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[sorcereratted]

( please ) don't tell anyone about this . ( mirai — probably pushed a little too far ... gained more sharp teeth or pointier ears because of his family's curse :/ )

     Hotaru knows so little about the counselor. Whatever's gone on to result in the other's now sharper teeth remains a mystery to him. But he tries all the same to give some form of comfort. A gentle hand rubbing their back, an attempt to assure them that they're listening. That there's nothing for the other to worry about. “ I'm more concerned about if you're alright or not, Mirai – I won't tell anyone but I'm – I'm just worried, are you sure that we shouldn't do something? You know better I'm… um… I might not be the best right now actually, am I just making it worse? ”

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[sorcereratted]

     “ Guess we're of the same mind then. ” he laughs gently. For everything that had happened through his life, it was always better to just remember things were okay. So long as there weren't any more possibly world-ending scenarios that needed to be taken care of. 

     For now, he was glad things had at least settled. That there was a routine to get back into. Even if they were still dealing with the fallout of how things had gone – there were some days that were better than others. Easier. At the very least, he would be grateful for what they had now. For those that were safe and sound. He wasn't sure what he would've done if any of his students had gotten hurt to the extent his friends and colleagues had –. He didn't even know what to do about that most days.

     “ Hm? Oh, no, I haven't. How about I treat you to something there as a welcome home? ”

He only offers a smile back in return. What's done is done — what more is there to say? And, surprisingly enough, there hadn't been a substantial amount of damage inflicted onto him this time. Only a few scratches and bruises under the cover of recently washed clothing. Nothing he couldn't handle.

"It is! That's what I tell everyone, too." Ever since he found the conviction to be a sorcerer, at least. Back when he'd been presented a shard of hope that it is possible to change the trajectory of his life. Even when that meant understanding the truth of how Rika continued to be. How dire things were upon coming home. How such a disastrous outcome still impacts their lives today.

"Oh, have you eaten yet? I know I've only been gone for a week, but I missed that yakitori place down the street."

[sorcereratted]

"Your eyes remind me of a dream I once had," Mirai starts, voice still sleep-thick and soft. "A moment suspended in kindness. Patience. Allowed some enjoyment for the smaller things in life. I think there was fruit picked right from the vine and shared over laughter. Don't remember what it'd been about, but it felt warm. Nice."

     As quiet as they are, their voice still surprises him when it replaces the silence that had lingered mere moments before. As if the first statement isn't enough to fluster him, Mirai continues. That not only do amber eyes remind of a dream, but of a warmth. Some kind dream that had been enough to linger in their memory like this. To be told about when usually such things slip away the moment on becomes conscious. And how easily the smaller is burying his reddening features in his hands. Trying to piece together how he's meant to respond to what feels so personal and sweet. He brings a hand up to tuck part of their hair behind a pointed ear instead. As if it will distract him enough from how flustered he's become.

     “ I don't know how you manage every time to leave me speechless. Like – any words I try to give you will pale in comparison. How unfair it is. ”

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[sorcereratted]

"What if they kissed?" yuma!

     “ I told you, I'm really okay. It's just a scratch. ” Always far more worried about everyone else, it seemed. That was just in his nature. He'd let the others get looked over first, his own injuries were nothing special, really. Nothing he couldn't handle on his own if he weren't so tired from the mission he'd been on. Still, the other's eyes had him shrinking if just a bit, that nervous laugh escaping as he reached out to take Yuma's hand. “ Hey, don't give me that look. I was careful just like I promised I'd be. It really isn't that bad. ”

     It's when he's sure nobody else is looking – nobody to bother them – that he pulls the doctor down to his level so that their lips can meet. As if something as simple as a kiss can make everything better. Or, at least Hotaru's hope is that it can placate the other just a tad. Make it all the more understandable that he'd done what he could to stay out of harms way. Sometimes, it seemed, that the fate of a sorcerer was to get at least a little roughed up during an outing. They couldn't all be like Satoru, after all. But for someone as meek as Hotaru was, he at least knew how to do his job. And he knew how to do it well.

     As the pair pulled apart, he'd give that usual sheepish smile, reaching up to boop the doctor's nose. As if they were younger, playing some silly game. And not sitting in the infirmary. Words on the tip of his tongue before he was pulled back for another. This one deeper, hands resting on the taller male's shoulders as he melted into the affection. The way that their tongues for only a moment seemed to dance together before being pulled apart again.

