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[merakiui]

There's an AFTERL!FE blog now! I'm so happy. All of your posts are so good and I love how you write. Would it be possible to get another story about Theo and Nine's rivalry? The way you write them is just so fun and enjoyable to read.

(Thank you so much! I’m very happy that you like my posts. (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ* You may definitely have another story of their rivalry! I had a blast writing it. This can be considered a sequel to Cake, but it can be read as a standalone as well.)

Nerium Oleander (Theo and Nine)

Stalkers are poison ivy. Their victims are innocent trees, who breathe life and fortune into the one who watches them like a hawk. Twining around their limbs like rope and heavy iron and keeping them pinned for all their worth—it’s a display of parasitic infatuation. Love, like any other emotion felt in full, is awfully draining. Day and night, allowing that person to consume your thoughts. Thinking and wondering if they appreciate you just as much as you value them. Wishing that they would notice everything you’ve done for them on the sidelines. Loathing anyone who threatens that nonexistent relationship.

As fate would have it, there are unlucky instances in which love is one-sided.

Theo simply can’t bear the thought of that, so he becomes oleander—a flower blooming in beautiful death. One hint of its aroma can send you to an early grave. Every inch of the inviting flower is bathed in poison, and yet it’s still so gorgeous. Why is it that the ugliest personalities have the prettiest shells? It’s frustrating to know that he has competition. In a setting with nineteen other Reapers, Theo’s got a lot on his plate. Like ivy and oleander, it’s the exterior that fools. A sharp, monstrous idea can be wonderful as long as it’s hidden within layers of honeyed promises. Like a cake that’s stacked with plenty of delicious flavors.

He doesn’t want to waste his time on endeavors that won’t bear any fruit, but befriending every Reaper will have its benefits. He’s already made a list of those who pose the highest threat to his precious manager. Nine is at the very top, his name circled in black pen. As much as he dislikes the polite and oh-so-gracious Reaper, he has to pretend as if the two of them are friendly coworkers. As if he doesn’t wish for Nine to transfer to another Department or to cease existing. But immortality is funny like that. You’re either stuck with the best people in the world or the fiends of your worst nightmares. Theo wonders if this is his punishment. Spending an eternity with Nine is far more hellish than Quincy and his status as a devil.

Which is why he holds so much hatred for those who hurt his manager, specifically the ones who simply don’t know when to quit.

The blue-eyed oleander witnesses it in the early hours of the morning during a particularly unfavorable mission. A vengeful spirit had the gall to hurt his manager, and they had even more of a spine to talk to them as if they were a worthless weed. In his garden of noxious plants, Theo sees the disgusting hemlock attempting to snuff out the beauty that is his beloved rose. His expression switches in an instant, a light flickering behind those expansive eyes. There are so many emotions he feels in that moment, but fear is dominant as it grabs his heart and squeezes. The spirit could kill them. It’s about to kill them, and he’s flipping through his spell book with rapturous intent.

And then Nine is at their side, shielding them from the spirit’s attack. Before him, the specter vents in anger, spewing meaningless insults. Theo feels as though he’s just been kicked in the stomach. Why is it so hard to get to you? he thinks, gripping the leather book. His chest aches as he sees the manager cling to Nine. Why can’t I be the one who saves you for once? Why can’t you just rely on me? Nine is better equipped to deal with the situation as he listens, attempting to reason with the vengeful spirit. Its crocodile tears don’t faze Theo in the slightest. He should be the one crying because he was too late. One spell and his manager would’ve been rescued from the claws of such a beastly spirit. And yet Nine was faster with his reaction time.

Theo makes a mental note of the way Nine purifies the vengeful spirit once it’s calmed down. He’s always gentle when he talks to them, using his relaxing aura to coax them into tranquility. Theo would’ve preferred to crush it beneath his unmerciful heel, but the problem has been solved. There’s no use fretting over it now. Though it will definitely keep him awake tonight.

“Manager!” He jogs over to them, dropping down to inspect their wounds. “Take this to stop the bleeding. I’ll help you.” Unfastening his cape, he passes it to the manager, who holds it against the bloody laceration while he searches for a proper healing spell.

“Thank you, Theo,” (Name) says, wincing at the stinging sensation. “That spirit really put up a fight. Thanks for coming to my aid, Nine.”

“No need to thank me, Manager. I’m relieved you’ll be okay. Mr. Theo will have you healed in no time.”

Theo grits his teeth before facing Nine. He wants this unworthy hemlock out of his special garden. “Could you gather the others? Let them know that we’re finished over here.”

