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2024 is almost over!

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

prompt originally made by: x

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If  he  was  proposing,  of  course  he  would  pay  the  bill!  Hisoka-kun  might  not  content  concerning  future  hole  concerning  their  budget  ---  nevertheless,  with  the  Witch  of  Illusions  around,  whatever  sweets  inside  his  office  was  gone  at  the  second,  and  parental  figure  oblige,  there  was  less  opportunities  to  go  outside!  Passing  time  with  another  Shinigami  coming  from  another  department  unconcerned  of  their  current  struggles  was  a  distraction  he  could  allow  himself  once  in  a  while.  ❝  Sorry  if  this  is  sudden,  but  with  recent  responsibilities  I  have,  I  enjoy  occasion  to  take  a  break  …❞  He  confessed  awkwardly,  in  which  he  avoided  speak  about  that  kid  …  interested  eyes  might  show  up  inside  that  another  department,  and  it  was  his  responsibility  to  let  them  in the shadows.  For  him,  he  would  have  his  eyes  for  cry  over  child  he  had  to  take  care.  ❝  My  department  is  accustomed  to  known  I’ve  used  all  my  money  for  good,  especially  when  it’s  off  duty.  ❞  He  expressed  slowly,  noticing  his confusion. 

@lightcreators asked: " I'm pickling the restaurant this time" ( from Tsuzuki Asato. Between Shinigami communication far more easier!)

"Just as long as you know you're buying." Ichigo's orange brows arched. "I mean asking me to come and eat with you last minute, I don't exactly have lots of money on me right now." He didn't mind the other's company though. They had recently met and Ichigo didn't mind him too much. He just was confused why he was suddenly getting more friends recently. Forever being told he was too standoffish and angry looking to approach.

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There's really too many cute Nagis this ep 😭

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“i know this move better than anyone.”

“nice, chameleon.”

the animation,, absolute cinema. they never do reo dirty omg like he looks so GOOD WHAT. and ofc once again they got the same aura fr making me tweak i fr got goosebumps bye

and ADDITIONAL TIME NAGI IS SO CUTE WHAT? he so 🥺

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Nagi Seishiro | Blue Lock S2EP12 "Flowers"

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Do you know how many times I've seen it?

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Itoshi Sae | Blue Lock S2EP12 "Flowers"

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Geopolitics  coming  from  the  world  he  was  ruling,  already,  wasn’t  something  he  barely  holding  by  himself  ---  he  wasn’t  from  the  country  to  begin  with,  and  even  though,  he  was  the  king,  he  needed  to  know  everything  he  could,  and  anything  related  to  the  past  for  hoping  ruling  his  decisions  for  best  outcome,  in  which  weight  of  his  responsibilities  has  been  reduced  in  an  easy  manner  for  not  having  all  the  burden,  though  he  took  it  all.  ❝  Inside  place  I’m  ruling,  the  title  is  unique  on  itself,  hence  it’s  a  surprise  to  find  somewhere  else  hanging  the  same  meaning  of  same  title.  Demon  Lord,  Maoh  ---  common  points  of  different  races.  ❞   He  admitted  slowly  with  embarrassment,  since  been  awkward  on  the  topic  was  his  thing.  If  communication  between  two  worlds  can  going  fine,  he’ll  be  happy.  On  topic  of  solving  geopolitics  problems  of  somewhere  he  didn’t  know,  he  would  need  education.  ❝  If  the  name  say  anything  to  you  ---  Shinmakoku  …  when  there  are  details  that  can  be  surprising.  I’m  still  young,  so  I  really  doing  my  best  for  be  best  king  ever  for  my  subjects  …  ❞   Internally,  he  counted  seconds  before  future  conversation  creating  an  staring  Wolfram  questioning  what  dumb  thing  he  could  have  said  or  done  meanwhile  be  temporary  been  left  all  by  himself.  Playing  tourist,  he  was  doing  it  once  in  a  while,  but  hardly  he  consider  himself  more  competent  regardless  amount  of  messes  he  survived  so  far  …  or  like  confessions  coming  of  possibilities  inside  another  higher dimensions.

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giant arms cross over each other, Dagruel expression neutral as he thinks of what to come from this meeting. the conversation between one titled demon king and one titled another demon king was often left to the awkward tension when common topics were not discuss.

Still-

"So, you are the demon king of another region."

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He  was  the  second  breathing  person  who  didn’t  cared  about  him  being  an  Shinigami,  an  Reaper,  an  Angel  of  Death,  someone  embodying  an  omen  of  death,  and  treated  him  as  he  was  still  alive,  still  breathing,  still  attached  to  the  mortal  realm  …   Lelouch  vi  Britannia  didn’t  counted,  he  was  an  immortal  who  remained  emotionless  in  front  of  them,  and  which  was  accidentally  one  remembrance  who  pushed  acceptance  upon  his  purple  eyes  ---  always  remembering  the  Emperor  of  Britannia  when  he  had  that  self-consciousness,  because  an  nineteen  years  old  immortal  was  totally  fine  to  having  the  God  of  the  Underworld  as  an  rival  !  Hades-sama,  of  course,  didn’t  counted.  They  weren’t’  supposed  to  meet  him  in  first  place  and  it  would  remain  most  unexpected  meeting  of  his  existence  that  he  met  the  God  of  the  Underworld.  Witch  of  Illusions  didn’t  counted  too,  an  fourteen  years  old  witch  coming  from  the  Purgatory  was  kind  of  dream  he  could  always  dream  to  touch  !  Remained  Hijiri-kun,  who  firstly  showing  him  deep  affectionate  gesture  for  an  teenager  and  has  been  so  much  assertive  of  his  feelings  Hisoka-kun  had  wished  he  could  as  same  level  as  him,  in  which  awareness  to  speak  with  Shinigami  never  generated  other  emotions  than  positive.  He  has  been  asked  to  share  professional  burden  with  them,  then  supporting  Hisoka-kun  on  his  empathy  beyond  his  help,  while  been  aware  he  was  an  outsider  …

Concerning  the  last  time  he  loved  someone  while  he  was  alive  …  he  didn’t  remember.  He  seemed  always  to  have  experienced  life  it  should  be  experienced  when  it  was  too  late,  when  he  was  in  the  other  side,  when  he  allowed  himself  to  having  other  experiences  and  exploring  what  could  be  meanwhile  atoning  sins  of  his  living.  He  barely  lived  a  couple  of  twenty  years,  unhappy;  within  that  displeasure  coming  from  his  existence  death  never  removed  the  emotion.  He  managed  to  pushed  crucial  detail  he  might  not  even  been  human  to  begin  with,  in  which  his  blood  remained  another  kind  of  abnormality  in  which  neither  death  could  remove.  Back  inside  the  time  when  a  possibility  door  has  been  opened,  he  has  been  buried  the  dream  that  would  coming  true  at  this  moment,  for  having  during  that  point,  feelings  for  the  other  man.  He  didn’t  need  to  justify  himself  ---  it  was  good  opportunity  to  follow  his  advice  to  cherish  people  in  his  present,  and  lack  of  returned  expectation  would  remove  possibility  of  harm.  Really,  seconds  of  fear  betrayed  his  features,  when  once  these  sentences  expressed  on  the  table,  established  affectionate  gesture  stopped  immediately.  He  didn’t  have  anymore  the  functionality  to  emotionally  react  to  such  things.  He  didn’t  wanted  overthinking  or  assuming  out  of  the  blue,  when  regardless,  inside  returned  gaze,  he  perceived  it  has  been  noticed.  It  has  been  a  quiet  terror  who  has  following  him  down,  in  which  he  allowed  long  term  company  for,  been  reassured  eventually  of  fabrication  of  such  presence.  He  noticed  how  much  he  didn’t  wanted  him  to  be  hurt,  disapproved  how  he  usually  speak  upon  himself  ---  pushing  himself  down  often,  feeling  bothersome,  taking  cautiousness  for  not  waste  something  …  reflections  of  the  Witch  of  Illusions  changed  nothing  on  it,  he  breathed  his  own  horror  though  an  mirror  ---  and  invisible  signs  he  welcomed  each  moment  together,  letting  themselves  getting  close.  During  following  seconds,  for  one  tiny  moment,  he  became  literally  that  fucking  brat.  Innocent  puppy  eyes  pictured  inside  an  emotional  purple  eyes,  watching  towards  the  other’s  gaze,  appreciating  gentleness  upon  his  cheeks  ---  but  unable  to  say  something.  Exactly  what  the  kid  did  when  he  has  the  one  exposing  that  sentence  to  that  witch,  wishing  FOR  ONCE  he  will  love  himself  for  one  tiny  second  ---  unparalleled  irony  of  the  century,  he  knew  about  that.  He  was  feeling  like  bothersome  sometimes.  He  was  feeling  his  existence  has  been  a  big  mistake,  and  he  shouldn’t  ever  have  been  born  to  begin  with  ---  unparalleled  irony  of  the  century,  AGAIN.  No  amount  of  love  he  received  and  was  aware  to  have  changed  that.  Here  came  issues  with  Illusions.  They  were  following  you.  They  were  attaching  to  you.  They  given  meaning  upon  realities  he  was  hiding  inside  himself.  ❝  I  need  to  learn  how  not  feeling  it  …  ❞  He  confessed  then  inside  a  lowered  voice,  because  any  other  words  would  be  a  lie.  He  sensed  his  care,  and  he  was  an  emotive  man,  tears  could  have  been  ready  to  show  up.  Nevertheless,  they  didn’t.

