#Eriko x Rikiya

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Glory Days Part 25 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Midori’s POV Choking - that’s my first reaction; to choke unladylike on the bite of pizza I have in my mouth and knock over the glass of beer I have in front of me as I attempt to grab a napkin just proving to myself and my date - boyfriend - yeah.. I think so; well… maybe - that I’m not capable of functioning like a human being. Be a girlfriend? Me? Is he aware I might screw this up? Better yet has the beer we’ve been drinking on this date made Shun’s head fuzzy? After salvaging the table and my meal which I’m sure wouldn’t taste half bad with some bitter hops spilt onto it; I nod like a child who’s been asked if she’s behaved herself. "Do you really need me to answer that question?” Hand dropping down over Shunichiro’s; I squeeze his fingers slightly and lean in for a not so quick, yet not so hesitant kiss that I’m hoping says everything and seals the deal. I can feel my heart beating to the point it seems like it may explode straight out my chest. Dropping my head to attempt to conceal my burning flushed cheeks, once we’ve finished with our food I politely decline dessert - otherwise it would seem like I have the appetite of an elephant, and suggest a walk around town; at least to spend some more time together before the night is over and hopefully not run into anyone from the campus. “I have to admit Shunichiro - I think beer, pizza and kisses make the ultimate date night. Oh and your company; definitely your company.” There’s a skip to my step as I walk beside him; eager to text Eri and tell her the good news but at the same time fully aware that my fingers probably wouldn’t be able to use a phone properly, and a short internal sigh which ends as we walk by a shop front with the most gorgeous blush coloured dress in the window it makes my pulse pelt. It would be perfect for the uni-ball happening later this week. “It’s beautiful….”, I whisper; rolling my eyes at my own girlish tendencies which have recently appeared suddenly and bite my bottom lip - aware that we’ve agreed we’re a couple yet unsure of the lengths and measures that we’ll both go to and what it means. “….out of curiosity. The uni-ball on Friday - are you going?” Glancing over one shoulder, I hold my breath; wondering if this is all a little sudden and quick. Rikiya’s POV Soft - everything feels so soft that it’s almost like a dream. The sheets underneath me are warm and there’s the smallest trickle of hot breath that burns with a delightfulness across my neck I’m not familiar with yet without a doubt could get use to. We must have fallen asleep last night - Eri seemed exhausted; the tears, the emotions, the honestly, the near drowning that put me into a state of frenzy. Her body shifts in such an innocent way as she murmurs something I can’t quite make out beneath her breath and grips at my shirt like she doesn’t want to let go. A bad dream perhaps? I’m curious; but instead of waking her up to find out just because I want to know I instead gently brush my fingers through her hair and rub them across her cheek; wiping away any tears that managed to slip and stain her cheeks that puff out as she huffs in her sleep. It’s a half loud; semi broken murmur that indicates to me that she’s slowly starting to wake up but I’ve got no intention of rushing her. It’s a shame that’s what the world seems to be doing - rushing her. A girl like Eri just needs time and space to learn, try, fail and succeed; not unrealistic expectations from this around her that can’t be met.