     “ Am I still in trouble? ”

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[sorcereratted]

"What if they kissed?" - sage and hotaru.... 👉🏻👈🏻

     Time spent with Sage always felt rather nice, he found. That the usual hustle and bustle of his day to day tended to feel a bit more manageable when at the end of it all, there was someone he could relax with. Someone who could take away the anxieties that he felt on a constant basis. Replace them with a genuine want for affection and excitement. A want to simply be near him, even.

     They'd gone to a theme park, merely because Hotaru had expressed interest in it months before and now it had seemed appropriate for Sage to take his partner there. To let him experience something he'd mentioned never having the ability to before. So much had been enticing when they'd first started. The sights, the sounds, the smells. And for quite awhile, they'd been having fun together. At least, until an hour or so in, when the business day had picked up more. When the sounds became too much for the sensitive sorcerer and it required the two of them to slip into a quieter corner. Something that proved a bit difficult to do, given where they were, but something they managed all the same.

     Sage's hands gently caressing the smaller male's face, trying to keep him focused. To help him relax and calm down from the burgeoning overstimulation that he felt. The only person in the world allowed to touch him when he felt this overwhelmed. Hotaru remembering to catch his breath. Count and notice the little things that could bring him back down to earth. His own hand going to rest over Sage's as he started to feel more at ease. Their foreheads resting together for just a moment. For the time it took him to properly settle into himself.

     And once he was feeling more stable, he'd press a kiss to the other's nose. A quiet thanks as that nervous smile came back onto Hotaru's features. Before he was caught by surprise when their lips locked. Not that they hadn't time and time again, but in the moment, he hadn't been expecting it. Melting against the other as he wrapped his arms around the taller male. As they parted only to readjust the way their lips met. The way Hotaru's hand was running through Sage's hair. The way Sage had wrapped himself around the smaller male's waist. Soft, quiet breaths taken in between each kiss before they finally parted. And a soft laugh escaped Hotaru's lips.

     “ I really love you…thank you – for being patient with me. ”

what if they kissed ? || accepting || @cursedfell

[sorcereratted]

are you wearing my shirt? it looks good on you. ( higu - he's going to go bonkers )

     “ Oh – yeah, I hope you don't mind, mine was kinda ruined so… ” Hotaru isn't drowning in the garment, but it hangs off his frame nicely all the same. Part of the fabric tied just near his hip so it hugs his waist on that side. Enough that the shorts he's wearing underneath are just visible enough as he raises his arms to tie up his hair. An inviting picture, though he's clueless to that fact. After all he's a bit too small for anyone to ever steal his clothing in turn. “ You think? Should I wear your clothes around your place more often? ”

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[sorcereratted]

don't worry, i make a great pillow. ( yuma - literally just found out yesterday that he's got Biddies )

     If he weren't so tired, maybe he would've thought more about where he was. Thought more about how easily he curled up against the taller male. Head resting on his chest when giving the invitation. I make a great pillow. It brought a quiet laugh before it was interrupted by a yawn. “ I think most people love a good pillow. ” he mumbles, reaching up to run his hand over the other's cheek. Soft and sleepy smile spread across his features. “ Just don't let me sleep too long? ”

lots of flirting || accepting

[sorcereratted]

can you tie this for me ? ( nanami post-canon where he's not exactly able to tie his own tie because of how his arm prosthetic still needs some finetuning — yes, he's very clearly hesitant and vulnerable in asking )

     Hearing the other catches him by surprise, not because he hadn't known he was there, but because of what he's asking. The hesitance in his voice is obvious, and its that reason that brings a soft smile to his lips. Reassuring as he turns around. Lithe fingers taking the fabric of the tie so that he can assist the other with it. “ I don't mind helping… when my uncle got older as men tend to I used to do this for him all the time, too. I've never been a tie guy myself but… ” He smooths the fabric down and smiles up at Nanami, his hand remaining on the other's chest. “ They say it makes the man or whatever, right? I think this one looks nice on you. ”

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[sorcereratted]

     Hotaru knew perhaps better than most how difficult it could be to adjust to new things. Routine and normalcy were things that he relished in, after all. Change didn't come easy, so how could he blame any of the students for being unsure of how to interact at times? At least there was a similarity between he and Megumi that could be built upon in this moment. And something that so easily sparked the teacher's interests. For Shikigami and curse techniques were something he so eagerly went out of his way to learn about when he wasn't buried in the work that he had to do. Setting aside the papers he'd been working on, he'd rest his chin his hands a moment. Thinking over the other's question. 