“Very well. Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

“No.” It comes out way too stern, and Theo’s quick to correct himself. “No thank you. We’ll be fine.”

He doesn’t spare Nine another glance as he departs, focusing on the manager’s pained expression with sympathy. They’re in his arms now, grasping at him for salvation. The situation couldn’t be anymore perfect.

“That was crazy, wasn’t it?” they ask, making light of the previous events. “My heart is still racing!”

“I...was so worried, Manager.”

They let out a wheezing chuckle. “Thank goodness Nine was there. If it weren’t for him, I could’ve gotten killed. It’s scary to think about.”

“Yeah. Terrifying,” he echoes while casting the healing spell on them. Surely there’s a curse that brings misfortune. Theo wants to do everything he can to master every negative incantation there is. Just for future reference. There are so many possibilities when it comes to his rivals. He’ll have a field day debating which is the most effective. “You’ve got to be more careful. If you ever find yourself in trouble, just come to me. I’ll always be here to help you.”

They smile, sitting up on their own accord and feeling for any wounds that might’ve escaped the cleansing powers of Theo’s magic. Every cut is sealed and every bruise is gone, leaving the manager with a feeling of rejuvenation. At once, they recognize the plush fabric of Theo’s cape and gasp, noticing just how much blood has stained the white cloth.

“I’m sorry for making such a mess. I’ll wash this as soon as we get back.”

Theo eyes the color with disdain. How utterly cliché. It’s almost sickening. Red on white is too bold—too deep of an implication. Red is a color that means many things, two of that being passion and love. A third is the color of blood. And white is meant to symbolize purity. Theo knows he’ll have to work hard so that the manager’s purity doesn’t bleed out onto the sterile white of this corrupt world. There’s no way he’ll ever let that happen. When he stares at his cape, drenched in splotchy crimson, he sees more than just a soiled piece of fabric. He sees the darkest imprint of (Name). But blood is still messy, even if it is his beloved’s.  

Theo wonders which cleaning agent is best for erasing blood. His thoughts spiral deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole of wickedness. Mortality is fragile, and cake and blood are no different. Both are victims of inescapable chance. On the other hand, immortality is a curse that binds him to the one he’d rather be far away from. Speak of the hemlock, who has completed the command with diligence. Nine approaches with the others in tow, all of whom crowd the manager like insects. Theo wishes to spend a moment longer with them. Just a few more minutes. There’s so much I want to tell you. He’s bound to this silver-lined rivalry, a prisoner of obsession. And Nine has no idea.

He supposes that’s how poison works. It doesn’t take long until it spreads within its victim, who is unaware as it shuts down vital organs and flatlines their functions. If Theo has to cut the strings that tie him to Nine and anyone else who dares get in the way of him and the manager, he’ll do whatever it takes. Like poison, it’s small and deadly. Poison might not kill an immortal Soul Reaper, but that has nothing to do with their mentality. Cake might be the same when it comes to ingredients and presentation, but it’s the baker who’s most important. A cracked baker is easy to exploit. He’s even easier to tear apart when he’s alone and basking in his own corrosive thoughts.

The oleander festers at the manager’s side, a quiet flower waiting for an opportunity to infect everyone with debilitating poison.

------

Nine has begun to notice a pattern. It’s tiny at first—like a minor inconsistency that isn’t worth the trouble. But then it becomes a prominent itch that looms in the back of his mind like a shadow. Since that mission, Theo’s been hanging around the manager as if he expects another near-death experience to happen, which shouldn’t be much of a worry. Although (Name)’s mortality is concerning, Nine knows the Reapers in the 14th Department would never let any fatal harm befall their precious manager. So why is there a strange feeling that overwhelms him whenever he spots Theo trailing after them, holding files or a bento he made specifically for them? Anyone with half of a brain would assume he’s playing favorites, attempting to get on the manager’s good side so that the punishment for skipping out on work is lighter. Though Theo doesn’t seem like the type to slack off, which is why Nine is sinking in a state of perplexion.

What is he trying to achieve? Realistically, what is there to gain other than (Name)’s approval? They like each and every one of the Reapers, so it’s not like anyone’s on their bad side. He has an eternity to figure it out, though Nine can’t exactly be bothered. If it isn’t hurting anyone, why should he fret over Theo’s behavior? It’s not as though he’s acting out of line. Rather, he’s been quite pleasant. He even offered to assist Nine in moving a few boxes. Nine doesn’t want to hold any suspicions about his colleague, nor does he want paranoia gnawing on his ankles like a puppy.

