sweetdevil | WHAT A WAY TO BREAK IN THE COMM

[ Why is he here. More importantly, why is he here in a room stuck with Enoshima Junko with absolutely no options besides kissing her (and possibly being her plaything) in order to get out?? In fact, he's sweating bullets from his corner of the room, trying his best to keep away from her, but it's kind of difficult when the room is... small.

So small that his ahoge is pretty much hitting the ceiling.

He can't even say anything because he's to busy being completely appalled by literally everything. Don't mind him, he's just here. ]

[ Being as they were a bunch of high schoolers, Junko liked to think that her classmates had finally grown out of stupid junior high antics -- but well, here she is, shoved into a closet by a bunch of cackling idiots. They're supposed to be having a late Christmas party, to celebrate getting through an entire year at Hope's Peak without some kind of world-ending disaster (hah hah) so she's not sure where closets and making out come into it.

Completely ignoring Hinata, she instead gives the door a hefty kick and then pounds her fists on it, hard enough to make them sting. ]

Come on, you dumbasses, this isn't funny! How old are you, twelve?! Let us out of here right now, or I'll cram my foot so far up your asses, you'll be picking your teeth with my heels!

I don't think it's going to work, you know...

[ As much as he wishes that he wasn't here. Because he's not interested in the slightest bit. Kissing isn't something he's done before after all, and even more importantly, he doesn't really like the idea of being forced to kiss to leave.

Although being ignored isn't exactly on his list of things to do, either. ]

[ It'll work when I break this door down and ram my fists down their throats.

more door pounding, more kicking and a whole lot more swearing. Eventually, though, she seems to wear herself out and she slumps against the door with a huff. ]

... god damn it.

They're really not letting us out any time soon, are they?

Looks like it. [ He shrugs his shoulders and lets out an exasperated sigh, because of course he is. ]

Seems like we'll just have to play their game if we do want to get out.

[ Even though he's keeping his cool, his cheeks are actually lighting up at the idea, although Junko's anger and frustration is enough for the both of them. ]

[ Emiya Shirou definitely had some important things to tell Honoka. Of course, they went to different schools - she was at an all girl's school, after all, and he? He was practically a nobody. She was an idol - literally - and although sometimes he did help out at Homura when he was invited over, considering his skills as a chef, he felt that the leader of μ's was oblivious to his feelings.

And it was fine that way.

But today, he decides to change things up. He's going to attempt and confess. There's a lump in his throat and he's not certain that this is a good idea, but... he'll try nevertheless, as he invites her to his own home. Nobody's here today, thank the gods, but that fact alone makes him even more nervous.

So he tries to calm down his nerves by cooking something for lunch. Maybe if he confesses after a hearty meal, it'll be perfect. He has rather high confidence in his cooking, after all. Now that's said and done, he soon exits the kitchen (apron still on, naturally) and sets the table. ]

I hope this is alright, Kousaka. Just let me know if you need seconds. There's rice in the cooker and I have some more food in the kitchen.

[ Busy as she is with μ's, Honoka always, always makes time for a friend. Especially if that friend happens to be a cutie pie and even more so if they're offering to cook dinner. μ's has a live show coming up soon, so they've all been practicing even harder than usual -- Umi's been like a drill sargent and while Honoka understands (and besides, it's fun!), it's nice to be able to have a break and recharge with some delicious food.

She regards the dinner with bright eyes and a look of completely uninhibited glee on her face, floating her chopsticks idly through the air, unsure of where to start first. ]

This is amaaaaziiiiing! This is such an awesome spread, Emiya-kun! Aah, I don't even know where to start...

I know! I'll take the chef's recommendation! What should I start dinner with?

Ha, ha... you think so?

[ Although on a normal occasion he'd say that it wasn't much, today is definitely different from most days. Sitting up straight with what seems to be a rather sheepish smile, he gestures at each plate accordingly as he speaks. ]

I'd say start with the miso before moving onto the tonkatsu; then you can move on with some of the sushi. I just hope you enjoy all of it. It took me a little while to make all of this.

Alright then, I'm digging in! Thanks for the food!

[ she carefully scoops up the bowl of miso and blows on it, before giving it a sip. Her face immediately lights up, stars in her eyes and all -- it's the perfect temperature, hot without scalding her lips, and the flavour's just exactly as she likes it. She takes a huge swallow and lowers the bowl so she can start gushing. ]

Emiya-kun this is amazing! Even better than amazing, this is like... capital-A amazing, with five stars!

[ don't mind her if she just stuffs some of the tonkatsu in her mouth to follow up that miso. ]

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[ To be honest, seeing her dig in like that reminds him of Saber and it makes him crack up a rather nostalgic smile. He's always glad when someone else enjoys his food. It makes his heart swell in such a way that he thought would be nigh impossible.

