#╰ ･ﾟ 𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧. ✶ ◞ INBOX.

[cadavors]

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

( from little mister yuji :D )

      𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇, 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌. scarlet hues blend with salmon floral patterns ornate fabric, tied off with a string that was immediately utilized. mouth curved into the softest smile, magenta sunken gaze appearing less 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 for the moment. arms raise, billowing sleeves gliding down to either elbow as fingers attempted to knot the object around one of his ponytails. ❛ don't have pockets ... ❞ he clarifies so as not to appear foolish in front of his little brother. ❛ does it look okay ? ❞ suppose it was the thought that truly counted in this tender moment shared. no one has ever given him luck to carry around before, what does it mean ?

      must be a 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 barrier of sorts, but choso doesn't raise questions. as eldest, you never impose a lack of understanding. always take the lead, adapt. there's an urge to ruffle his neatly upstyled hair, but decides against it when reminded that they still had boundaries to address.

𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩 𖥔 // @gravesung ( accepting. )

[cadavors]

“ If it helps, I can come inside. ”

      𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. every fiber bends to a whim that isn't his own, knees wanting to give way as overwhelming bliss came crashing down. spasms wracked through his body, leaving sparks and indescribable sensations that made him writhe. cheek pressed into the mattress, spilling over into cold sheets, coating them with a groveled 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐗 that makes his voice sputter incoherent whimpers. arms remained tied at the small of his back, fists were clenching nails digging into his palms. reaching that peak from only hands might have embarrassed most people, however choso didn't have a basis to reference when obscene acts came into play.

      this man was the pivotal point with no return, that 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 which dragged him under where an innocent mind never thought to venture : he imagined it felt like drowning, stealing the oxygen from one's lungs as darkness crept at the corners of their vision. there is a beginning to everything, and nothing to be ashamed of. but the way his lover's words arrive so confidentially sends a chill down an arched spine. again, he wants that 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 again. it numbs the world around him, leads thoughts astray. those insignificant bouts of pleasure made him forget everything, even when pain arrives from overstimulation.

      and he’s become addicted to it … wanted more than just fingers and languid teasing. chest would be 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 come morning, silicone clamps gathering tender skin that seemed to harden along with his arousal. the chains attached to a leather collar, obsidian material complimenting stark complexion. satoru would often tug at them, press plump lips against the curve of his shoulder. there were marks left behind, deep 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 resembling different shades / they appeared more intense when reaching further inward. glass eyes shift beneath heavy lids, blinking away what felt similar to being exhausted.

      a groan vibrates, not physically capable of brushing aside stray brunette strands from his forehead. they 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆 with sweat, disheveled and curling at the ends from moisture permeating the atmosphere. ❛ inside. ❞ hips nudged back for any form of contact, teeth gritting with need and whining out when impatience began to settle. ❛ please, satoru inside. ❞ hoarse desperation, almost bordering a demanding tone. it would help, being 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 with his adoration. mind, body, and soul craved him like a vital resource. substitutions wouldn’t satisfy.

[cadavors]

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

      𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑. though tranquility abruptly ends as their humble abode is entered and a light is subconsciously turned on to guide the man's way inside. eyelids scrunched, weary lashes fluttering away that tedious 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 left behind when awakened : in this case, the curse is sleep deprived and only became worse off when he didn't come home as expected. dark circles were a natural quality he possessed, but peering deeper would unveil bloodshot eyes. outlandish to believe, but there was a time that choso 𝐖𝐄𝐏𝐓 when they couldn't be together every waking moment. his smooth voice penetrates that haze, where dreams and reality meshed.

      each syllable tightens around his heart, ❛ no, just waiting for you. ❞ lies on his tongue, slurred from having passed out on the couch body was about to fall over its 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 edges. one arm squeezed around a pillow, and he vaguely recalls cuddling with it / seeking warmth. no doubt his mind played a trick and thought it was satoru.