Without realizing it, he’s been aimlessly walking through the campus as he pieces together fragmented thoughts. His eyes land on the manager, who is alone as they stride towards him. For once, Theo isn’t at their beck and call. Nine thinks of Day and his unwavering loyalty. Perhaps Theo is just as enthused about (Name) as Day is with him. Nine shrugs those comparisons away, opting to focus on his manager.

“Hi, Nine! What’re you doing out here?”

“Taking a small stroll,” he answers. “The weather is perfect for this, and it’s always beneficial to get some exercise.”

“I agree. To be honest, I wanted to clear my head for a bit. I’ve got so much work that it’s beginning to stress me out.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Manager. Would you like any help?”

“I don’t want to bother you.” They wave their hand through the air as if the distress isn’t clear enough. It’s obvious they’ve been pulling all-nighters just to get through paperwork and other tasks. “Would you mind if we walked together?”

Nine considers their offer for a moment. While he would prefer a few more moments to himself, he can’t deny someone as caring as (Name). It’s almost a crime to turn them down, and he has no idea where all of this fondness is suddenly coming from. Regardless, there’s a sneaking sensation that touches his sixth sense. Since when did the flowers have eyes? The wind rustles through the greenery, creating an eerie sound that settles in the courtyard. He’s compelled to retrace his steps and turn down the corridor, but your patient expression chases that idea away.

“I don’t mind.” He falls into step with you, calmly observing the deliberate clicking of your shoes. “Take care not to overwork yourself. The 14th Department depends on your leadership.”

At least a few Reapers are more than dependent, he thinks.

“I’ll be fine as long as I can finish everything on time. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Make sure you’re getting enough rest and eating your meals—“

“I know,” they say, drawing out the syllables. “I appreciate your concern, Nine. It means a lot.”

He nods, a simple gesture that confirms his gratitude. His manager is always thanking and praising the others. Briefly, he wonders if they’ve ever taken time to care for their own well-being rather than the well-beings of the Soul Reapers.

“When all of this is over, I’d love to spend more time with you,” (Name) goes on, a bounce in their step. Nine doesn’t miss the excitement that flashes through their features at the prospect of getting to bond with him. He’d rather be alone, but Nine has found it to be a challenge whenever they’re involved. “Do you think you could teach me to play an instrument? I’ve been meaning to pick something up, but I never seem to have time.”

Well, Nine happens to be skilled with his hands. And hands are required to play most—if not all—instruments. Perhaps you’d like to learn the violin, or maybe you’re interested in the drums. He’ll have to learn as he goes with those, but it’s worth it if it means (Name) will be happy. How odd. Where did all of this compassion come from? Nine knows what instrument they’ll say, as the two of them have sat in the storage room and played it on plenty of occasions. The atmosphere doesn’t change, but the flowers certainly do. As if wanting to blot out a horrid memory, the eyes close and a mouth creases into a tight line. Nothing short of disappointment.

“I was thinking I could be good at the piano if I tried hard enough. What do you think? We can play together, and we can even form a band.”

A band consisting of two people is hardly a band. Handcuffs can only restrict one person. A pair of unseeing eyes are useless, and Nine knows his words must be chosen carefully lest his tongue sit on a rusted tray.

He puts on a thin smile. “Learning an instrument can be just as stressful as work. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize your health.”

“I’ll be fine, but you do make a good point. It might be overwhelming if I try to balance that and missions. One of these days I’ll try to learn.”

Just not now.

And he couldn’t be any more relieved.

------

Nine finds himself in the common room later that evening, reflecting over the events of the day when he encounters the blooming oleander. He’s preoccupied with the book in his hands, which is a collection of stories written by the famous Edgar Allan Poe. He never intended to pick up something so macabre. It happened to be the first thing he grabbed while perusing the shelves. Perhaps he should’ve looked for a poetry book instead. Before he can get up and complete that task, Theo enters his visage, the corners of his lips upturned. It fails to reach his eyes.

“Good evening, Nine. I didn’t expect to find you here. This is a wonderful surprise nonetheless.” He says a greeting that’s reminiscent of Nine’s, which has been tailored ingeniously. Recycled words are only worthwhile if they’re put to positive use, and Theo bleeds venom. He has no reason to speak to Nine. In fact, he’d rather avoid him at all costs, but that won’t work if he intends to poison his fragile mind with every bit of sly kindness he can muster. Theo has learned to be resourceful. A talented baker knows how to improvise, after all. “Oh, I recognize that cover. It’s an anthology of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories. Which one are you reading?”

Nine glances at the page, picking out notable phrases. He’s at the part where the old man is smothered by his own bedsheets. “‘The Tell-Tale Heart.’”