He  catching  up  despair  sensed  inside  that  pleads  inside  his  tone,  and  honestly  desired  bring  an  effort  for  changing  an  emotion  he  always  sensed  upon  his  person.  Once  more,  like  the  brat,  he  needed  countless  people  repeating  same  thing  he  refused  to  believe  for  eventually  his  brain  accept  actual  truth  he  received  frontally  ---  well,  as  single  difference,  he  wasn’t  as  chaotic  as  the  kid,  and  well,  was  an  old  man,  maybe  bit  undisciplined,  maybe  having  couple  of  childish  flaws,  but  …  having  an  vivid  AWARENESS.  He  remained  touched  towards  gesture;  he  nodded,  as  he  didn’t  cause  causing  further  harm  because  of  his  emotional  consideration  of  himself,  in  which  he  pushed  behind  apologies.  ❝  It’s  only  recently  I  appreciate  to  remain  inside  this  world  …  Have  yet  to  embrace  the  feeling  …  ❞  What  happened  in  Kyoto,  Hisoka-kun  words,  delayed  an  inevitable  moment  when  he  might  regretting  his  entire  existence  as  a  whole.  Only,  knowing  Lelouch  forced  him  to  face  similar  eyes  becoming  a  king.  Only,  knowing  Hades-sama  forced  him  to  just  remember  he  belonged  to  the  Underworld,  hence  couldn’t  waste  away  his  life,  because  since  they  were  in  communication  now,  assuming  long  term  consequence  of  the  kid  was  some  Shinigami  unable  to  deal  with  his  own  life  anymore,  they  would  have  an  pissed  Hades-sama  at  their  door,  that  will  dealing  with  his  issues  as  his  great,  great,  great  superior  he  was,  actual  boss  that  could  comment  over  bullshit  offered  by  an  soul,  and  be  reprimanded  like  the  kid  !  Witch  of  Illusions  experience  giving  him  desire  to  step  out  of  despair  circle  he  was  trapped.  He  might  never  become  a  witch,  but  he  witnessed  by  himself  degree  of  distress  his  own  situation  could  lead,  and  like  Hisoka-kun,  if  he  wasn’t  careful,  he  will  become  the  kid.  ❝  It  was  before  I  met  you,  but  bit  before  that,  I  didn’t  wanted  to  be  part  of  that  world  …  meeting  you  changed  that,  also  because  I  didn’t  wanted  neither  becoming  like  someone  else  …  ❞  It  was  single  opportunity  to  actually  speak  about  that  time.  He  could  have  disappeared  sooner  if  some  people  hadn’t  forced  him  to  remember  he  wasn’t  a  bother.

Surprise  following  his  gaze  during  on  second  in  front  of  his  proposition,  bit  confused  about  what  could  possibly  push  him  to  slap  him  …  as  last  thing  his  brain  could  processing  right  now  to  receive  right  away  was  an  kiss.  Immediate  contact  upon  his  lips,  inside  softness  of  the  gesture,  bring  him  to  close  his  eyes,  and  pushed  behind  remembrances  of  that  one  time  Muraki  stolen  him  an  kiss,  devoured  his  lips  without  any  kind  of  permission,  in  which  compared  to  the  remembrance,  he  contributed  to  the  kiss,  and  searched  to  caressing  both  his  back  and  his  hair.  This  wasn’t  the  rejection  he  has  been  most  scared  for,  but  another  time,  though  bit  different  of  nature  of  love  given  to  the  kid,  he  actually  needed  to  embrace  it  as  a  whole,  not  having  thoughts  in  which  he  might  regret  the  moment.  He  loved  him,  he  concluded.   Having  kissing  him  back  within  same  experienced  gentleness  would  offer  message  he  loved  him  back.  He  didn’t  know  if  he  wanted  more  than  just  a  first  physical  experience  with  him  with  his  lips  ---  this  would  some  kind  of  surprise  if  such  desire  will  show  up,  where  he  couldn’t  be  certain  he  wouldn’t  tremble  once  in  a  while  for  having  no  recollections  of  an  last  time,  not  recollections  dissociated  of  some  kind  of  pain  actually,  even  far  away  suffering.  Only  feeling  he  allowing  himself  to  share  remained  that  discrete  innocent  yearning,  a  kind  of  purity  who  has  been  silently  waiting  to  been  confessed  in  one  way  or  another,  while  he  was  relaxing  in  middle  of  their  kiss.  Even  eyes  closed,  he  searched  to  remain  alert  about  what  going  on,  how  he  should  react,  if  exploration  of  both  their  lips  were  alright.  Happiness,  nevertheless,  overcoming  him,  and  truthfully  enough,  as  he  has  been  saying,  it  really  has  been  recently  even  since  he  felt  glad  to  remain  still  a  member  of  the  world.

"Losing me?"

That right there had told him Tsuzuki had known something about his feelings, at least. The Joestar's gaze looked back to the man beside him, feeling tender fingers stroke along his own gently. Yes. He was absolutely afraid of losing Tsuzuki. Yeah, the man was dead at this point, but right now; Jotaro hadn't seen that at all. He saw a living, breathing person beside him. They were a supernatural being - one of death. He hadn't cared about that, he didn't give a damn about the fact that they were two completely different beings. The raven haired stand user had come to terms that he was attached to the Shinigami, he'd grown to adore this wonderful man beside him and had only wanted to show him the love he deserved. There wasn't just need in this, it was an absolute want and perhaps during their earlier conversation on this topic, he may have been misleading or something. Because at that time, he was afraid he couldn't love another due to his bloodline and the fact that he lived a very dangerous life.

But to hear the other say he didn't want to lose him? That...That had made something within him break. He'd released the man's hand from his own, turned to face his companion fully as he raised his hands to cup the brunette's face, "You are never a bother." The Joestar says, thumbs caressing the other's features in a tender way "You've never been a bother and you will never be, so please; never say something like that again." Was there a hint of desperation in that? Possibly. Jotaro hated it when the man talked down on himself, knowing that he wasn't meaning to do so but it was something he'd done for such a long time. He'd come to care too much for the Shinigami, too much to the point that he didn't want to let the man go. There was so much about the other that Jotaro had come to truly care for, to adore. He wanted to show the Shinigami everything he deserved to have and then some, if the other would allow him to do so. "I'm going to try something. You can slap me afterwards if it's too much." The taller responds, slowly leaning in brushing his lips against the man's own, hesitating in lowering his hands. That was what he'd wanted to do this whole time, this moment - he needed to feel. Slowly, Jotaro pulls his head back a bit thumbs caressing the brunette's features once more.