At least that’s just what I think. “You’re awake…”, she murmurs subtly, half sitting up; rubbing her eyes like a child as she blows some hair out of her eyes and lazily flops back down which lets me catch her into a hug. A chuckle escaping both Eri and me. “Haven’t been for long”, I explain, wrapping the sheets around her a little more. After her quest to drop into a slumber last night after saving her from near drowning; she put up a fight trying to put any kind of clothing on. Eventually convincing her that she needed something - i turned my back for two seconds as she slipped into something; giving her privacy, giving her space and agreed to stay by her side until she’d shut her eyes but seemingly, I bet her to it. “You’re a strange one you know that…”, I smirk, earning a raised eyebrow from the girl who seems unsure of where my comment is going yet bites her bottom lip allowing me to continue anyway, “..if you want my attention next time - seriously - a kiss will do fine; drowning in a bathtub or stripping down to nothing in a pool isn’t necessary. I’m a simple guy - it doesn’t take much for someone as smart as you to grab my attention.” Watching as she shakes her head before burying her face into my chest, I gain a sense of satisfaction I haven’t felt in a while. The faint remains of the perfume she wears are still etch across her skin are invigorating - rousing every tiny piece of inquisitiveness I have in me. “Do you have any classes this morning?”, I ask - the question met with a groan about some business styled subject I’d most probably fail in yet her sweet and innocent response of ‘why?’ has me on cloud nine. “..well I’d like to get to know you a little more if that’s ok? Let me take you out for lunch. Then maybe we could visit our secret little place or the beach, maybe a movie - mini golf? I could teach you how to play?” It’s short kiss after sweet kiss after Eri’s fingers snaking through and grabbing ever so softly at my hair that make each breath I take quiver. Patiently though; even though her hands drop to the sides of my face then my shoulders and then chest, I’m waiting for an answer. Something which shows and proves that me waking up beside a girl that I could possibly be bad news for, she’s willing to look past and perhaps in her life have a fresh start with someone new.

Eriko’s POV

He sounds vulnerable, perfectly sweet yet vulnerable. I simply smile, pulling him in for kiss after kiss with hands wandering over his slender body.

The kind of intimacy I’m well familiar with regardless the identify of the man I’ve my claws on, they’re pretty much the same with eyes closed. It feels nice, to be wanted, craved and worshipped but that never lasts.

I know, infatuation never does.

Once Rikiya Mononobe gets to know me, he’ll leave but unlike the rest, I may actually miss this one.

Pushing the sheets away, I glimpse his face blushes crimson as I get out of bed, once again with nothing underneath but a white tank top. I can’t help but shake my head and chuckle at myself a little, perhaps I am beyond saving- drama seems to be in my blood or I am secretly a nudist. Smiling down at the lost puppy, I lean in and kiss his forehead gently, mimicking the one he did on the night we met.

"I’d love to but if I fail anymore papers, you’ll never see me again. My father is dead serious about sending me overseas if I screw up in the slightest way.”

The hot water reaching my sore eyes, completely overwhelmed by this whole pouring my heart out to a guy. I feel horrible, guilty and punished. Was it how those guys feel when they confess to me? What kind of torture had I put them through?

The image of Toshiaki and Rikiya appear in my head just as tension is leaving my tired body, maybe this time not even a shower could solve it for me.

“Friends, I could do……”

Toshiaki’s horrid words still stab me through the heart but he’s probably right, we are better off as friends. I am just better off to be on my own, doing everyone a favor. The best way to avoid trouble is to stay away from the source, and Rikiya should do the same too.

As expected, he has coffee ready by the table. “Not sure if you have the stomach for food but at least have something warm.”

Suppressing the urge to lean over and seal his lips is hard, for someone like me anyway. One that does whenever she’s pleased, such self control suddenly seems surreal to me but why do I lead a guy on when fate has already been decided for us.

“Thank you, Rikiya. You’re a great friend, really, I don’t know what I’ll do without you last night.” I take a deep breath and sink into the warmth from my mug, pretending not to notice his sadden expression. No, don’t let it get to you, Eri. You’re doing the right thing.

“I’m done, I’m so done with guys now. Study- that’s all I would focus on. Oh, and about Shinichi.. I’m not sure what ball or party he’s referring to but maybe the three of us could go? I want to at least hold my up end of bargain.”

Shuichi’s POV

Okay, I have other things to do - like the bloody political paper I have been trying to finish or visit my parents like I’ve promised weeks ago but no I end up checking my phone every two minutes, wondering why the girl from yesterday still hasn’t reached out yet.

Rushing over to my desk as soon as a notification sound come to ears, finally receiving a text from an unfamiliar number.

“Hey, this is the girl from yesterday. Are you free to meet today?”