“That’s grim, isn’t it? Well, all of his stories are, but that one in particular is really morbid.” Theo sits beside him on the sofa, keeping a gap between him and the weed that is Nine. “Wouldn’t it be scary if you woke up to someone trying to kill you? I know I’d be alarmed. But we’ve already experienced death, so maybe it’s not frightening anymore.”

He tries to understand the motive behind Theo’s incessant chatter. The two of them have never really clicked. Small talk isn’t something they can fall into so easily. Nine wants to ask Theo many things, but it’s wrong to suspect someone without any evidence. So he merely nods as he listens to Theo, hoping he’ll take the hint and leave. It’s not as if Nine doesn’t want to talk; he’s just not accustomed to this facet of the Day Reaper. Lo and behold, the question slips out before he can stop himself.

“What would you do?”

“Excuse me?”

“If you were one of the investigators, what would be your reaction to the man?”

“Oh,” Theo states, pursing his lips as if the inquiry requires deep thought. “We know that the narrator is unreliable. He only wants to kill the old man because of his eyes. He gets paranoid when he hears the man’s heartbeat coming from the floorboards, even after he dismembered his body. I’m sure anyone, investigator or not, would think he’s insane.”

“Do you think that?”

Theo bristles at the question, a sour taste coating his tongue. Why is he suddenly being interrogated by Nine? This isn’t an interview, and it certainly isn’t a questionnaire for a criminal. He laughs to cover up the crack in his mask. “Of course I do. No one of sound mind would murder someone defenseless all because of the way their eyes looked. Just saying it out loud like this is madness.”

Nine nods again. Insanity cannot exist without sanity. A heart cannot function without a beat. A parasite cannot live without a host. He’s not sure where this conversation is going. This is far from a cheery book club meeting. Nine searches every inch of his expression, noting the occasional twitch of his mouth and the constriction of his pupils. Yet he can’t detect an ounce of a practiced lie. Could it be that his instincts are misplaced? Is this what Theo has wanted all along: A moment to talk to Nine as friends rather than coworkers? Perhaps he has been incorrect in his judgement.

The book shuts; Nine doesn’t want to read anymore. There’s an unfinished composition waiting for him in his dorm room. Standing up from the couch, he lowers his head in the form of a farewell. He sets the novel on the coffee table so that Theo can indulge in the fictional world of Poe.

“I’m afraid something has come up, so I’ll be leaving now. Please enjoy the remainder of your evening, Mr. Theo.”

“I will.” Theo beams. “Sleep well.”

Nine doesn’t waste a second turning his back on Theo, exiting the common room with graceful movements. As soon as he’s out of sight, the happy grin melts away and is replaced with that of a dark scowl. He’s not a mindless fool. It was obvious that Nine was uncomfortable. He’s just too polite to say anything, and that’s a weakness Theo’s willing to dissect.

So you were reading Poe, hm? he muses to himself, picking up the book and turning it over in his hands. I took you for a poetry guy. How chilling, Nine. Manager wouldn’t like these grotesque tales.

Who is he to determine what they like and dislike? Theo’s watched (Name) for quite some time now, committing their quirky habits to memory. It’s almost comical how they never seem to notice. Nine does, but he’s always been keen, and yet he can never understand the meaning behind his constant staring. That’ll happen when you spend your days alone, keeping yourself entertained with the voice inside your head. Theo wonders if Nine gets lonely with that depressing lifestyle. The two of them are like night and day. Theo’s bright and blinding like the sun. Nine is quiet and calm like the moon. But there isn’t any oxygen on the moon, and the sun can steal a person’s eyesight without feeling any remorse. Two Reapers of complete opposites, rising and setting all the same. A weed and a flower masquerading in a game of cat and mouse.

Oleander grows to towering heights. A stalker’s presence looms as tall as the very flower Theo embodies. He doesn’t care if he’s a leech or a misleading flower. Anything’s better than hemlock and the imposter cake Nine’s baking. Theo’s the baker and the pianist, not Nine. It will never be Nine. He’ll make sure of that. At his very core, Nine is a jawbreaker of many emotions and memories. Theo will fracture every layer until nothing’s left. Until the ground is a mess of colors and stories that unfold before the entire 14th Department. He’ll dig into Nine’s mind with a knife and fork to pull apart stringy recollections of his past life. It’s guaranteed to be a dessert far tastier than a slice of cake.