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Attentive  purple  eyes  were  accustomed  to  perceiving  suffering  behind  details  of  a  gaze.  Hisoka-kun  remained  main  reason  in  which  whatever  single  move  inside  another  eye  would  be  comfort  within  the  instant,  respecting  established  boundaries.  Himself  learned  to  pinpoint  exactly  inside  his  expression  when  darkness  wanted  to  take  hold  ---  in  which  he  worked  on  himself  to  swallow  back  these  thoughts,  overcome  obscurity  he  might  fall  in  consequence  …  He  always  has  been  like  this,  even  since  he  has  becoming  an  Shinigami.  Inside  most  sweetness  of  emotions,  he  desired  taking  burden  of  people  he  came  across,  helping  other  souls  on  their  cross  they  personally  had,  and  becoming  that  comforting  presence.  It  wasn’t  something  in  which  he  would  ask  something  in  return.  Knowing  the  other  party  happy  was  main  thing,  knowing  happiness,  joy  and  comfort  has  been  offered  as  the  rightful  action  to  do  will  his  own  enthusiasm  …   Himself  didn’t  wanted  to  becoming  eventually  an  burden  for  Jotaru-kun,  in  same  manner  Hisoka-kun  attempted  not  becoming  one  for  him.  Hence,  he  could  catch  up  the  moment  Jotaro-kun  might  feel  the  same,  might  feeling  oppressed  by  his  feelings,  and  might  maybe  reconsidering  everything  they  have  …  Never  he  would  have  imagined  sleeping  besides  another  man  inside  his  entire  existence  ever  again,  within  warmth  certainly  there  will  no  indiscrete  gaze  paused  on  him,  in  which  he  will  have  enough  confidence  of  himself  for  having  no  associated  terrors  to  the  immediate  moment  …  Nevertheless,  he  remained  within  barriers  of  his  own  emotions,  within  that  constant  respect.  Only  a  smile  was  offered  in return.

Another  affectionate  gesture  inside  interviewing  of  their  fingers  increased  current  blush  betraying  currently  his  features,  inside  an  innocent  childish  laugh  for  a  couple  of  seconds.  Last  time  he  feel  as  much  comfortable  as  it  was  coming  from  a  long  time  ago  time,  something  he  thought  he  wouldn’t  never  experienced  again.  This  time,  he  didn’t  want  having  regrets  on  his  conscience.  He  sincerely  wanted  to  do  the  best  he  could  offer  towards  entirely  of  himself  ---  in  what  whatever  happening  in  the  future,  he  would  have  giving  him  everything  he  could  have  craved  for,  would  have  giving  everything  inside  the  soul  he  represented  …  if  really,  if  another  time,  reality  returned  back  to  him  he  hadn’t  been  enough,  he  would  embrace  it.  However,  same  purple  eyes  didn’t  want  to  impose  these  locked  feelings  over,  these  little  changes  within  his  heartbeat  who  transformed  an  existence  meant  to  remain  unwanted.  Within  possibilities  at  hands,  he  caressed  these  fingers  back  with  deep  affection,  in  which  he  wished  having  feeling  shared  concerning  how  much  he  cared.  ❝  I  know.  ❞  He  mused  back  with  some  remnant  of  playfulness,  inside  a  lower  tone.  Expressing  himself  remained  a  difficult  step  for  Jotaro-kun,  and  he  respect  this,  always  finding  means  for  nevertheless  communicate  with  each  other.  He  remained  the  one  confessing  himself  the  most  upon  his  feelings,  as  much  he  was  searching  to  limit  time  he  could  bring  harm  to  himself  embrace  by  a  dark  thought  or  holding  back  emotions  of  tears  when  they’re  coming  out.  He  was  less  feeling  regret  to  even  been  still  present  in  one  shape  or  another  within  this  world,  and  learned  to  touch  an  aliveness  he  always  has  been  perceived  from  afar,  and  sensed  as  untouchable.  Not  to  be  looked  at,  during  this  current  moment,  wasn’t  sensed  wrongly.  Remnant  of  surprise  remained  trapped  inside  his  purple  eyes;  nevertheless,  it  turned  soon  enough  inside  an  affectionate  fondness.  ❝  Losing  me?  ❞  He  asked  abruptly,  with  deep,  gentleness.

Back  inside  their  first  time  together,  he  has  been  the  one  assuming  he  wouldn’t  be  needed  for  that  long,  that  he  was  an  simple  passing  presence,  and  eventually  that  inevitable  day  will  come  when  he  will  not  seeing  him  again.  It  still  scared  him,  but  enforced  to  himself  not  to  bring  mental  falsely  constructions  conclusions  built  by  terrors  of  his  mind.  Because  actually  Jotaro-kun  eyes  weren’t  on  him,  he  allowed  himself  smaller  confession.  ❝  I  don’t  want  to  lose  you.  ❞  In  same  moment,  he  holding  towards  affection  they  had,  reaching  words  for  bring  content  of  his  heart  without  becoming  subject  of  the  conversation  when  Jotaro-kun  needed  to  be  reassured.  ❝  I  care  for  you.  You’re  not  going  to  lose  me.  I’ll  stay  as  long  as  you  need  me.  ❞  Hanging  silence  followed  in  which  his  throat  remained  deeply  hesitant  to  bring  that  part,  in  which  even  words  needed  to  reach  their  way  to  come  out.  ❝  I  came  deeply  attached  to  you.  Your  happiness  is  my  happiness  ---  ❞  He  forced  himself  to  pass  the  need  to  apologies.  ❝  Simply,  I  didn’t  wanted  bother  you  with  fondness  I  have  for  you  …  I  mean,  I  would  understand  if  …  ❞  He  couldn’t  manage  to  ending  that  sentence  he  didn’t  reached  to  going  further  than  that,  ignoring  how  to  even  restarting  an  conversation  with  that.  ❝  I  didn’t  wanted  to  impose  those  feelings  that  could  overstep  your  boundaries,  which  is  last  thing  I  want  ...   ❞  Another  time,  he  closed  his  eyes  for  two  seconds,  coming  from  the  effort  he  actually  made.  Actually,  right  now,  as  much  as  he  trusts  him,  he  expected  himself  to  be  rejected  at  the  second.   He  used  that  term  as  need  as  a  compromise  for  be  wanted,  be  desired  ---  something  that  crossed  the  doors  of  a  mere  friendship,  and  in  which  other  desires  might  flow.  Muraki  destroyed  beautiful  conception  he  could  have,  he  imagined  himself  becoming  a  loser  on  the  party.  Even  some  thing  did  happened,  even  if  he  valued  him  for  his  own  person,  he  remained  scared  to  becoming  once  more  an  simple  body  having  no  importance,  an  weight  he  couldn’t  orally  confess.  Besides,  he  was  a  Shinigami.  He  was  already  dead.  He  could  never  offer  him  all  things  he  could  expect  from  someone  alive,  and  would  be  never  been  allowed  to  …  and  thought  itself  to  be  romantically  wanted  disappeared  of  his  mind.  Besides,  he  also  remembering  one  of  their  conversations  when  he  didn’t  wanted  such  relationship,  when  he  didn’t  wanted  to  love  again,  and  that  he  respected  his  choice.  Quietly,  strong  features  reached  bravery  as  purple  eyes  searched  answer  on  Jotaro-kun  face.

Jotaro looked at the other man, astounded by the words Tsuzuki had spoken. How the Shinigami picked up on his darkened thoughts had the Joestar surprised, but he wasn't irritated or annoyed by it at all. In fact; it was a welcome reprieve of having to hold it all in. Somehow, this man was chipping away at the built up walls Jotaro created for himself. Keeping a hold of the hand, his larger one squeezed the smaller gently, a reassuring notion that the Shinigami's presence was welcomed. Even if he didn't express it verbally, the man beside him had a light that even the darkest pits of the stand user couldn't run from. He wanted to embrace the welcoming presence, to accept everything that Tsuzuki was willing to give, even if it meant just being a friend. His emotions were raging; going between a desire to make the other man happy to becoming insecure.

He just wants to do right by this man. They have their past experiences with relationships, they've been hurt in multiple ways, they both are afraid; that much can be surmised. Taking a breath the Joestar simply laces their fingers together, "I'm not...very good with talking things out." He murmurs softly, not looking the other directly in the face. He knows if he looks Tsuzuki in the face then he'll close up. "I am absolutely terrified." Nothing he's never admitted to before, but verbally; it's a first. Kujo Jotaro has never admitted to feelings before, not like this. Of course, he's cared for and loved his wife but not in the way she needed him to. But this was not his ex, this was a man whom he's come to know and is still learning about. A man who has been through hell and back, still smiling from day to day even though he was practically drowning in his in darkness. Jotaro had come to a realization a while ago that he wanted to be at Tsuzuki's side, offer that support when he needed it - or, least expected it. There was just something pulling him to the other and Jotaro couldn't deny; Tsuzuki was quite the attractive man. That was just an added plus to everything he'd come to adore about the man.