     “ You can ask me anything, about my ability or otherwise. As for that . . . they definitely each have their own quirks and personality I think. For example, Midori is more impatient and he tends to bite if people get unruly when we're trying to utilize his skills for healing people. Murasaki on the other hand is pretty relaxed, maybe because their abilities are opposite so are their personalities . . ? Sorry, I think I got a little caught up in my own thoughts there. The quicker answer would be – yes I can and they do. ”

Shikigami were tools of violence and triumph as well as his most trusted companions. Shadows were the foundation of his ability, thus darkness was a place of comfort. Fushiguro Megumi did not handle normal interactions with the vigor and merriment as everyone else. Of course, he was capable of carrying a normal conversation; he was no sociopath. It was a matter of choice, and Megumi had dealt with Satoru Gojō to the point his benefactor and teacher had become a comfort creature. As annoying as the sorcerer was, he had been a fixture in his life for ten years, so it was strange dealing with another sensei. Another person to look up to? Well, that was entirely up to Omamori Hotaru, wasn't it? Megumi was about to turn around and leave when his sensei's attention was caught, and he was inevitably forced to go through with his plan. The spiky haired teenager shuffled inside but did not take a seat nor did he mirror that welcoming smile. There was no edge to Megumi's expression, but there was no warmth to be found either.

── ❛ Omamori sensei, could I ask you a few questions about your ability? When it comes to your shikigami, do you . . feel them? By that I mean . . do they have thoughts or emotions? ❜

[sorcereratted]

"...so... I um... I like your shikigami?" Is that a good way to start a conversation? Regardless of first impressions, it feels like it's been forever since he's interacted with a new person. Or a new sorcerer that isn't a kid. One of his own shikigami perched on his shoulder, standing on its hind legs as it sniffed and investigated the taller man almost like a real rat would.

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[sorcereratted]

"What if they kissed?" nanamin!

     It's the smell of food cooking that gets him out of bed finally. One of Nanami's shirts hanging loosely around his figure as he makes his way into the kitchen. Rubbing sleep from his eyes before he wrapped his arms around the taller man from behind. A quite mumble of good morning as he simply stands pressed against the other's back. No need for anything else in that moment, as if he could fall asleep again standing up. Like all he could ever want is to be stood pressed against the other as he continues in his cooking.

     He opens his eyes to worm his way under one of Kento's arms after a moment. Curiously eyeing whatever it is that he's making. A soft yawn escaping him as the other man's arm wraps around him in turn. And there's a smile that gives away how half-conscious he really is as he's pulled in closer to the other while simultaneously being moved away from the stove. Whether that's out of a want to keep him from burning himself or a quiet tease on how he isn't allowed to use the damned thing, Hotaru doesn't really care. Mostly because he isn't awake enough to. 

     The smaller sorcerer reaches up to wrap his arms around the other's shoulders. Laughing softly when he's picked up off the ground to make it easier for them to exchange in the little affections that come so naturally, it seems. For absently kisses to be trailed along Kento's jawline before he reaches his real desire, the other man's lips. How sweet it feels to bask in the moment, really. Of two people just melded together. Hotaru swears every time that he tastes like something long forgotten but perfect all the same. Even if this morning it happens to be from taste-testing what he's been preparing.

     Once the pair parts, he rests his head on the taller man's shoulder if only for a moment before he's set back down. Though, he'll stay pressed against him as he had been. Wrapped around his waist as he watches the other cook.

     “ That's one way to say good morning..~. ”

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[sorcereratted]

"I hear Paris is beautiful this time of year."

An almost crass sounding chuckle's actually drawn from across the bed. Crass in a way that sounds much too free and at ease when coming from someone like Kento. Someone usually kept orderly, neat and tidy ... Now look at him.

Look at them all.

Any hint of upkeep to their hair's already been threaded loose. Hiromi has a terrible habit of how his hands wander when things start to get heated. And who can blame him? Both men looked like they're wound far too tight, and reasoned that a little mussing was an adequate start. Then it'd been the discarding of clothes. Layer by layer, peeled off and flung about — though, Kento did try to fold a few articles. To which Hiromi simply pointed out how all of that attention could be put to better use, i.e., the youngest of their merry trio.

Now, they're here.