Poison ivy is easy to identify. As the saying goes, ‘leaves of three, let it be.’ Theo isn’t as obvious as a sickening rash. That’s the difference between ivy and oleander. One kills and the other spreads with red irritation. While he could sit and wallow in bitter annoyance, he’d rather get to memorizing every hateful hex in his spell book. Maybe he can trick Ell into making him a felt doll of Nine. Oh, the thrill of voodoo. Theo’s never performed such dark magic before, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. He’d like to see Nine lose his mind for a change, because eternity knows Theo’s lost his.

The manager deserves only the prettiest of flowers, and oleander has such a gripping, virulent embrace.

[phoebeeliana]

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[vivirnet]

200708 | #beta-carter-bedroom

location: secondary echo house / floor three.

VI: Carter~! ( ; she pops her head in only to find the bedroom relatively neat but beta-less. the scent of him distracts her for a moment, the various wood tones and particularly cedar. but that's not what she's there for. with a disappointed sigh, she ambles over to the side table to set the nigiri-shaped bento box filled with freshly baked breakfast egg cups. she takes one last look around the empty bedroom and makes her exit; taking with her one of his white shirts. )

CT: it happened to be a night on which he didn't end up straying from whatever path he was on towards vivi's bedroom. all paths lead to her, he would snort at the cliche if he had to say it aloud but isn't it true? inwardly groaning, he's leaning his head to and fro, listening for the cracking sounds that remind him of how much tension he carries there. halfway through another roll of his neck, hand pressing down on his nape with a light exhale, he pauses once the lingering scent of strawberries and soft florals reaches him. what was she doing over here and why does he have an inkling feeling the number of shirts in his closet is dwindling yet again?

the scent continues to build the closer he gets to his door and anticipation trickles down his spine, keeps him on edge as if waiting for the relief the sight of her brings only to be disappointed. though her scent is strongest inside the room, it disappears as quickly as he followed it, feeling foolish when he knows better. 'course she couldn't still be in his room. she's a good girl, his good girl most nights if someone asked. he'd shamelessly admit to it yet he swallows thickly at the realization that he expects a lot for taking advantage of how open she is to him. for years, he wanted to protect her, but who will protect her from him? a question he doesn't like to pose at all, deny the existence of, but it's staring him down the moment he lays eyes on the bento box. 

the sight of his hands compared to its endearing novelty is a reminder of how he takes and takes. how would she feel knowing the hands that touch her willingly kill humans? she, who is more gentle than anyone he's ever known. he considers her to be his sin but he does more than enough on his own. but in the same way he consumes the egg cups, he greedily and shamelessly consumes more and more. rather than sin, he ought to consider her an addiction, especially now when he gets up to look for her yet again. returning the bento a mere excuse.

[kinghinatatobio]

Forty-Four

Either today/tomorrow (depending on where you live) is Tsukishima’s brithday so I wrote a thing!! enjoy birthday fluff

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Tuesdays suck. 

Honestly, they’re just hidden Mondays that you can’t complain about because they aren’t Mondays. It’s too early in the week for you to look forward to time off, it’s yet another day of monotony where you wake up having had school the day before, go through another day, and then go to bed expecting the same thing to happen tomorrow, and the next day, and...

So you’d think having a birthday on a Tuesday would be a happy happenstance. Break out of the monotony! Then the entire week is different! But for Kei, when the amount of people who actually care outside of you family adds up to maybe 2.5 (Suga is the .5 because he cares about everyone), the change is basically non-existent. 

In middle school, the number had been a solid one, so at least he’s improving. 

Yamaguchi was late, as he always was on Kei’s birthday, planning something or other, so it’s Yachi, who makes up the other one person that cares, who greeted him with a nervous yet genuine smile and a bag of chocolates attached to a birthday card.

“H-Happy birthday, Tsukishima-kun!” she declared, maybe a little loudly, causing Kei to wince. She immediately apologized, as expected.

“Thank you,” Kei said and gave her a smile, because he does genuinely appreciate it. He doesn’t need praise or gifts, he’s not that kind of person, he’d be fine with celebrating on his own. But it’s nice of her to do something more than just say well-wishes. 

“Is Yamaguchi-kun not with you?”

Kei waved a hand in the air. “He’s always late on my birthday.”

“Oh!” Yachi squeaked, allowing Kei to pass by her and put his shoes into the cubbies outside the gym before stepping in, the young manager following suit. 

He’s not the first one in the gym, never is with Hinata and Kageyama around, but he’s not even close to the last. He silently cursed himself in his head, wondering if he’d walked just a bit faster today in anticipation.

Anticipation? Of what? 