But there was the fear that he would be rejected. The Joestar knew he was conceived as a brute to most and sure; he wasn't going to deny that he can come across in such a way. But he was a person. Someone who deserved happiness in his life and not strife, not death in every step he took. To put it simply: Jotaro was tired. He was tired of fighting, of constantly being on the look out for danger over his shoulder at every turn. He just wanted to bury himself in warmth, but...was that something Tsuzuki would have wanted?

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    A ‘ tch ‘ noise elicited itself out of him, that’s the seventh pull he did and not getting jack shit on it really annoyed him. Nagi’s thinking if he should spend his own money or stock up once again on gems. Free pulls are supposed to grant wishes, right? Things that he wanted. If that was the case, playing GBF really was a hassle to do— his luck is either hit or miss, and lastly he wasn’t that desperate to spend money on this new SSR. “ Hm ?” He didn’t lower his phone from his face, his free hand had held onto his cheek, propping an elbow onto the table. Reo’s being a bit weird today, isn’t he? But he’s always weird… that’s what draws him to his friend. They’re both weird in their own little ways.

       “ Reo, what does that mean? “ A pretty brain? Is that such a thing? He’s been called a genius countless of times, which to be fair he gets ‘ why ‘ yet at the same time that doesn't mean he understands it. Nagi works differently than most people; instead of dwelling, putting energy into things ( that wasn’t soccer or video games ), he’d rather just go with the flow automatically than thinking. Why waste energy on that? Wouldn’t it just cause more of a problem? “ I think Reo’s the one that has a pretty brain,” he says, closing out the app to pull up another one. “ You’re more of a intellectual than I am,” which was true, yeah, Nagi thinks the heir is more than just ‘ being a rich boy who can get anything he wants ‘. That’s possibly why all the girls in their school tend to flock to Reo for pointless study dates so they can get into his wallet. He wasn’t dumb to notice that either. 

            “ Everyone likes you, too. You’re basically a girl’s desired prince,” Nagi spares a side glance at Reo then goes back to his phone. Who wouldn’t want to be near Mikage Reo? It still confused him that his friend really would spend his time with him, a lazy guy with a laissez-faire attitude than be with someone else who’s way more productive. Fun. Open. Lastly, a great asset to use. Huh… someday he knows Reo will find someone else more suitable, enjoyable to be around instead of him. Did that bother him? Not specifically… Nagi had his doubts and worries tucked further back into his mind. “ Besides—  my brain isn’t all that interesting to most people. “

Brightful  expression  remained  always  as  admirative  to  perceiving  Nagi  playing  with  his  game.  It  was  one  of  his  little  pleasures  when  they  were  passing  time  together  ---  whatever  in  middle  of  the  classroom  in  which  his  focus  had  to  stayed  conscious  upon  the  other  girls  who  wanted  having  his  attention  for  themselves,  or  afterwards  some  soccer  game  where  the  day's  stage  had  been  finalized,  and  he  was  going  to  be  able  to  experience  happiness  on  his  face  !  It  was  always  interesting,  once  in  a  while,  to  perceiving  where  he  had  move  on  since  last  time.  It  was  always  interesting,  to  having  an  partial  perspective  of  the  game  he  was  enjoying  himself  with.  This  wasn't  really  part  of  his  world.  Hell,  even  his  complete  devotion  concerning  sorccer,  in  which  he  would  grad  some  magnificient  gift  himself  would  achieving  with  Nagi  to  get  together,  was  coming  back  with  immediate  repercussions,  consequences  and  expectations  coming  from  his  father.  Everything  he  could  do  outside  what  was  expected  from  him  demanded  expectations  in  return,  only  possibility  of  keeping  freedom  over  what  he  wanted  to  do  !  Internally,  as  much  Nagi's  situation  was  worse  than  himself,  at  least,  he  could  do  whatever  he  wanted  …  Faces  Nagi  giving  him  in  the  moment  inscreased  further  an  presented  enthusiasm  while  taking  the  opportunity  to  stretch.  There  has  been  an  silent  understanding  he  didn't  expect  him  to  express  such  sentence  to  his  face,  who  simply  exploded  an  amusement  he  has  been  so  far  unable  to  contain  only  for  himself.  He  would  have  loved  giving  him  pieces  of  advives  concerning  the  game  he  was  eyeing  from  time  to  time,  nevertheless,  wasn't  sure  on  that  topic,  what  he  could  say  concerning  best  decisions  to  take.  As  much  first  meeting  has  been  exposed  towards  sudden  realization  of  the  genius  he  had  in  front  him,  Nagi  on  himself,  was  someone  he  wanted  to  be  happy,  having  his  best  of  friends  enjoy  himself  without  having  too  much  to  think  about,  meanwhile  having  his  little  discover  concerning  that  huge  outside  world  he  was  living.  ❝  It  means  your  mind  is  admirable.  Beautiful.  Interesting.  ❞   He  reached  another  adjective  that  it  wouldn't  seem  weird  to  say.  ❝  I  like  that  brain  of  yours.  ❞   Finally,  he  admitted  out  of  blue.  Maybe  he  didn't  considered  himself  best  on  that  domain,  but  he  was  intelligent,  he  was  brilliant,  he  had  manners  to  be  smart.  He  proved  that  day  after  day  on  an  soccer  ground.  Compared  to  him,  his  grey  cells  had  to  work  hard  to  be  up  to task,  and  never  feel  beaten  down  by  anyone  else,  and  the  risk  of  being  eaten  by  someone  stronger  than  him  constantly  threatened  him.  It  was  instead  an  constant  issue  he  had.  If  he  wasn't  stronger  than  the  others,  if  he  wasn't  as  perfect  as  he  could  be,  whether  academically  or  on  the  field,  he  would  be  reclassified  immediately,  someone  else  would  steal  the  place  he  wanted.  He  had  to  deserve  Nagi's  genius,  even  if  he  was  the  one  who  had  discovered  him and his genius.

Returned  compliment  then  generated  an  laugh.  He  really  appreciated  he  was  feeling  same  for  him  ---  but  he  was  merely  try  to  have  such  an  beauty  brain  like  him.  Genius  was  something  either  he  was,  or  he  wasn't,  and  oh,  he  knew  pretty  well  how  much  he  wasn't  from  the  same  category  of  Nagi.  Amused  current  app  has  been  ended  for  another,  he  remained  flattered  by  the  sentence.  ❝  It's  the  only  way  to  get  what  I  want.  I  can't  throw  tantrums  anymore,  and  have  everything  I  want  at  my  feet.  ❞   Nagi  included  on  it,  of  course.  He  had  this  need  for  Nagi  to  want  him  just  as  much  as  he  wanted  him,  and  it  wasn't  something  he  could  force.  He  could  have  any  college  he  wanted  as  long  as  he  didn't  bring  any  disgrace  on  his  family  regarding  his  academic  performance,  any  girl  would  want  him,  he  could  buy  anything  ---  but  the  importance  of  a  friendship,  a  World  Cup  won  in  the  sweat  of  their  hands,  that  was  priceless,  and  it  was  something  that  mom  and  dad  didn't  appreciate,  wanting  to  know  their  son  in  something  else,  wanting  to  reassure  themselves  that  he  would  move  on.  ❝  Anyway,  my  parents  would  be  ready  to  disgrace  me  if  I  was  academically  lagging  behind,  but  as  on  the  field,  I  can  have  the  danger  of  an  opponent  who  wants  to  crush  me,  so  I  have  to  make  sure  I  always  have  the  upper  hand.  ❞   He  knew  Nagi's  parents  didn't  given  lot  of  shit,  hence  he  expected  he  wouldn't  take  it  bad,  as  for  sure,  he  might  empathizing  upon  the  feeling.  ❝  I  want  to  becoming  stronger,  stronger,  stronger,  always  stronger  to  stay  on  track  and  not  worry.  ❞   He  confessed  before  reasssuring  towards  his  dear  friend  almost  immedietly,  insisting  upon  his  words.  ❞  You  underestimate  yourself  too  much.  You  have  the  right  to  be  unmotivated  when  it  comes  to  school,  but  as  soon  as  you  put  your  effort  into  it,  even  in  a  tiny  way,  you  break  all  records.  Your  brain  may  be  different  from  mine,  but  you  know  how  to  react,  without  having  to  think,  without  having  to  stress,  and  that  is  a  talent.  You  are  a  wonderful  guy,  Nagi,  I  will  never  stop  telling  you  that.  ❞   Good  opportunity  he  expressed  that  considering  the  returned  sentence,  laughing  over  that  treatment  of  prince.  Too  bad,  he  wasn't  interested  anymore.  ❝  Yeah,  I've  got  my  fan  club  waiting  for  me,  and  I  have  a  nice  personality  for  someone  high  class.  ❞   He  complimented  himself,  passing  an  hand  of  his  hair.  Swallowing  back  whatever  unpleasant  feeling  concerning  how  he  wasn't  blind  some  people  were  more  interested  in  his  wealth.  ❝  I  prefer  to  spend  my  time  with  you,  far  from  this  superficiality  in  which  I  wouldn't  have  what  I  want,  anyway.  Although  I  hope  that  one  day  you  experience  what  I  experience,  Nagi,  all  this  admiration,  all  this  love  just  for  you.  ❞   He  mused  as  he  smiled  towards  his  friend  once  more.  Towards  last  remark,  one  hand  touched  his  forehead  for  a  little  impromptu  touch.  ❝  It's  is  for  me,  that's  most  important  thing,  Nagi.  No  matter  what  others  think.  ❞ 