Typing in full speed and with few more text exchange, I’m now standing in front a bookshop cafe and waiting like a anxious little boy which is pathetic. I have seen beautiful women and dated before but none left such impression, possibly because they just want my family’s name and status, not me.

“Ummm hi?"

I blink a few times to try and gather my memory from yesterday, picturing if they are the same person as the girl before my eyes is a lot prettier than I remember- striped top and knotted denim jacket with a waist pleated black skirt just below her belly button. I am no fashion stylist but she sure as hell looks good, taking my breath away when she cracks a smile and asks if I’m okay.

"Yeah, sorry about yesterday.” I murmur, holding out a new box set of iPhone and thinking of an excuse to keep her around longer.

“You don’t need to get me a new phone, just money to get it fixed is fine.”

“Don’t worry about it, it was a gift. Anyway, let me buy you a drink as proper apology.”

The brunette bites her lips, eyes glancing sideways. Wind glistening through her long curly hair with the sun’s rays beaming onto her face.

“Just a drink, nothing inappropriate.”

Watching her smiles only put me on spot further more with full awareness that she knows I’m attracted to her.

“Okay, coffee?” She shrugs and points to the cafe behind. “Oh wait, actually could you apologize in another way?”

Pausing our steps by the stairs, she lifts a textbook up from her hand and pleas with an innocent look.

“I seriously need help with my study, do you mind?”

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Thank you for creating Eriko, I loveeeeee her! Will she and Toshi be together? Or is it Riki

Thank you for liking her, I have mixed feelings for her =P Hmm I don’t know who’s she ending up with? Is it just Riki and Toshi? Does she has a shot with the rest? @midorismiles

because apparently Eri may not allow to have her claws on the cinnamon rolls

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Shunichiro Tachibana's POV

Brows raising impatiently and fed up with how fast trouble is already stirring between the growling Yuki and queen of spot light. The bitter sweet temptation for another cigarette emerges almost simultaneously after a quick pat on Toshiaki's shoulder for leaving him with the mess- some things never change. So much for "I'll be right back"- it takes no genius to realize that Midori must have left to attend whatever problem she has outside the gym, this pathetic reunion and back to her life- reality.

The chilled air strikes my face once I am outside and watch a cab disappearing into the night. Not that the idiotic idea of chasing after it ever pops up in my head but the white envelope hiding safely in my pocket hasn't been delivered yet or perhaps it just isn't meant to be. Has the universe spoken? Is this my hint of letting it go? Being friends with an ex really isn't a thing? Is it selfish of me to want her there while knowing that it would most definitely hurt her eventually? I feel a taunting scoff escape my mouth while my hand fishes for the phone and asks Yuki for Midori's address with another hand in the air hailing a cab for my next destination.

I should have chosen the cigarette over closure, I should have known better.

I should have.   

Eriko Sato's POV

Never thought I'd live to a day where Yukihisa Maki could cause me that much pain (non sexually) and each step gets a little harder with blood boiling and heartbeat raising while every cell in my body is yelling for a come back at his venomous so called side of story but the multi faces in front of my eyes and pride get the better of me. 

"Could you be a dear and send me something to eat, I'm craving something sweet." Ignoring the boyish grin from the far too young waiter and sending him away on mission so I'd just face the necessary number of men to try enjoying the rest of this evening. "Not much, Toshi. Just that Midori and Maki are best friends, she completely ignores me like we're strangers and he comes barking at me that they have searched for me. Well, way to show how they value me as a friend, don't you think? So nothing, Toshi, you have not missed a single thing. I'm still that screwed up princess every man just want to fuck and brag." Words just cascade my lips, years of friendship with the loneworlf has amazing effects- never the urge to hide my thoughts, negativity or insecurity. Resting my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, I let go of any awareness of what the other two gentlemen might be feeling or thinking. "Just stay like this for a minute, I will be fine, I promise."

Nothing I couldn't handle- I reassure myself. Being on my own in a foreign country with friends and lover gone, dead brother showing up my door like some Hollywood movie and making my stand in the business world- I sure as fuck can survive a night at a lousy college reunion!