Kento's situated near the foot of the bed, doing his best with sufficient prep and then some. He's been working the third finger in and around well beyond what's necessary. At the opposite end, Hiromi has his back leaning against the headboard with both legs spread. Clearly, he's at enough leisure to spitball corny shit while Hotaru's caught flushed and trembling so prettily between them.

Honestly, Hiromi's convinced he could get off just like this. He could and yet ...

Hiromi reaches down, takes the sorcerer by the chin and encourages him forward just an inch more. Until the dripping crown of his cock's smudging a pinkened cheek. "You'll have to let us know what the view's like, won't you Hotaru-chan?"

     Maybe if he wasn't currently out of his mind due to the situation they were in, he would've thought more on what the other was saying. Pushed at him and his corny lines that always seem to come up at the worst times. How he can swear they ruin moments like this. Though, those words are only ever brought up before the act.

     Because how can he even focus to register the other's words during?

     His voice is instead swallowed by the symphony of sounds that leave him as Kento's fingers reach the deepest parts of him. Purposefully working at where he knows will get the most reactions – perhaps the best ones. Fingers gripping tight to sheets as he tries to keep any form of composure beneath the feeling. To have any sense of self to even reply to the words that had been aimed at him. Half-lidded amber drifting up to meet with Hiromi's as it feels like his words are going in one ear and out the other. Focused far too much on the way that his cock has pressed against his skin and how immediately he shifts enough to run his tongue along the underside. Gaze never breaking from the other.

     “ Yes sir..~. ”

     He's registered that it's a question at the very least, something he needs to do. That much at least he can make out amid the dizzying heat of their bodies and the wet mess that he's become. Smudging lipstick as he presses a trail of kisses along the Hiromi's length. Ever eager to please yet seeming to wait for a permission granted. Like he needs the explicit order before he goes any further than he has.

     Like an obedient pet, really.

     Really it's a miracle with how Kento's been touching him that he can muster any words at all. His hips lifting slightly to press back and push those digits further into his entrance. Rolling ever slightly to the rhythm he's set. If this was prep then he was going to go wild when they got to the main course. A shuddering, whimpering moan escaping his lips before they're pressing again along sensitive skin. Watching the other sorcerer with those ever eager eyes.

     “ Do I – deserve my treat yet? ”

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[sorcereratted]

     It always feels like a hurdle to cross in the mornings. Shuffling through this and that to make sure that Hotaru has everything he needs. To make sure that nothing's been left behind. His gaze is only on his feet as he makes his way through the courtyard. Avoiding any lingering anxieties that come from his personal worries. Another day of educating the younger generation, hoping that he's doing right by then.

     And it's as if he's walking in a nightmare when he trips over seemingly nothing and the papers are sent flying. Scattered to the wind as he tries to catch any before his attempt to just pick them up off the ground. As if his morning couldn't be any more burdensome than burnt breakfasts and cold coffees. It feels like there's something out for him today, and it's made all the more obvious as he crouches down to try picking them all up. The sound of a soft voice hitting those artificially pointed ears as amber eyes look up.

     How flush spreads over his darker features as he tries to find the words to properly speak. A hand coming up to take the papers as he, too, rises to his feet. “ Um – thank you very much. I – goodness, I feel like I just lost my grip on…well, everything. ” Its a bittersweet and nervous laugh that leaves him, his other hand moving to rub at the back of his neck. Embarrassed now beneath the gaze of the other, even with reassurance clear in his tone. He feels almost bare beneath the gaze of another person having seen him stumble in such a way.

sage starter for @sorcereratted

sage  stands  quietly  at  the  edge  of  the  courtyard,  his  tall  frame  casting  a  long  shadow  in  the  fading  sunlight.  the  sounds  of  students  bustling  around  him  seem  distant,  his  thoughts  lost  in  the  quiet  hum  of  his  surroundings.  his  purple eyes,  sharp  yet  thoughtful,  drift  over  the  campus  as  he  observes  the  movements  of  his  colleagues  and  students  alike.

he's  about  to  turn  away  when  he  notices  a  figure  hurrying  across  the  yard—shorter  than  most,  and  seemingly  struggling  to  juggle  a  handful  of  papers.  in  a  moment  of  misfortune,  the  papers  slip  from  the  person's  grip,  scattering  across  the  ground  like  leaves  caught  in  a  windstorm.  sage  blinks,  his  usual  silence  interrupted  by  a  soft  sigh  as  he  steps  forward  without  hesitation.  his  large  hands  move  with  practiced  care,  gathering  the  papers  with  a  gentleness  that  contrasts  his  imposing  stature.

as  he  rises  to  his  full  height,  he  offers  the  papers  with  a  quiet  but  warm  expression.  his  voice,  though  soft,  carries  a  hint  of  reassurance.  "here,"  sage  murmurs,  his  tone  calm  and  measured.  “seems  like  you're  having  a  rough  day.”  he  steps  back,  giving  the  other  person  space,  his  gaze  softening  just  a  touch.  despite  his  reserved  nature,  something  about  this  small  interaction  feels  unexpectedly  grounding.