[cadavors]

Hands Choso another bun tail. This one is different—

      𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃. inquiries remain unspoken but are detectable through his wavering gaze it flickers across the bunny tail and dazzling eyes which possessed something suggestive yet undistinguishable to him. no clasp, or an elastic bang. odd thing to toss his way, however the object of his affections is nonchalantly 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 up and down within his palm. as though testing the weight, and making an effort to grasp such an eluding concept. ❛ but this one doesn't stick on ... ❞ finally, an assessment is made. fluffy end is pinched between freshly polished digits, extending outward so choso could wave his apparent accessory in that handsome face. ❛ are we supposed to play catch with it or something ? ❞ dry 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 was his saving grace when puzzled, because it looks like something you'd hit with a racket.

[cadavors]

-smacks his ass hard -

      reels back a fist to punch him in the ass 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 ...

[cadavors]

follow me and stay close .

      𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. footsteps carry with precision behind the other man as instructed. a mirrored tactic, each movement matched in tandem stride as sight captures bouts of cursed energy in every direction. either can see it, like an 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 realization. forest surrounded them, shadow cast from the brimming moon weighing down overhead. dreary, pale luminescence upon ashen skin. satoru seemed to glow like a beacon, limbs clad with obsidian, snowy tresses capturing faint glimmers mythical, it was. as though seeing a legendary creature in the distance and deemed insane by the masses for believing your own eyes. beautiful as he is caring ... equivalent to a distraction when the severity of their situation began to arise at its peak.

      heart warmed, reminded him to take another breath and 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒 elsewhere. the tattoo across his bridge would reform accordingly, simplistic arrows narrowing over eyelids. blood gathers into spheres, swirls soundlessly, and enacts as a barrier around them. crimson orbs await direction, obediently dancing in gradual rotation. choso could be reckless, act on impulse and strike with aimless bursts he goes against that greater instinct. ❛ you worry too much. don't think i can handle it ? ❞ teasing, sounding somewhat lackluster with his naturally deep tone. but there is a 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 to spite everything.

𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩 𖥔 // @brazenlystrong ( accepting. )

[cadavors]

hands Choso a Tamagotchi.

      𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌. smile crept upon his lips from the design choice, melancholic eyes brightening with a childish observation made aloud. ❛ kuromi ❞ index finger absently pressed at the buttons, squinting ever slightly when soft beeps arose from the device : that must indicate something. moments pass, engrossed by the sudden blob creature he managed to 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓 on a greyscale screen. adorable pixels swayed, not once looking up as movement guided him to lean over marble countertops just shy of the kitchen. tamagotchi gadget dangles from the keyring chain, spine still curved and resting on his elbow before signaling for satoru to come see. ❛ it kinda looks like kechizu. ❞

[cadavors]

hugs Choso from behind and squishes his cheek on top of his head.

      𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍. nails are tapping and scraping at console buttons in unbridled haste. skip the cutscene, theme music replays, and it's game over yet again. stubbornness maintained his attention, even lured choso from the sofa in order to stand closer as if that would make any difference, the outcome seemed predestined. arms 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 without a reaction, not realizing his approach to comfort the curses fuming under his breath. ❛ maybe i need to level up more. ❞ obviously, but it was never a bright idea to tell someone that they weren't good enough. practice makes perfect, trial and error was inevitable.

      umber eyes were unblinking, warmth radiating through an oversized crewneck and finally garnering the softest exhale from once pursed lips. ❛ it's an optional boss, but the guidebook said he gives you an item. ❞ continue ... ? bold font prompted. a 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄 of his head ensues, very subtle so at not to disturb the man resting against him. hand lowers to overlay the one resting at his waist, fingers squeezing it tenderly : this small gesture expresses his own appreciation for satoru's patience, knowing well that his temper shines when challenged and even more so when frustrated. ❛ let's play mario kart, instead. ❞

[cadavors]

makes a heart with his hands @ Choso

      charmed umbers are surveying the gesture, canting his head before averting that attention with a breathy chuckle. mere moments pass, forming a blood heart which promptly 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒 in the palm of his hand choso extends it toward him, an innocent smile forming into the most uncharacteristic grin anyone had ever witnessed. he should keep it safe and sound, a glimmering jewel displayed and fawned over as the testament to his undying adoration. @brazenlystrong