Double Troubles - the reunion.

Midori’s POV

An offhand, un-thought through witticism is about to skim a sweet escape from my lips yet it’s stopped tersely by the sound of my phone pinging that I’ve got tucked away in my purse along with some cigarettes and a lighter; the holy trinity I carry everywhere with me regardless of the occasion or circumstances. Plucking it out; I ignore the drink which gets placed down in front of me – for once, highly concerned about something that doesn’t involve alcohol yet does bring a past I’d rather keep concealed up to the surface and in a split second, I excuse myself with nothing more than a mumbled announcement of ‘I’ll be right back.’

The text reads no more than ‘Outside. Now.’ and from the sender it shows up from – I know better than to waste time dawdling.

Out front of the gymnasium; the sight of a black stretch vehicle sends my heart into a rattled race of dread as a repulsive bile begins to nauseatingly coat the back of my throat. The familiar sound of ‘mommy’ kick starts my maternal instincts into overdrive of which I swore years ago I’d never have and in the blink of an eye, I’ve crouched down to scoop up and cradle a tiny crying pre-schooler. “What’s wrong princess? Why are there tears? Mommy doesn’t like it when you’re upset Sakura.”

It’s an incoherent response as sniffles and a head of hair bury into the crook of my neck as my ex-fiancé comes into view – his usual cocky expression and carelessness demeanor. “She wanted to see you - acts and behaves just like her god damn mother.” Eyes rolling and lips pursing into a thin line of hindrance, I ask Ryoichi to leave and attempt my best at balancing a child in hand whilst calling a cab. He’s a man of few actions and even fewer words – huffing that he’ll be away on business book release for a while now that he doesn’t have to take care of a child, our interaction ends promptly with the slam of a car door before wheels squeal off into the distance.

So much for enjoying a night out to reminisce. “Sakura, baby; Mommy needs to put you down so that she can make a phone call, is that ok?”, I ask with a smile whilst wiping tears from her tiny red raw eyes. Not having Shunichiro’s number to ask for advice and not that I’m sure that I’d want him to see me like this; I message Yukihisa instead, aware – fully – that he’s got the kind of mouth that can open and blurt out just about anything.

Aki’s POV (New Character Alert)

There’s no reason for me to be hanging around this reunion amongst older folk apart from the fact that I’m helping to assist with the catering for the night when an older woman manages to catch my eye with some kind of allure and draw that I can’t explain. Never one for being afraid to get knocked back, knocked down or plain ignored for starting any kind of conversation; as soon as I’ve made the connection of acuity and observation that she isn’t with anything; although the men’s jacket that she has draped over her shoulders may prove otherwise, I’m over like a moth to a flame. Not afraid – at all – to be hurt or burnt.

“Excuse me ma’am – pardon me if this is too forward but if I’m allowed to say, you look absolutely exquisite this evening.”

Glancing all over for a smirk, a blush, the raise of an eyebrow or even a carefree chuckle at how ‘naïve’ or ‘juvenile’ I must seem; the woman doesn’t give off any hint of how she feels or makes of my words. Way to make a horrible first impression – I think to myself before stepping in closer to close any gap of personal space between the both of us. “Beautiful woman like you must have a name to match – so how about we start with the formalities?”, I ask, reaching out to brush some hair neatly behind her ear, “Fujishima, Aki Fujishima”, I introduce myself with a boyish grin, “…and you?”

Mission one – become acquaint.

Maki’s POV

Blasé is how I feel as a deep breath sighs from deep within my chest to see Eriko with another man //boy// this one, definitely half her age… maybe a student even with how baby faced he seems yet my indifference comes to a primary halt as a text comes through from Midori that I’m not expecting asking for help. Not bothering to read the entire thing, I announce quietly to Tachibana that there’s an issue out front and finish my drink before beginning to pace outside.