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Over time, Jotaro had managed to learn that both he and the Shinigami had much in common. There were still some things that they had differences in, like: Tsuzuki had a major sweet tooth, the Joestsr was not very big on sweets. Their age differences; the other man would have been well into old age by this point, and here Jotaro was in his mid-40's. The things they had in common? Really fucked up minds because of trauma. And they simply understood one another. While the brunette was the more talkative of the two, they still hadn't needed to say much to one another for them to get what was happening. The Joestar also happened to notice just how close they were getting, and that scared him more than anything. He was well aware of his track record with people, but the Shinigami had been...different. He was kind, accepting, and willing to give. But he'd also been completely broken by a man that Jotaro still wanted to throat punch and end with his own hands. No one had deserved to go through what either of them had gone through, much less the torment that his companion had been subject to.

Jotaro had one of his own spiraling days. One of those days where everything in his head had become too much to bear, too much to push back. He didn't want the other seeing him in such a state so he did the best thing he could do; pull back and hide. The raven haired stand user was standing outside of a hotel room, the balcony being a safe spot for him to catch a breath and work through his thoughts. The itching need for a cigarette rising, though there wasn't a store close enough and he didn't want to break that streak. Footsteps sounded from behind, a gentle touch placed to his bicep pulled the man from his thoughts. A confused look upon his features as he faced Tsuzuki, teals searching the other man's face. Why was he out here? Had Jotaro done something wrong again? Not seeing any signs that the Shinigami was upset with him, the Joestar hesitantly raised a hand to grasp the one upon his arm. "You shouldn't be out here." He spoke up, giving a gentle squeeze to the hand before pulling his own away. There was a risk in letting the other into his mind, one he wasn't willing to take for fear of losing the other. It was only fair he keep the other man at a distance, wasn't it? Like he had always fonr to everyone else in his life. So then; why was he not pushing more for Tsuzuki to go back inside? "You really...don't want to be near me right now." Jotaro murmured, a tremble running through him.

Hearing that statement; 'I let my actions speak for themselves,' that had certainly made the Joestar look back at the Shinigami in surprise. Tsuzuki had wanted to be near him, to offer a comfort that neither one had been offered much of in the past. Taking a deep breath his hand raised again to grasp the other man's, gently pulling it from his arm only to hold it between two larger hands. "Is...Is this okay?"

Realization  over  their  common  point  has  been  a  step  who  mostly  generated  an  deep  fondness,  each  time  he  was  recalling  their  mutual  situation.  Something  who  also  created  further  awareness  about  how,  silently,  he  came  to  catch  up  …  feelings.  Emotions  he  wanted  to  lose  himself  in,  but  at  the  same  time,  doing  what  was  necessary  mentally  to  not  feel  like  he  was  entering  a  forbidden  space  and  crossing  a  line  he  shouldn't.  Opening  Pandora's  box,  whether  abruptly  or  gently,  could  reduce  the  hope  inside,  and  he  didn't  want  to  ruin  his  relationship  with  him  by  imposing  emotions  he  probably  didn't  feel.  Nothing  would  really  be  the  same  when  everything  will be  said  clearly,  huh  ?  Almost,  he  could  have  been  ready  to  bring  up  his  past  relationship  with  Tatsumi-san  over  that  point  ---  once  admitted,  these  emotions  would  have  to  been  embraced  and  assumed  in  one  way  or  another,  and  from  his  own  traumatic  memories,  it  would  be  an  matter  of  time  until  his  behavior  causes  …  weariness.  Well,  he  was  scared  it  might  be  the  case  once  more,  that  for  sure.  Hisoka-kun  presence  remind  him  always  it  wasn't  going  to  be  what  going  to  happens,  that  no  matter  how  he  could  feel  down  or  not  feeling  at  best  mentally,  he  was  going  to  be  rejected  on  the  second.  There  was  that  trust  if  someday  he  needed  distance  from  him,  for  whatever  reason,  it  wouldn't  mean  it  has  been  something  he  caused.  Concerning  feelings  topic,  his  brain  turned  inside  an  intensive  mess,  in  which  acompagnied  fear  to  not  be  enough  or  be  reduced  to  an  single  body  tourmented  his  brain.  He  just  became  …  attached  …  in  an  manner  he  didn't  wanted  to  explain  himself.  He  wanted  Jotaro-kun  to  be  happy  on  his  presence,  to  be  happy  in  general,  to  embracing  his  life  as  he  should  be  …  the  longer  he  could  …  the  longer  his  presence  in  return  will  not  be  some  kind  of  annoyance.  A  long  time  ago,  evolution  concerning  Hisoka-kun  and  Hijiri-kun  relationship  who  became  close,  who  wished  to  remain  together  no  matter  how  usually  Shinigami  laws  worked,  has  been  making  him  temporary  wish  to  touch  same  happiness  of  Hisoka-kun.  In  which,  actually,  he  perceived  Pandora's  box  been  exposed  when  poor  Hijiri-kun  trapped  in  middle  of  the  Witch  of  Illusions  business  defended  Hisoka-kun  getting  another  time  martyrized.  An  working  partner  who  had  to  realize  he  had  feelings,  and  admit  them  publicly,  after  becoming  seriously  offended  by  seductive  attempts  of  a  kid wishing oral confirmation.

Oldest  antecedent  of  a  relationship  he  had  had  had  been  Tatsumi-san,  in  which  his  dark  thoughts  had  been  too  much,  and  his  guilt  as  a  Shinigami  had  pushed  him  to  remain  distant,  where  everything  that  had  happened  remained  behind  him.  Otherwise,  there  was  Muraki.  He  didn't  even  wanted  to  bouce  back  mentally  over  the  second  point.  He  had  lost  all  hope  of  ever  being  wanted,  having  known  a  man  who  had  indeed  wanted  him,  physically,  sexually,  fully  ---  but  not  in  sweetest  of  final  objectives,  which  had  almost  pushed  him  to  want  to  disappear.  Compared  to  Hisoka-kun  who  was  young  but  could  compromise  all  the  seriousness  of  his  work,  he  carried  the  weight  of  his  job  and  his  identity  as  a  Shinigami.  He  might  looking  young,  but  he  had  been  in  this  job  for  a  long  time,  and  remained  semblance  of  an  adult,  because  without  Hisoka-kun,  little  administrative  things  would  be  difficult  to  sort  out.  He  had  only  told  himself  that  if  he  could  weaken  the  weight  of  Jotaru-kun's  traumas  for  a  single  moment,  that  he  could  feel  more  free  from  all  the  pressure  he  had  experienced,  that  he  could  touch  something  else  from  what  he  had  experienced,  he  would  have  served  some  purpose.  Focusing  on  that  kept  him  from  wanting  to  ask  for  more  than  he  could  afford  to  receive,  or  from  subjecting  him  to  the  imposition  of  unsolicited  emotions.  He  even  tried  avoid  his  depressive  phases  to  be  oppressive.