Yamaguchi stumbled in three minutes before seven, slightly out of breath, but a usual happy grin on his face. He bounded over to Kei as soon as he spotted him. “Forty-four days,” is the first thing he says. “Then I’ll be all caught up again.”

Kei pushed his glasses up his nose. “Statistically impossible. I will always be forty-four days ahead of you.”

“Hmm, true,” Yamaguchi responded, rocking on his heels. “But it never feels like it except for this month and a half.”

“Stupid Yamaguchi, it doesn’t really mean anything, we’re in the same grade.”

Yamaguchi grinned. His arms were swinging at his sides, and one brushed against Kei’s hand. But the touch was purposeful this time, as Yamaguchi curled his fingers around Kei’s wrist, getting him to lock eyes. “Still. Happy birthday, Tsukki.”

Kei pursed his lips. Yamaguchi’s touch made his entire arm tingle, but he had no intentions of pulling away. He hummed his thanks, not trusting his mouth to not say something else stupid if he were to vocally assent. Yamaguchi’s fingers lingered for a few seconds as his eyes traveled down Kei’s face to land on his lips, before both the gaze and the touch left Kei entirely. If felt like an exhale, but one taken underwater--holding your breath would have been much better. 

“But you better watch out, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi said teasingly, forcing Kei to snap his gaze up from the floor over towards the other boy who was beginning arm stretches. “I’m gonna use these forty-four days to be a better sixteen year old than you when my turn comes.” 

Kei smirked and raised an eyebrow, amused. “And how exactly will you do that?”

Yamaguchi’s face was red all of a sudden, and Kei wondered what he was hiding, or if the bravado in his voice had all been a random surge of confidence. He knew that happened to Yamaguchi, sometimes, more often now than ever. 

“I--You’ll j-just have to see,” Yamaguchi stuttered out, casting his eyes away. “Af-after practice,” he added, voice so quiet Kei wondered if he was even supposed to hear that. 

“I’ll look forward to it, then,” Kei said, passing by Yamaguchi as Suga and Daichi waved him over. Kei purposefully dragged a hand over Yamaguchi’s shoulder, squeezing it once. He ignored the shiver he felt under the skin. Not yet. 

Practice was usual, like any other Tuesday. Yet, there was a buzzing under his skin, an awareness of a single voice that felt stronger for some reason. But morning practice always went fast, and then it was time to clean up and get ready for class. Kei changed quickly and Yamaguchi didn’t, as usual. He ignored the shiny wrapping peeking out of Yamaguchi’s bag. Kei usually received presents at lunch time, unless Yamaguchi was staying over at his house for dinner. 

Kei blinked, shoving his bag further up his shoulder. Now that he thought about it, why wasn’t Yamaguchi coming over? He usually invited himself, not that Kei ever turned him down. But not this year, deviating from his usual pattern of the last three. 

Kei wondered what changed. 

Class was boring, as usual, but Kei jotted down notes as he saw important. That buzzing was still beneath his skin, and he quietly tapped his feet under his desk to the beat of the hanging wall clock. Yamaguchi, a few seats ahead of him, looked to be similarly fidgety. Kei wondered if they were feeling something similar. 

They changed classrooms, once, but even that didn’t erase the warmth he felt. His stomach growled softly, and Kei longed for lunch. He caught Yamaguchi’s eyes, once, and the boy had smiled at him and rolled his eyes in response to something their teacher said, and Kei had smirked back. He felt a little more settled, after that. He knew he could wait until lunch.

“Let’s eat outside today, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi posed the suggestion, eyes on his school bag. The rest of the class was buzzing with conversation and the squeak of desks and chairs as they were configured to create larger surfaces to eat on. 

Kei shrugged and nodded. “Sure,” he added a beat later, because Yamaguchi had yet to look at him. 

Kei followed Yamaguchi outside towards a cluster of trees that were pretty popular around lunch time, but were surprisingly empty. Yamaguchi had approached him as soon as the lunch bell rang, however, so maybe that was why. 

Kei unwrapped his bento, but didn’t start eating, had tilted in Yamaguchi’s direction, waiting. Yamaguchi was being deliberately slow, unwrapping his bento and gently taking out his chopsticks and balancing them over the food before reaching into his bag and pulling out the shining wrapped gift and setting it in between them. Seeing the gift reminded Kei. 

“Why aren’t you coming over today?” he asked, startling Yamaguchi. The boy’s leg spazmed, and he nearly knocked over his lunch. 

“Oh, oops!” Yamaguchi sprang up and righted his lunch, making sure none of the food had been dislodged. “Um, I mean, I can, Tsukki! I just...”