Plus, his cheeks are burning a scarlet at the compliment. ]

Well, I try. [ This is more than try Shirou... ] But really, I'm just glad you like it, Kousaka.

[ He genuinely means it, too. He'll dig in himself, following suit, because he's definitely going to be eating a lot tonight. It would have been nice if Fuji-nee or Sakura were here to make this a little less awkward on his part, but he doesn't mind this, either. ]

I don't just like it, I love it! The perfect thing to recharge with after a hard day's work!

[ she pauses in what's most certainly the start of an impassioned little speech to shovel some more rice into her mouth and follow that with a gulp of miso. Maybe her manners aren't the best right now but all this food is just too good for her to put any mind to it. and besides, it's like a compliment to the chef, right? ]

I feel like I could go twenty laps, head-to-head with Eli-chan after a meal like this! It's amazing!

[ ... ]

Well. Maybe not twenty whole laps but-- but my point still stands!

[ It really is. He doesn't mind this sight at all; it's somewhat nostalgic to him, and besides, coming from Kousaka makes it all the more sweeter. ]

I'm really glad. I did this all for you, after all, so hearing you say things like this makes me happier than you can ever imagine. [ Which is true, surprisingly; especially when you keep in mind how empty this boy is supposed to be. She brings life into his life. ]

[ her expression warms a little at hearing that -- it's obvious this big meal's for her, but hearing him say something like that makes it even better. she'd been beaming at him before, but now her smile grows softer and a little more appreciative. ]

Thanks, Emiya-kun. Really.

I can't believe you went to all this trouble just for me...!

... Well, I wanted to impress you, you know? [ It's definitely a confession of sorts; although it's not like he can say that he wouldn't do this for anyone else. He would. That's just how he is. ]

I mean, even though we are friends, you're still a famous idol.

[ and the moment those words leave his lips, Honoka immediately jabs her chopsticks towards him, pointing accusingly -- honoka, no, don't point with your chopsticks, you know how rude that is. ]

Nope! Nuh-uh! Take that back, right now, Emiya-kun!

Me being an idol doesn't matter in the least -- we're friends! So don't feel like you have to impress me or anything just because of that!

[sanshu middle school has been talking about the newly transferred kiryuu twins for a while - the taller of the two, kaoru, is kind-hearted and popular in the art club, while the shorter michiru has won over the entire home economics class. they're both reserved, but friendly enough, although they don't have classes together.

michiru, in fact, has classes with karin, and although they're friends (of sorts, she's noticed karin won't actually say it out loud though) lately michiru has been feeling...strange. fluttery, even.

it's during lunch with karin one day that michiru pipes up.]

Miyoshi-san?

[she pauses for a moment to word her question appropriately.]

How can you tell if you like someone?

Now where's that coming from?

[ Karin cocks an eyebrow, but she doesn't seem annoyed by the question -- on the contrary, she looks more bemused than anything. She eyes Michiru for a moment before turning her attention back to her own lunch and stuffing some into her mouth before she replies. ]

Guess it depends what kind of "like" you're talking about. But I'm guessing you mean the whole holding hands, going on dates shebang. Am I right?

I...suppose? I'm not very good at telling emotional responses apart.

[it comes with the territory of being not quite human at first? she's gotten better at stuff lately, but things still sort of. elude her. like the weird fluttery feeling she gets in her chest sometimes, or the warmth...]

My only reference seems to be shoujo manga, but that sort of seems. Extreme?

[ she pulls a face that pretty clearly says yeesh and chews thoughtfully then swallows before she decides to speak up again. ]

Yeah, definitely. You shouldn't take any of that stuff at face value. [ waving her chopsticks and jabbing them for emphasis as she talks. ] It's all played up and super dramatic to get people to eat it up. That's why the plots are usually crazy too.

[ a pause. ]

... I mean. Not that I read shoujo stuff but. I've... got friends who read it. Yeah.

[ There might be some surprise to find a certain vampire picking away at a large dessert out on the main balcony... And she would very much like the company of a certain lady she has an interest in, shall we say. ]

Ah, there you are. [ She greets her guest with a pleasant smile. ] Care to join me? I'm afraid I've gotten a little greedy, I couldn't possibly eat this all myself.

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[ it'd be a surprise if it weren't for the smell of sugar giving away Remilia's presence -- there's only one person Kureha knows who eats desserts like that and it's with a slightly knowing smile that she emerges onto the balcony, letting out a little sigh through her nose. ]

All that sugar's going to end up rotting your teeth, you know.

[ but she takes a seat opposite anyway, regarding the dessert with interest ]

It does smell kind of fancy, though... what is it?

[ Remi's scent might be interesting... There's her own underlying natural scent, and there's the sugar and of course the best perfume a rich girl like her can get her hands on. ]

Now you sound like Sakuya. Fortunately as a vampire, even my teeth regenerate.

[ Of course normal food generally has no effect on her, she just likes the taste of a well made dish. ]

It's a sundae... basically ice cream and berries.