Long  experience  he  had  with  Hisoka-kun,  especially  afterwards  the  Witch  of  Illusions,  made  him  immediately  alert  whenever  something  was  wrong.  He  personally  avoided  showing  all  the  distress  of  the  days  when  he  wasn't  well,  contenting  himself  with  remaining  in  his  thoughts  and  remaining  a  little  distant,  but  without  giving  the  impression  that  it  had  been  his  fault.  After  suffering  from  a  mirror  continually  reflecting  his  own  behavior,  any  sign  was  looked  at  carefully,  seeking  the  middle  ground  for  action.  Hence,  automatically,  he  wanted  to  show  he  was  here.  Automatically,  he  wanted  bring  that  natural  reassurance  in  which  these  darkest  thoughts  would  be  away,  limiting  about  what  he  could  confess  concerning  concerned  feelings  he  had.  He  had  been  lucky  to  have  come  across  such  a  compassionate  person  who  wanted  to  provide  justice  similar  to  that  of  his  working  partner,  who  didn't  hold  it  against  him  for  being  who  he  was,  and  who  didn't  carry  any  additional  guilt  for  being  a  Shinigami.  It  was  something  he  could  try  to  thank  him  for  day  after  day.  During  that  time,  since  he  was  pretty  much  reading  something  to  keep  up  to  date,  his  attention  was  fixed  on  him  when  he  went  to  take  refuge  on  the  balcony,  although  he  waited  a  few  seconds  before  advancing  a  little  closer.  He  was  used  to  this  situation  and  intended  to  give  him  time  to  decide  whether  he  wanted  to  explain  himself  or  not.  He  wanted  to  avoid  getting  the  wrong  idea  and  being  disappointed.  Despite  a  desire  to  imagine  that  he  would  take  the  news  in  a  good  light,  his  heart  already  shattered  by  Muraki  was  in  danger  of  collapsing  before  the  other  blow  imposed  on  a  brutally  broken  glass.  The  Witch  of  Illusions  witch  had  pushed  him  to  his  emotional  limit,  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  all  his  illusions  would  shatter,  and  he  would  suffer  same  degrading  fate  as  Lelouch.  Compassionate  expression  was  offered  in  return,  in  which  purple  eyes  just  desired  to  making  him  better.  He  sensed  his  other  hand  into  his,  which  generated  an  smile,  though  there  was  that  fragment  of  instant  he  expected  him  to  push  that  away  ---  ❝  Why  shouldn't  I  ?  ❞  He  asked  gently,  in  which  there  was  an  passing  emotion  going  though  his  eyes  to  having  actually  that  hand  away.  It  was  an  question  without  been  an  question,  as  proximity  of  his  presence  could  be  warm  to  him.  Heaviness  concerning  Jotaro-kun  thoughts,  he  could  understand  that,  nevertheless,  if  he  had  no  clue  about  what  going  on  inside  his  brain,  he  was  limited  to  appease  him  physically  as  he  could.  ❝  Why  shouldn't  I ?  ❞  He  repeated  again,  with  same  patience  he  experienced  with  Hisoka-kun.  ❝  My  hands  can  soothe  all  darkness  you  feel  right  now,  if  you  are  willing  to  accept  them  …  ❞  Another  manner  to  showing  he  was  here.

Which  he  has  made  far  more  obvious  by  expressing  that  following  sentence,  in  which  he  noticed  surprise  back.  Did  it  has  been  so  bad  of  him,  to  wanting  to  reassure  him  at  the  moment  he  was  crumbling  inside  his  head  ?  He  would  have  wanted  someone  here  if  this  was  for  his  personal  case,  he  searched  to  thoughtfully  perceiving  circumstances  in  an  bright  side.  If  Jotaro-kun  let  him  in,  inside  his  own  mind,  inside  his  own  soul,  he  would  doing  his  best  for  removing  darkness  he  was  victim  of,  and  bring  all  brigtness  he  could  ---  only  if  he  wanted  to  let  him  in.  Perceiving  understanding  and  sort  of  thanking  towards  desired  support,  meanwhile  his  hands  returned  into  his,  in  which  he  sensed  himself  blushed  a  little,  that  time  around,  there  was  no  immediate  trembling  from  his  hand.  He  wanted  instead  oppossing  tremor  stop.  It  would  never  be  like  Muraki  coming  from  his  hands,  to  whom  softness  was  indeed  first  emotion  he  felt.  He  nodded,  to  which  same  hand  trapped  in  his  sought  to  bring  desired  comfort  in  a  perceptible  innocence.  ❝  Your  touch  is  constantly  gentle,  and  you  need  it  more  than  I  do  right  now  ...  if  I can.  ❞

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Even  since  disastrous  experience  who  represented  the  Witch  of  Illusions  squatting,  he  had  barely  left  comfortale  realm  of  spiritual  world.  Neither  him  or  Tsuzuki  wanted  to  eternally  remembered  to  themselves  how  they  get  beautifully  emotionally  exploded  by  a  fourteen  year  old  witch  ---  touched  in  their  deepest  emotions,  continually  catching  a  reflection  in  their  face  wherever  he  could  look  …  and  on  his  side,  in  a  way,  forced  to  acknowledge  that  he  had  some  feelings  left  deep  in  his  heart  whose  existence  he  had  to  accept,  whose  existence  he  had  to  more  or  less  confess,  while  having  to  bear  what  he  might  become.  Even  if  he  wasn't  very  aloud  towards  the  subject,  he  remained  Tsuzuki's  working  partner,  the  one  who  had  broken  him from  a  previous  cycle  of  imminent  rejections,  the  one  who  had  allowed  a  little  comfort  on  the  fact  that,  inside  landscape  of  his  work,  he  would  be  a  continuity  that  he  wasn't  in  danger  of  losing.  An  working  partern  who  remained  extremely  jaded,  yet  compassionate,  yet  filled  with  melancholy,  in  the  face  of  the  person  concerned  going  off  I-don't-know-where  for  cakes  yet  again,  and  yet  again,  causing  the  budget  to  collapse.  There  was  awareness  first  impression  might  be  strange  for  the  kind  of  important  person  he  could  finally  met.  Of  course,  he  knew  Jotaro  by  name,  nevertheless  has  been  the  one  respectefully  for  not  ask  too  much  questions  about  their  relationship,  for  had  perceiving  changes  within  Tsuzuki  regardless,  in  same  manner  Tsuzuki  doesn't  asked  too  much  concerning  him  and  Hijri  accidentally.  He  would  have  wished  to  to  be  at  his  most  sympathetic  towards  others,  nevertheless,  since  Alois  Trancy's  experience,  had  striven  to  work  on  his  own  hatred  he  had  towards  Muraki,  had  been  completely  emotionally  destabilized,  and  remained  half-traumatized  from  existential  horror  of  a  witch.  ❝   I  see  he's  told  you  a  lot  about  me.  Yes,  I'm  his  working  partner.  ❞  Even  since  Tsuzuki get  same  opportunity  as  him,  he  has  been  happy  for  him,  though  his  personal  circumstances  turned  out  other  complications  in  which  he  desired  avoided  the  awareness.  He  was  the  one  in  which  once  in  the  spiritual  world,  Tsuzuki  was  doing  everything  for  ensure  he  was  alright,  meanwhile  he  checked  if  behind  those  cheerful  features,  he  was  truly  as  bright  as  he  pretended.  What  happened  in  Kyoto  remained  horrible  memories  who  were  …  still  recent  …  considering  the  wonderful  reflection  he  received  sooner  afterwards,  in  which  similar  blonde  features  has  been  cruel.  ❝   Tsuzuki  has  often  told  me  about  you,  and  I'm  glad  he  can  touch  this  little  piece  of  happiness.  ❞  He  did  his  best  personally  not  to  becoming  an  burden  between  the  two,  nevertheless,  instead,  preferred  joke  around  before  his  empathy  give  him  too  much  informations,  and  confirmations  within  the  atmosphere,  in  which  he  hoped  not  to  suffer  too  much  consequences.  ❝   It  took  him  time  to  manage  his  budget  a  little  more  correctly,  and  less  to  bankrupt  us,  in  order  to  buy  those  cakes  that  he  loves  so  much.  ❞  Best  they  learn  to  know  each  other  by  speaking  especially  over  common  point  they  have,  in  which  anyways,  he  could  explain  some  of  his  reactions  coming  from  detail  he  must  had  heard  about. 

