my love! maybe i should lock you away forever, then! " 

a small frown graces his features.  ⠀ʺit would greatly displease me to leave your own needs unattended.ʺ  ⠀with that,  the angelic one leans forward,  placing a soft kiss upon his cheek;  the gesture imbued with quiet fondness.

@holychoir 
                ─ ♥︎ ─        "  oh.. but it's so flustering to be pampered by you --  normally, i want to shower you in affection ♡ " 

@Iovessions:    I could give you a personal performance, okay?  So there’s no need for you to wear that frown anymore. ♡   [Hands creep to Ourania’s chest, then to his neck, and then to cupping the ravenette’s face. Bringing the other closer,]   You’re cuter, prettier, and more handsome. What a big baby,  (awwwww)!  Come here?  I’ll give you some extra attention today.  

@sweetpill 
                ─ ♥︎ ─        " you could perform for me, no? "  came a simple chirp,   hands find themslves upon the smaller waist with a grin.   " I adored it. you're phenomenal, as always!  perfect, astonishing,  delightful. " each compliment is met with lips upon a cheek, then jaw. " i'll give far better compliments than that swine. " 

@Iovessions:    If you do that, how will I perform?   [A laugh escapes, although Haru doesn’t take the other seriously, he didn’t doubt that the man wasn’t capable of such.]   I don’t want his attention, he was just giving me a compliment. You liked my performance too, didn’t you?  

@holychoir 
               ─ ♥︎ ─        " oh..  "  a playful curl of a tongue is aroused from his lips.  hands card through short tresses, curling inwards as he pushes the head a little further against a pectoral.   " you spoil me, dear..  but you'll give me more.. won't you?  " 

ʺas you wish.ʺ  ⠀silken breath lingers against a flushed bud,  his lips would once more secure a sweet suckle─  tongue haloing the glistening ring of pink.

@holychoir 
                ─ ♥︎ ─        " it does.. keep going, won't you?  " 

@Iovessions:    [The pink-haired idol hums quietly, head tilting. Eyes crinkle with delight, a pair of green orifices trained on the man comfortably below him. Skirt collecting around them, and Haru thought he might need to change out of his costume soon.]   (Hmmmm)?  What, what is it?   [He inquired, leaning forward. A grin worn on his porcelain expression.]

@sweetpill 
                  ─ ♥︎ ─        arms securely wrap around the smaller,   fave burying into the idol's neck.  he curls up, humming contently.  fingers curl and a warmth seeps into skin under shirt.    "  hold still, darling, won't you?  "   

@Iovessions:    [A deep, long-drawn, dramatic sigh escapes. Haru’s exhaustion finally evident as he settles in front of the guide. The Esper moves to sit in Ourania’s lap with little to no concern,]   Guiding, please.   [The idol muses, fingers complacently falling to the ravenette’s hair.]

—yes, you.

〝  see?  you get it! ＂ the blonde said with relief as she set down the flat iron once she was done styling the other's hair〝  can't believe they think i'm up to something suspicious just because i often go to fukurōdani to see you guys..- ＂ 

       ``    seriously..?   how could they not believe you!?    ``       his exclamation is, still,  relatively quiet as he leans forward enraptured with the gossip.       ``     i-   i mean  it  was pretty obvious  wasn't it..?   ``    he continues,  his attention occasionally nerbously flicking to the hot iron hovering near his face. 
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[  yuna was going on a tagent of the small gossip she'd gotten roped into with her classmates days prior.  meanwhile her hands busied themselves with using the flat iron to curl hideyoshi's hair who currently sat in front of her  ]

Each brush of his lips was like a water washing away footprints in the sand.   every second was met with a fraction of tension leaving his shoulders, yet coiling his hands tighter.     the longer he did this  ⚊ staying so stifly in place ⚊ the more his walls seemed to break.   it  was such a simple thing;    a kiss.     yet it seemed to unravel everything hideyoshi had worked to savour between them.  a shiver rolls up his spine,  his breath catches quickly  -- a  hiccup into such warmth against his lips.   
            
             the momentary break is an unwelcome but necessary one.    his mind was racing,  yet it had never been so quiet.   normally, such debilitating thoughts are replaced with a boyish, panicked curiosity of a crush; wondering just exactly what he was feeling.      he wished he could read minds just for a second so he could decipher the way seisui leans in again.     his eyes screw tight,  nervous,  his eyebrows furrowed, and his face flushed far more than he'd like to admit.  
            
            when a velvet swipe came across the generous rim of his mouth,     it peels his eyes open just a fraction.   shimmering with unshed tears,  they peek through long lashes.   it seems to break the last of his vestiges,  and slowly, he abides.  with a shaky breath,  he'll part his swelling crests.  his tongue slips forward just to the edge of his mouth,  hesitant.   he waits for a lead, for a silent acceptance that this was he wanted. 
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it was...  truly foolish of seisui.  his heart erratically raced,  thumping against the ribcage.  it hadn't ceased since he had pressed their lips together─–  an impulsive risk he took.  perhaps,  he shouldn't have been hasty?  what would hideyoshi think of him─–  that the hearsay of his very image were true?  that he is..  nothing but a player?  it could be fatal for their ‘friendship‘.  then again,  it was far too late to retract from hideyoshi..  even he is drowning to the lukewarm lips（..）so soft,  so..  incredibly his.  despite the stillness of the timid male,  seisui craved for the insatiable contact.  as those digits dipped to his shirt,  the wrinkles are tight and desperate.  it was a motion enough for him to deepen the kiss.
            
            a slight part,  where fervent breath hits the boy's lips..  it is ephemeral,  as a sweet lovely string connects each lower petal.  it returns with a rapt pressure..  it was exhilarating,  his orifices half–lidded,  watching the pleasure play across the rigid president.  a thumb which grounded to a cheekbone now grazes the bottom lip,  watching intently whilst a tongue laved across reluctant lips.. ⠀“  open.  “ ⠀a sibilant utterance,  how ardor.

``   mph..?   ``    plump lips are caught in their defiant opposement, words stolen from his throst and die against the melodious mouth.    everything stops.   though,  most likely, it was simply him who had stopped.  shock mostly wars inside of him now,  his eyes wide and staring.   his open palmed touch twitches,  digits  bunch fabric beneath it as he grasps it.     what.. was he meant to do now?   if he moved, he'd surely ruin it. if he returned it.. would he pull away? would he decide the feel of him upon his lips was too nauseating to bear?  was it shameful?  if he took it the wrong way.. would everything he had hoped for be looked at with disdain?  would seisui.. ?   
                                           he wastes his time with these thoughts. his heart is in his ears - pounding and throbbing with feelings he had been far too terrified to acknowledge.  finally, his eyes screw shut  -  tight and defensive, as if it could block out the internalisation ripping at his mind.  he doesn't move another inch, terrified to shatter a moment he didn't allow himself to dream of. 
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@dramadeaths  ›  wellllll, that’s no good. you gotta toughen up unless you want them to rough you up until you graduate. come on, i’ll teach you how to land a sick right hook.

       ``   it's fine,  really --   .. they're just looking  for a reaction,  that's all.    I wouldn't really ... do good in a fight.   `` 
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@dramadeaths  ›  were they bothering you again? everytime i pass by i see you getting picked on. you should throw a punch or two at them, like this!