Kei raised an eyebrow. Yamaguchi still wasn’t looking at him. He must have used up all of his eye-contact time this morning or something with how low his confidence seemed. 

“I’ll come over if you still want me to,” Yamaguchi eventually said. Kei had almost given up on receiving an actual answer and had started eating, his stomach too empty for him to wait much longer. 

Kei swallowed the bite in his mouth and lowered his chopsticks. “Yamaguchi, I know I don’t... say it as often--” Yamaguchi finally met his eyes, and he looked very confused as to where this was going, --“but I enjoy it, when we hang out. And I also...like you joining me. On my birthday.” Kei chose his words carefully.

Yamaguchi’s eyes blew wide open and he almost hit his lunch again with his knee as he threw his arms up and waved them about, muttering, “No, no, no. I. I know, Tsukki. I can tell, you don’t have to say it, I’ve know you long enough to read you. So you don’t have to worry about me thinking you don’t...well, you know.”

Kei gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Okay.”

Yamaguchi released a breath and finally dug into his lunch. “Good, okay,” he murmured to himself.

Yamaguchi didn’t put the present away, however. 

“So if that wasn’t it,” Kei started, then paused. “I mean, you usually don’t ask. Which is fine,” he assured. 

Yamaguchi tongued at his chopsticks, the bite from them long gone. “Things might be different this year, so I wanted it to be your decision.”

What would be--? Kei stared at Yamaguchi. It seemed his was bouncing in and out of confusion. He wished he’d just be given a straight answer, but he knew that wasn’t how Yamaguchi worked. 

A minute of silence passed between them. Yamaguchi seemed to be thinking hard about something, so Kei left him to it, even though the confusion was starting to irritate him. If Yamaguchi could just spit it out already--

“Tsukki I have something to tell you!” Yamaguchi suddenly shouted, head turned up to the sky, voice echoing around them. The leaves in the tree above them swayed in the wind, almost as if they’d been rustled by the words. 

Kei slowly raised a single eyebrow and shifted so that his whole body was turned towards Yamaguchi. He waited, as patiently as he could, and watched as Yamaguchi lowered his head and tucked his chin in, staring at his knees. His eyelids fluttered shut as he took in a deep breath, and they opened on the exhale.

Suddenly. determined eyes were on him, and Kei flinched back slightly in shock. 

“I like you.”

Kei’s heart skipped a beat. Heat suddenly rushed his cheeks and he brought a hand up to smother the lower half of his face. He didn’t know what kind of face he was making, but it was probably some stupid grin that would scare Yamaguchi. So he smothered it. 

“You’re so cool, Yamaguchi,” Kei breathed, staring into Yamaguchi’s eyes that were desperately trying to hang on to his. 

Yamaguchi’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I’m really, really trying to be,” he admitted. His hands were clenched into fists on his knees. “Is that...okay?” Apprehension began to seep into his body visibly. 

Kei nodded slowly, lowering his hand from his face. He knew his cheeks were still warm, but at least he’d gotten back control over his mouth. “You were worried I would be upset,” he stated, not a question.

“I thought of all possibilities. Every scenario,” Yamaguchi admitted. “I wanted to be prepared.”

“And were you?”

Yamaguchi smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He shook his head. “Nope. I don’t think I’ve ever been prepared for you, Tsukki.”

“You’re such a charmer, Yamaguchi,” Kei teased, feeling a little breathless. 

“I’m really not trying to be. I just wanted t-to confess now,” Yamaguchi admitted. His hands were beginning to uncurl from their tense positions. Kei was tempted to reach out and do it himself, but, baby steps. 

Something clicked in Kei’s brain. “So that’s what you meant, by it being different this year. If I had reacted...badly, you obviously wouldn’t have wanted to come over.”

“I just didn’t think you’d want me there if I...weirded you out now,” Yamaguchi corrected, giving Kei a lopsided smile. 

“You have always weirded me out, Yamaguchi,” Kei replied, a smile breaking through without his consent. “That’s why I like you, too.”

Yamaguchi’s entire form crumpled, like the weight of the world was gone. “Oh thank God,” he breathed. “I thought you might, but I didn’t know know, you know? And sometimes you’re hard to read, but other times it’s like reading a book so I thought maybe I’m on the wrong page. But I just had to tell you, Tsukki, it was eating me up inside.” Yamaguchi released a heavy breath. 

Kei reached over and grabbed Yamaguchi’s hand, pulling it away from where he’d been tangling it in his hair. He twined their fingers together loosely and let the hands fall into the grass between them, next to the wrapped gift. “I get it,” he simply said. 