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“Hina Logi ~from Luck & Logic”

Serie TV anime, 1 luglio 2017

Episodi: 12 x 24 min

Nuova serie anime basata sul gioco di carte collezionabili Luck & Logic di Bushiroad.

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-STAFF-

Regia: Hiroaki Akagi

Sceneggiatura: Yukie Sugawara

Character Design: Satomi Kurita, Manabu Nii

Direttore della fotografia: Takehiro Go

Montaggio: Aya HidaSound 

Direttore del suono: Takahiro Enomoto

Studio di animazione: Doga Kobo

Sigla di apertura:   TRUE "BUTTERFLY EFFECTOR"  Sigla di chiusura: Leones Yelistratova (Madoka Asahina), Nina Alexandrovna (Hibiku Yamamura), Mahiro Kyoubashi (Natsumi Takamori) "Baby Bird!!: Gakuen Logic" 

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Leones Yelistratova: Madoka Asahina 

Nina Alexandrovna: Hibiku Yamamura 

Mahiro Kyoubashi: Natsumi Takamori 

Yayoi Tachibana: Suzuko Mimori 

Yuuko Morigaya: Kana Ueda 

Karin Kiritani: Yui Ogura 

Karen Kiritani: Kaede Yuasa 

Yuuki Azuma: Maaya Uchida 

Aoi Iroha: Ayaka Ohashi 

Ashley Bloodberry: Mikoi Sasaki 

Bell (madre di Leones): Marie Miyake 

Rosa, Westa: Eriko Matsui 

Waffle: Ayano Yamamoto 

Amore: Rimi Nishimoto 

Michael: Aina Aiba 

Seren Researcher 013: Yuka Ozaki 

Dred, Chi-Pao: Izumi Kitta 

Nagisa: Ayasa Itou 

Chloë Maxwell: Sora Tokui 

Mana Asuna: Inori Minase 

Yukari Nanahoshi: Aimi 

Veronica Ananko: Risa Mizuno 

Shizuha Kanra: Mai Aizawa 

Rino Fujisaki: Tomoyo Takayanagi 

Preside: Akiko Yajima 

Vicepreside: Atsumi Tanezaki 

Padre di Leones: Rikiya Koyama

L’anime è incentrato su Liones Yelistratova, un’ingenua principessa di una piccola nazione che si reca in Hokkaido per entrare nell’ALCA, un istituto di istruzione dedicato alla preparazione delle Logicaliste intente a difendere la pace nel mondo. Liones entrerà nella Classe S, dove incontrerà molti compagni tutti unici e speciali, tra cui la Logicalista Nina Alexandrovena.

Il franchise ha già ispirato altre serie animate quali “Luck & Logic” , disponibile in Italia grazie a Yamato Video, e  “Watashitachi, Luck Logic-bu!”, serie di corti di cui debutterà una seconda stagione online ad agosto.

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Double Troubles - the reunion. Part 4

Recap or familiarize with what happened click here

Picking up a little further ahead than where it was left off; the cast of Glory Days 20 years later have come back together for a college reunion; with life experiences, maturity (we hope) and are all hoping, for the least to have a good time. Let the manic unfold.

OC Eriko Sato & Midori Katayani

Voltage Canons Yukihisa Maki, Shunichiro Tachibana, Toshiakia, Shinichi Kagari & Rikiya

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 

Midori’s POV

Fingers slipping and the lighter not igniting the way it damn well should, I’m confronted by a ghost of the past offering a cigarette and for a moment it feels as if an angel has graced my presence; or perhaps it would be more right to say a knight in shining armor, but then I remember and remind myself that the man standing in front of me is in fact my ex-boyfriend.