[ she rolls her eyes, giving a little huff that sounds more amused than anything. ]

Well, yeah, I can see that.

[ she leans forward, tucking her hair back and holding it in place so it doesn't trail into the dessert and gives another sniff. ]

But is there something else about it...? It smells really... rich and sweet. Like I said -- fancy.

There's not particularly special about it, other than the fact Sakuya made it and picked the ingredients herself.

[ Which are, of course, very fresh. The maid was a perfectionist... Oh, and Remilia had gotten a second spoon from somewhere and offers it. ]

Come, Kureha. Care to share it with me?

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I'll rot my teeth out if I even take one bite.

[ but she takes the offered spoon with a 'thank you' and hovers it above the sundae, as if not sure of where to start from -- but really, she's waiting for Remilia to take a bite first. it seems rude to dig in before she does. ]

What kind of fruit did she pick? I can see some strawberries, but...

[ The vampire, of course, goes right ahead and starts, spooning up a decent amount of it... ]

Cherries, blueberries and raspberries.

[ And with that reply, she then takes her bite, sighing happily as she savors the taste of it all... ]

[ It's a hot, lazy summer day in Tokyo.

Even the open window doesn't provide much relief, though the barely-there breeze does make Yu's gauzy curtains drift back and forth in a sort of pretty way. Yu sighs and stirs, finding he doesn't even mind the places where Junko's skin sticks to his. He lets his fingers trail up her bare spine, tripping over the band of her bra and playing there idly. His shirt was lost what feels like ages ago when they stumbled into the room, pressed mouth to mouth and hip to hip; her shirt disappeared at a point he doesn't remember anymore.

But now they're just lounging together, Yu letting his eyes slip shut as he contemplates how nice it might be to doze off with Junko's stretched out across him.

Instead he tilts his head just enough to mouth at her jaw in what could just barely be called a kiss. ]

What are you up to?

[ He can't see her hands, but he thinks he can feel them moving beyond him. Is she on her phone? ]

[ Junko's usually stuffy enough (hah hah) about the heat that any sort of close contact prompts endless complaining and oh god don't touch me, I'm gross and so are you but she's surprisingly quiet for the moment -- almost docile, even, if she could ever be called that.

she doesn't reply so much as let out a huff of a sigh through her nose, followed by a lazy, wordless grumble. her brow's furrowed when she turns her face back towards him, but she tips her head against his, bumping their foreheads together like a cat tsunderely giving some affection to its favourite person. ]

What makes you think I'm up to anything?

[ ... she says, as she fiddles with her phone, completely and one hundred percent Up To Something. ]

[ Yu hums a soft sound that isn't quite a laugh. Maybe he can distract her with a lazy, searching kiss, something not hungry but exploratory. Every inch of him would probably taste of her right now. He likes it that way. ]

You're always up to something.

[ Said fondly, as his fingers continue to tease at her bra strap. ]

[ and distracted she is -- she was planning on getting a cute mussy-haired picture of him too, how rude of him to interrupt her plans. but she's not too broken up about it, even if the downcast look she puts on her face (just hammy enough that it's not to be taken seriously) says otherwise. ]

Oh, so you think I'm a troublemaker... how awful. I can't believe you'd accuse me of being something like that. So terrible, Yu-kun.

I can't believe you'd try to get away with it.

[ What's this? Has he managed to unhook her bra? Hmm. Funny, that. His hands smooth up the full, unfettered expanse of her back. He still can't see what she was trying to do, though he can start to form a guess. ]

More baseless accusations... I can hardly stand it... I should go find somewhere to cry in peace so I don't disturb you...

[ ... of course she makes absolutely zero move to do any of that and in fact, she just closes her eyes and huddles up closer. she'll probably have all kinds of complaints about the heat soon enough, but for now, this is nice.

she does crack an eye open to raise an eyebrow at him. ]

Now who's up to something?

(( Got me a list of sorts here. Pick your poison? ))

[ welllllllll I have a mato and you have a brs, so :3c ]

[Different continuities but a Mato's a Mato and I APPROVE.]

[Got any particular prompts/incarnations you want for these two or shall I pick from the lists? (All my Shooters have an OCish bent to them, but fitting 'em into a canon shouldn't be hard. :3)]

Kurehan, tell me again why I can't just quit school.

[Haruka dramatically flops onto her dorm bed. It's a decent-sized room for two people, and she has no roommate, unless you count the... moe bikini-armour girl on the shelf that she salvaged from a game shop's dumpster.]

Studying goes into my head and then back out.

WHAT A WAY TO BREAK IN THE COMM

ugly laughter okay give me junko this will be hideous

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and i guess honkers for this one

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karin, please! :>

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Kureha? Or Sonico. Either will do.

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you know who I want

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[ Kinduva placeholder/catchall sorta thing? OOC too]

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kurehaaaaaaaan