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Sadly,  she  cannot  know  everything  about  another  magic's  world  system  simply  by  bring  her  foots  upon  it.  How  cruel  were  the  rules  between  outsider  and  inner  magic,  along  various  statistics  of  immediate  possible  evolution  for  the  future,  weren't  fully  know  …  nevertheless,  hanging  thoughts  concerning  that  domain  of  miracles  would  be  heard  by  other  ears  than  her.  Once  more,  she  sadly  didn't  have  access  to  these  specific  higher  spheres  in  which  couple  of  witches  were  living,  offering  support  everywhere  they  could,  though,  in  some  manner,  she  represented  one  of  these  fragmented  miracles  pulled  within  the  world  for  supporting  others.  She  has  been  the  emotional  support  of  an  child  claiming  confirmation  one  day  he  would  be  as  same  level  of  an  lost  idea,  than  his  personality  could  be  allowed  to  been  twisted  in  which  his  loving  nature  will  be  protected,  for  desire  of  ressurecting  someone  that  cannot  been  perceived,  which  passed  by  same  hardship  of  Miracles.  She  has  been  one  piece  of   scheme  giving  him  what  he  wanted  ---  within  emotional  support,  since  it  has  been  mostly  has  been  dear  friend  of  her  who  embraced  strange  reflective  circumstances  at  their  door.  She  understood  it  though  that  but  along  an  unfinished  sentence.  ❝   Maybe  later,  you  will  tell  me  more  about  how  magic  work  here,  and  how  much  my  experience  can  help  on  the  matter.  ❞  She  proposed  instead.  ❝   I'm  not  personally  someone  that  consider  herself  as  an  miracle  creator,  nevertheless,  such  desire   will  be  heard  one  day.  ❞  She  mused,  as  she  preferred  informed  in  advance.

Exposure of that word miracles   created  particular  attractions.

Not  that  she  met  Frederica  Bernkastel  personally  within  the  appareance  she  was  known  for,  but  has  been  around  souls  similar  of  them,  in  which  herself,  pretty  much  understood  she  could  have  been  another  fragmented  part  of  the  Concept  ---  but  didn't  wanted  price  to  pay  for  others.  ❝   I  can  offer  you  my  support  and  my  help.  ❞  She  mused  amusingly.  Concerning  current  circumstances  they  were,  she  understood  she  cannot  going  alone.  She  barely  showed  up  here  !  Amusement  flattered  her  features  slowly.  ❝   I  would  need  likewise  to  made  a  report  later  for  explain  circumstances  for  my  superiors,  and  allowing  best  reactions  in  return.  I  don't  think  they  would  mind,  they  would  be  pleased  I  was  helped,  and  that  we  are  things  easier  for  ourselves.  ❞  She  expressed  with  a  smile,  as  another  time,  she  was  compassionate.  ❝   Indeed,  this  will  bit  delaying  the  the  tournament  …  Sooner  circumstances  sorted  out,  sooner  we  will  be  able  to  resume  usual  activities.  I'm  curious  to  see  how  this  works.  Rarely  had  opportunity  to  see  magic  tournaments.  ❞  Within  her  last  sentence,  she  also  moved  closer  towards  towards  the  concerned  place  for saw damages,  notice  if  there  was  something  else  that  needed  to  be  removed  of  monsters,  meanwhile  keep  her  eyes  in  alert  towards  Mcplain-san  presence.

She is kind, but there is always that long awaited notion that no matter how much someone trains, the 3% lucky enough to be born a dante or strega, those who can perform magical miracles are always those above everyone who cannot. the 97% who cannot be anything else then the phsyical world force. their options post graduation so limited as there were less universities that were capable of handling those a genestellas.

"...You're very nice, but ..."

A pause, before he shakes his head.

It doesn't matter, now does it. the title of strongest is very feeble at most. And so long as geniuses survive and thrive, people like him who pour everything into hard effort are people who would never amount to much. deep inside his heart, he knows this. but as a youth, he still had the time to dream before adult responsibilities come into play.

"As the only genestella in the area right now, I'm obligated to come with you. I hope whatever organization you work for, doens't mind an outsider working with you. I ... have to make a report about this later."

A sigh.

"This is already effecting everything. we were suppose to have a friendly tournament today."

As friendly as blood sport of magic children can be.

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@naivds continue from here

 JUST  STUFF  ?    Madoka   wasn't  the   kind   of   one   to   judge ,   no check that , in fact she couldn't  really  judge  to  how  other's  set  their  expectations ,  for  as  someone  like  her  she  has  a life  but  also  a  duty ,  a  responsibility  she  swore  into  after  becoming  a  magical  girl  . " You sound  like  you're  prepared ,  it  must  be  a  lot  to  deal ,  but  you  seem  like  you  got  it  under control  .    Do   you   have  an  idea   on  what  you're  going  to  do  once  you're  done  ?  "    

How  he  was  supposed  to  admit  he  was  the  Maoh  of  an  entire  kingdom  inside  his  world  ?  How  he  was  supposed  to  confess  he  was  ruling  an  entire  country  all  by  himself,  with  his  young  shoulders,  in  which  no  matter  he  was  flattered  by  many  aids  and  allies  on  the  ask,  part  of  responsabilities  would  fall  upon  himself  ?  How  he  was  supposed  to  expressing  amount  of  guilt  he  was  feeling  every  time  he  must  take  an  decision  ?  Concerning  the  fiance  part,  yes,  for  that  time  around,  he  didn't  brought  that  around.  'Hi,  I'm  an  student,  I'm  dealing  with  high  school  issues  time  to  time,  then  oops,  becoming  an  king  having  an  male  fiance  at  my  side,  and  oh,  we  have  an  adorable  daughter'  Need  of  an  inner  screamings  tourmented  him  mentally  at  mere  possibility  he  might  say  it.  ❝  Uh,  me,  got  it  under  control  ?  ❞  Almost  immedietly,  he  was  ready  to  betray  Wolfram's  name  in  less  than  two  seconds.  Ah,  he  missed  him  so  much  when  he  was  at  home,  heard  him  complaining,  heard  him  always  worried  for  him  ---  ❝  I'm  doing  my  best.  Which  often  ended  up  to  be  called  stupid,  or  doing  stupid  things,  or  both.  ❞  He  admitted  with  a  laugh.  There  was  an  moment  of  silence  concerning  that  last  question.  ❝  Well,  uh,  it's  uh  …  long  term  responsabilities.  Not  something  I  can  resign  out  of  blue,  and  not  something  I  want  to  resign.  It  would  cause  unhappiness,  it  would  break  ---  ❞  An  entire  country,  but  he  couldn't  say  it.  For  one  tiny  moment,  he  pulled  his  hands  on  his  face,  wishing  explanations  could  be  simpler.  ❝  Everyone  count  on  me,  and  expected  enjoying  full-time  happiness  and full-time peace I  will  have,  I  don't  have  any  other  plans.  ❞

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It  was  indeed  different  of  the  place  he  was  intented  to  go,  though,  there  was  consciousness  Shinigami  department  within  the  Meifu  he  was  searching  was  supposed  to  been  one  of  most  obscures  one  coming  from  the  afterlife  world,  and  in  which,  by  all  cases,  they  were  more  bureaucrat  than  soldiers.  Difference  has  been  noticed  right  away,  even  within  an  personal  absence  of  whatever  comment  that  could  have  came  to  escaping  his  lips.  Considering  he  wasn't  the  God  of  the  Underworld  that  could  picturing  more  easily  journey  between  various  Underworld  especially  if  there  was  the  sound  of  the  kid  around  ---  he  was  one  who  opened  some  doors  to  trace  right  path  of  the  way,  although  it  would  remain  for  his  personal  use.  He  nodded  towards  given  explanation.  ❝  Your  work  keeps  part  of  the  underworld  running.  ❞  He  confirmed  concerning  the  last  sentence,  in  which  remnant  of  amusement  pictured  upon  rest  of  explanation.  ❝  Right,  Seireitei,  Soul  Society  concerning  Shinigami  you're  belong  to  ---  ❞  He  repeated  mostly  for  himself,  as  he  was  kind  of  immortal  keeping  relationships  alive.  Concerning  absence  of  explanation  concerning  the  Hollows,  eventually,  he  would  receive  information  he  needed.  As  an  good  distraction,  he  could  allow  himself  to  interfering  where  he  shoudn't,  when  as  much  future  interference  will  be  limited,  he  didn't  think  he  would  remain  silent  of  complains  coming  from  Ju  Oh  Cho  about  the  kid's  difficulties.  It  would  be  a  nice  training  for  show  best  part  of  his  personality  and  avoid  himself  too  much  undesired  rudeness,  since  his  frustration  will  be  from  another  level  with  these  other  Shinigami.  Besides,  with  the  God  of  the  Underworld  behind  his  back,  he  would  quickly  be  reprimanded  if  he  did  something  stupid  !