A man I’ve not for the better half of my life been able to get over, move on from, or act like a normal and decent human being around and this realization causes me to near revert to my old ways. Catching the tiniest of smirks that has weaved across his face, it’s a quiet yet polite thank you as I pluck the cigarette out from his fingertips and breathe in the first deep inhale of tobacco I’ve had all day. //Ahhh – the new-found acquaintance hits the spot – even with the two of us standing outside in the brisk cold.//

“Cigarettes do seem to fix everything. I wish someone had told me this 20 years ago”, I jokingly remark before reaching up to place my palm against Shunichiro’s forehead whilst shooting him a concerned look. “You feeling okay though? I’ve never had you chase after me before – and whilst I did noticing you by the bar earlier, I had some um… unwanted attention I needed to be rid of.” While I’m certain that the situation doesn’t exactly need an explanation, I feel it’s only right that I mention it – just in case things were interpreted wrong or out of context.

Fiddling swiftly with one of the straps of my dress, I adjust it a little higher up my shoulder and shift my weight from one heel to the other as, expected on my own accord, my eyes happily (without needing to be told) wander up and down Shunichiro’s figure which causes the corners of my lips to curl back up into a playful smirk. //He always did look good in a suit. Is a compliment or comment needed? After all this time, I’m certain he can still read my mind so what’s the use right?//

“I feel like I should be saying something and blabbering on like I always did but I’ve learnt over the last few years that sometimes it’s best to keep your mouth shut, even if you do like the sound of your own voice”, I elucidate with a shrug of my shoulders, “So how about if for once I listen and you, tell me something. It can be anything. I promise, as a captive audience I’ll be all ears.”

Rikiya’s POV

It would be a lie if I hesitated to say that the embrace Kagari manages to evoke within seconds of his presence being observed doesn’t get under my skin. The conversations all men have about the ‘one who got away’ or of ‘the glory days of our lives’ we share with few of whom we honestly trust have mostly centred around this girl – about his once girl – about Eriko Sato; someone I heard from and then disappeared along with my best friend into the wind for years. Chewing on the inside of my lip, it’s a half nod in Eriko’s attention in response to her question; hastily tacked on with, “fine”, which earns me an elbow to the ribs from Kagari I more than likely deserved.

The gentleman beside her seems familiar although I can’t exactly put a name to the face and after scratching at my eyebrow to satisfy and itch I premeditate that I’ll have in the near future; it’s a quick offer of my hand out to Eriko when I notice the music change – the DJ put on something a little slower, a little subtler and ask over the microphone for any college romances or first loves become distant to make their way to the middle of the dancefloor for what has been dubbed ‘3 minutes in heaven’.

I never did get to dance with the girl I wanted to at prom. Arghh – that’s a memory I didn’t need.

“C’mon…”, I try to tempt her along; fingers wiggling, “It’s just three minutes – then I’ll let you get back to doing whatever it was you were doing”, my eyes shoot whilst narrowing toward the man who’s name I still can’t remember. //Talk about being able to hold a grudge.// “What do ya say?”

Eriko’s POV

A confident grin emerges from the corner of my lips as I take Rikiya’s hand and notice the irritations from the other two gentlemen, honestly, guys thrive competition more than I ever do- the need to be the first in everything simultaneously run in their vein. With a quick goodbye and I’ll be back, I follow Rikiya’s lead and slide to the dance floor.

After all these years, the bad boy hides none of his naughtily with or without his leather jacket which I still have one in possession. If Shinichi has never followed me, would there be a chance for Rikiya and I? He was clear about what he wants, being a second choice clearly wasn’t it and in all fairness, my heart was completely taken by someone else back then. It was wise of him to stay away, perhaps, he was the wisest among us all.

Fingers wrapping tighter around his neck to pull him close, I whisper a quick sorry before resting my head against his chest, forgetting our past and illusion of any more pointless what ifs, simply living the moment- enjoying a peaceful, romantic and long overdue three minutes of our own.

Shunichiro’s POV

Thick smoke trail from between our lips and lazily tracing up to the night sky. “I’m retiring.” With a sigh that flushes the rest of the smoke riddles breath from my lungs, I shrug and chuckle at Midori’s disbelief.