[sorcereratted]

"What if they kissed?" mirai!

     “ Hey! You're not busy right now, right? ” It's more a question for formalities sake than anything else, as he can more or less see that they aren't. The door behind him is shut and he crosses the gap of space between the pair before he leans down to take their face in his hands and press their lips together gently, quickly. A smile spreading across his features as he looks at them before going back to the door, ready to leave in a moment. “ I'm heading out so I just – wanted to give you one since I'm not sure how long it'll take, y'know? ”

     Though, he's stopped as he goes to open it, their hand on his wrist before he lets out a laugh. Alright, one kiss wasn't enough, it seems. He lets out a quiet hum as he wraps his arms around their shoulders, head tilting just slightly. As if he's some puppy begging for a treat or forgiveness for thinking that could be an alright way to say ‘goodbye for now.’ Gentle fingers reach up to brush part of their behind their ear. A quiet whisper of an apology before their back together again. A soft hum as their lips lock together before they're adjusting just once. A moment soft and sweet between the two before they pull apart. If for only a second before Hotaru is pressing his lips to their cheeks again. Chuckling softly as he reaches to try and clean the stain his lipstick has left there.

     At least there's some humor found in it between the pair. Really, he should've thought about that before leaving his mark, right? There's still people who no doubt want to see the counselor besides just the man who longs for their affections at every turn.

     “ When I do get back, we should go out, though. Yeah? Hah, alright. I love you! ”

     And then he's off. Albeit, a bit reluctantly now.

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[sorcereratted]

"What if they kissed?" higu!

     Quiet moments always feel like a blessing when one lives a life as constantly moving as either of them do. Moments that are busy as ever and full of nothing but work or other stressors. So a moment to simply unwind feels like a godsend. Especially one that sees them relaxing in the tub together, Hotaru quietly pressed against Hiromi's chest. Neither really making an attempt to get clean, but rather just enjoying the time that they have together. As made more obvious by whatever book the smaller of the two has chosen to bring in to focus on. Something to keep his mind from worrying as it often does.

     It's the feeling of the other's hands running through brown tresses that causes him to close said book and lean his head back to look up at him. A quiet smile playing across his lips as he feels Hiromi's lips press against his forehead. A sweet and simple gesture, but one he appreciates just as greatly as the bigger ones.

     Hotaru tosses the book just enough so its landed amid the pile of their shed clothes and turns so that he can face the other instead. A hand reaching up to hold onto his face absently, thumb rubbing against his cheek. Simply taking the moment to enjoy looking over the countenance of the man who's company he adores so much. The man that he finds such a joy in. And without so much as a word shared between them, they're meeting halfway for their lips to lock and meld together. Amber eyes fluttering shut as he all but melts against the other male's frame. Feels arms snake around his waist. And the moment feels more peaceful than he thinks he's ever really been. Just enjoying the warm bath and the feeling of Hiromi's lips and his own. So much so that when they have to pull away, he's pouting if only for a moment. Laughing as they rest their foreheads together and he sticks his tongue out.

     “ You're very lucky that I don't like when the water gets cold, or we'd be here together all day like this… ”

what if they kissed ? || accepting || @tewwor

[sorcereratted]

you make it hard to focus. ( nanami - yeah... he's been stealing glances )

     “ I feel like I should be the one saying that – I mean it's hard to focus on anything else. ” He brushes part of his hair back as he looks up at the other. That nervous smile replaced by something a bit more confident for once. Even with the flush that spreads up into his pointed ears, Nanami's own admittance has made it a bit easier to actually talk about the way that he feels in turn. Something about knowing that it's mutual, he thinks. It loosens the tongue easier. Makes it possible to say those things always on his lips but never enough to actually leave them. “ Maybe we could…be distracted by each other somewhere nicer? Once we're done? ”

lots of flirting || accepting