Hence,  it  has  been  that  sudden  question  who  generated  an  uncontrollable  laugh.  Though,  feeling  was  understandable.  Hades  was  somewhere  the  Greek  Enma-sama  they  had  at  home,  even  if  status  position  was  a  bit  more  different,  and  the  Underworld  not  the  same.  Enma-sama  could  delegating  administrative  work  to  the  Shinigami,  Hades  had  to  take  care  of  it  all  by  himself  and  would  have  liked  to  have  only  a  few  papers  and  arrangements  to  do.  ❝  Oh,  you  are  interested  to  met  Hades  ?  ❞  There  was  playfulness  and  brightness  on  his  tone.  When  intention  has  been  expanded,  another  amusement  came.  What  he  would  be  naturally  to  react  in  consequence,  Hades  will  somewhere  reflect  him  …  or  the  another  way  around.  ❝  If  you  allow  me  to  give  more  details,  I  would  be  happy  to  give  some  strategic  advice  or  interfere  within  framework  of  my  possibilities.  ❞  Mocking  comment  resonated  afterwards  concerning  Hades.  ❝  He  may  become  a  studious  observer  of  your  situation,  and  comment  upon  circumstances.  ❞  Nevertheless,  it  has  been  that  last  sentence,  in  which  gratefully,  this  was  around  an  Shinigami,  in  which  an  disdainful  comment  betrayed  his  lips.  ❝  Hades,  keeping  his  hands  out  of  affairs  of  others  ?  It  could  have  been,  but  he  likes  to  interfere  too  much  in  his  own  way.  ❞  There  was  consciousness  he  likewise  insulted  himself  though  that  sentence  for  acting  the  same,  nevertheless,  was  unable  not  to  expose  to  other  souls  he  was  treating  Hades  like  an  rival.  Afterwards  couple  of  minutes  of  betrayal  concerning  such  emotions,  he  reassured.  ❝  Your  prayer  to  see  him  will  soon  be  answered.  He  has  much  more  margin  of  interference  than  mine.  He  has  been  watching  where  I  come  from  all  along,  but  only  showed  up  at  the  end,  and  if  the  sound  of  the  underworld  resonates  anywhere,  eventually,  he  will  be  there.  Within  reason.  For  an  unsaid  meaning.  ❞

❝ Seireitei is where I am from. It is where the shinigami live within the Soul Society. We are seperate from the souls that live there. Shinigami govern the Soul Society, and we balance the world ----- or so it is said. ❞ For there were always those who sought power. The system sounded good on paper, but over the course of time, many have come to question the system and its rules. It is imperfect. Nothing is perfect. But was a system which worked. It was unfortunate that it required imbalance to maintain. Souls lived in poverty. However, they did not hunger. Only those with the talent to become Shinigami felt hunger.

Toshiro lifts his gaze. Nothing in particular his focus. However, he reflects on this conversation and the existence of a god he has never met. ❝ What if I desire to meet this Hades you have spoken of? ❞

❝ Perhaps he can help turn the tide of this tale. After all, it is developing into a rather turbulent story. ❞ An ironic choice of words as a mere chess piece within the game. Toshiro was not the one creating the tale nor the one weaving its lines. However, he understood how perilous it was for them all. If anything, the one pulling the strings and the player in this game was Kurosaki Ichigo. He was the one constantly evolving and reaching to new heights. In the terms used by Lelouch ----- Ichigo was close to touching a higher realm and becoming a witch within the context of these realms Leloucyh spoke of.

❝ Or is he the sort of god to keep his hands out of the affairs of others? ❞

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Oh.  Gratefully,  she  has  been  around  within  the  desire  of  someone  who  craving  magic,  coming  from  an  outside  and  inner  source,  in  which  reassurance  would  be  made  another  term  would  be  pulled  to  the  consideration.  Hence,  upon  the  mistaken  term  she  called  herself  for  join  that  dimension  meaning  of  magical  users,  gentleness  smile  born  instead.  There  was  an  sweetness  in  which  she  wasn't  apologizing  for,  in  which  remnant  of  nostalgia  and  emotions  embracing  her  at  an  remembrance  that  might  haunt  her  for  a  long  time.  Alright,  within  that  world,  having  magic,  as  something  that  you  gain,  as  something  you  could  use  from  outside  were  called  stregas.  Genestellars  concerned  the  people  who  were,  somewhere,  witches  within  themselves,  she  can  muse  around.  Hence,  coming  from  her  mistake,  there  was  still  apologies,  for  respecting  politeness.  ❝   Thank  you  for  have  corrected  me.  ❞   Even  bit  accoustumed  by  now  to  witnessing  other  worlds  than  her,  she  wasn't  considering  herself  an  expert.  Degree  of  missions,  somewhere,  turned  bit  different  of  what  it  was  initially  within  the  affair  she  has  been  associated  with  …  ❝   Monsters  are  human  representations  of  their  emotions  made  by  their  own  mama  ?  ❞   Information  only,  didn't  giving  her  big  reassurance  about  which  feelings  that  humanity  was.  ❝   It  seems  the  mana  became  uncontrollable  …  ❞   Or  it  was  another  consequence  of  another  Jewel  Seeds  lost  within  inside  another  world,  another  time  …  in  which  reason  will  be  further  obscure  about  how  it  ended  up  in  England,  and  how  someone  who  wasn't  exactly  human,  an  boy  fated  to  the  Underworld  by  an  demon's  deal,  and  an  boy  wanting  to  be  a  witch,  finding  themselves  at  crossroads  of  Lost  Logia.  She  nodded.  She  was  learning.  ❝   It  came  from  an  outsider  cause,  then,  though  inner  reason  must  have  created  some  of  it.  I'm  afraid  I'll  have  to  check  concerned  place  for  investigate.  If  it's  an  magic  coming  from  whatever  other  world,  I'll  have  to  contain  it.  I'm  sorry  really.  ❞   She  has  been  close  to  asking  him  if  he  mind,  if  she  was  checking  ---  very  old  habits  of  her.  Amusement  came  out  considering  his reasons.  ❝   Never  give  up  your  efforts,  and  that  long-awaited  day  will  come  to  you.  ❞ 

Reality is often one that needs to be understood, to be considered factual reality. Despite everything the emergence of monsters is something that needed nothing to be explained, that only those whose powers exceeded that of his had the biggest chance of stopping it. as much as it put dirty water taste into his mouth...he is rather useless in the face of true magic. One where people could sprout flames into the air while he could only lift. the body was not just for show and envy, the average genestellar capable of lifting cars hence the extreme method he had to do to simply catch up with those who can simply fireball people faces off.

"People who can shoot their magic externally are called stregas. If anyone asks, thats what your called." he says, perhaps to cover her identity up because he had a feeling that something wasn't quiet adding up, the adrenaline not quiet making him feel comfortable right now in accepting all the new information happening around him.

"It can be artificially done...monsters like these often come when dense mana is in the air and human emotions are...intense."

"Listen, I didn't study to be a professor of monsters. I only want to be the strongest out there, but right now something fell into the stadium and all these monsters started popping up." he points to the glowing stadium in the distance.

"it fell from the sky. thats all we know, we had to evacuate afterwards. all the students and normies."