Yamaguchi looked at their hands, a look of wonder on his face, before he giggled, hiding it behind his free hand. “I wasn’t sure I was going to have the courage to do it today since I wimped out right after practice, but I wanted to do it as soon as possible.”

Kei smirked. “Why? Got an expiration date or something?”

Yamaguchi looked up at him from beneath his lashes and fluttered them. “Kinda. My birthday.”

Kei tipped his head to the side, not quite following.

Yamaguchi rubbed his thumb over the back of Kei’s hand in soothing circles, trilling his fingers in a pattern. “I told you, Tsukki, I was going to use these forty-four days to become a better sixteen-year-old than you are. I’ve already done it. I got a boyfriend at fifteen while you didn’t get one until sixteen.”

Kei wanted to wipe that silly, satisfied grin off of Yamaguchi’s face. With his face. Specifically his lips, multiple times. 

But they were outside, at lunch time, other students milling around the campus and walking past every minute. So he’d just have to wait.

Instead, he said, “Oh, so I’m your boyfriend now?”

Yamaguchi’s face pinked, but he decided, “Yes,” very quickly with barely a quiver to his voice. He squeezed their hands and swung them a little to disconnect them, and they both brushed the present laying abandoned as they took their hands back.

“Guess you better save that for Christmas,” Kei decided, wanting to tease Yamaguchi as much as he had been teased. “Can’t get a much better present today anyway.”

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi squealed, and Kei imagined him burying his face in his arms. But he wasn’t looking because he’d turned his head away and up, hoping that the gusts of wind would cool his flaming face. 

I guess, Kei mused, Tuesdays aren’t all that bad. 

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If you LOVE great deals on toddleedoo clothing, boy have I got great news for you… There is this new (One (1) week long: March 4th to the 11th) event in SL toddleedoo town called Shop Hop where all your favorite and esteemed toddleedoo designers all set their NEW RELEASE items for L$100 for the first Saturday of each month for one week!!!   Can you believe that craziness?  I know, I can’t either, but it’s true!!! The line up is incredible and insane and the items are fantastic just as the floral dress I have featured in this post from LaZo!!!  What’s the catch?  Nothing really, but if you do want to get a FREE PRIZE stop by the Shop Hop in-world location, join their group, attach their HUD on March 4th, visit all the stores and get your free prize.  Simple as that.  I don’t know about you, but I go crazy for freebies and after all these wonderful items, I cannot wait to see what prize they have in store for us.  So what are you waiting for?  Join the group in-world now now now!! SHOP HOP IN-WORLD LOCATION

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Where in SL was Deli? Home

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Hair from: [Mello] @ BeBe Bundle December 2016 – “[Mello] Cry Baby” – [Find more cool items like these at the [Mello]  In-World Store] EXCLUSIVE TO BEBE BUNDLE BOX AND WILL IS NOT SOLD ANYMORE.

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Eyes from: [Buzz] Okina Eyes – Seafoam

Skin Applier from: TSG – “Koko” Tone X

❥Skin Body Applier from: Bad Seed @ BeBe Bundle October 2016 – “Alicia Skin” Sugar *LIMITED EDITION- NO LONGER SOLD*

❥Mesh Toddleedoo (TD) Body from: Cute Bytes – “Toddleedoo” {Babygirl} *Version 3.2* with Bento Hands {Love these items? Find more cute items like these at the Cute Bytes In-World Store and the Cute Bytes Toddleedoo Marketplace Store}

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Ears from:  [MANDALA]SIMPLE_EARS_HUTUU

Nail Color from: :*BABY*:  – “ToddleeDoo NAILS – Vivid” {White}

❥Pink Purse from: Paper Damsels – “Paper Damsels Anika Hangbag Hand Pink”–  (Love this item?  Visit the Paper Damsels in-world store for more)

❥Floral Dress & boots from: ~LaZo  @ Shop Hop March 2017– “~Lazo – Echo Dress Shop Hop ; ~Lazo – Cowgirl Boots Shop Hop fitted”– *KID/BABY SIZES – *10 texture Changing HUD and comes with boots that have texture changers as well* (Love these items?  Find more in the: ~ LaZo ~ In-World Store ; ~ LaZo ~ Marketplace)

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So tell me,  did you like these items I featured in this post?  Please, let me know your thoughts in the comments section of this post.  Thank you

And as always until next time, noodles.

Shopping District with discounts, find out what I mean in my new blog post @Secondlife #free If you LOVE great deals on toddleedoo clothing, boy have I got great news for you... There is this new (One (1) week long: March 4th to the 11th) event in SL toddleedoo town called…

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