“They are promoting me to a consultant position which simply put is my early retirement.“ Leaning against the wall as the end of the cigarette glows red in the dark, I take another deep breath and blow it out. "So I’m having a celebration, farewell party of sort. You’re with me from the beginning,” I pause, leaving the details to myself rather than reminding her our dark history which I am sure still haunts her from time to time. “would you like to come?”

Eyes drifting from my cigarette to her dress (and every curve I’d see in the dark alleyway) then back onto her eye level before she’d slap me in the face that I may or may not deserved from years ago. Pulling out a long envelope from my inner pocket with her full name written, “Here, it would be an honor if you could make it."

Getting rid of the cigarette bud, I tuck my hands inside and offer her an arm. "Care to join the reunion?”

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Glory Days Part 23 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Midori’s POV “A DATE? OF COURSE!”

With my arms securely wrapped around Shun just as they should be, I squeeze him a little more, not wanting the feeling to end after a kiss on the forehead which leads straight to me resting up against his chest. WINNING! Everything seems just about perfect and I couldn’t care less about the few strange looks and sidewards glances we’re getting as I close my eyes contently - only to have them rudely opened at the question I’m not sure I feel comfortable answering. “….I’m curious, just how many boyfriends have you had?” Swallowing hard, a wash of dread flushes across my skin and I feel every ounce of warmth which was just created drain from me. My past? He really wants to know? I’m not going to be made fun of? Not bothering to move, my fingers lazily play with the back of Shun’s shirt and I mumble out an answer beneath my breath which I’m unfortunately asked to repeat again. “One - and you’ve already kind of met him.” Crossing my fingers; I take a deep breath in and hope, pray and whisper quietly to myself that Shunichiro isn’t a literary fan because if he is, there’s a possible chance he’s read something that Hirose has written loosely about me – a muse that was never meant to be; and I quickly attempt to shoot the idea out of his mind whilst convincing myself that about his ex-count, I don’t particularly need to know what the answer would be. “I know you’re studying but… Eri moved out the other day and well, I have this huge dorm now all to myself. You could come over and study with me? There won’t be as many distractions there like there is in the library!” Toshiaki’s POV The walk across campus to the apartment is short, but I’m attempting to make it as long as possible with the intention of sorting out my head when I get there. 45 minutes ago someone that I’m more than proud to call a friend and I were tearing into each other over the girl that I’ve just so easily and naively given into. Perhaps what Midori mentioned was right - no; no… I’m happy to let that thought eat away at the back of my mind but I won’t let it get to me. The apartment is cute - quaint; perfect size for one and perhaps a little extra company if wanted or persisted; I make myself comfortable on the couch as Eri skips around and acts like the perfect hostess trying to make things as seamless as possible; we agree on coffee, she learns that I like to drink it black and conversation rolls just as it should. Normally - no coaxing or hesitation.

“So why the move? I take it your father has something to do with it? And this charity event - mind explaining what’s expected of me a little more?” I’m happy to sit there quietly and listen to every word that spills out from between Eri’s lips; every now and again, I’m tempted to lean in and silence her with a kiss just to see what the reaction would be but again, time after time I’m stopped by the words of not-so-wisdom I heard earlier. “I need clarification on something”, I explain, arm stretching out to rest against the back of the sofa, “Midori mentioned some things and I – I’m wondering if she said them with the aim of scaring me off or truthfully.” “Mhmmm?”, Eri hums with a grin, placing her phone down on the couch beside her, I rest the cup of coffee I’ve been holding on the small table in front of me and sigh, rubbing at my jaw over the 5 o'clock shadow, wishing I’d shaved this morning. “Midi told me not to bother with you.” There the first bit is out and I can already feel the tension in my head unwinding as a weight comes off my shoulders and chest. “She said that for anything to work between us that you’d have to give up a lifestyle you’re clinging to and I –.” My words are paused momentarily by a call coming through which illuminates her phone screen. Trying to not let it get the best of me, I turn and throw my head back to stare at the ceiling, knowing that my bad timing had to at some point kick in. “….who’s Rikiya?”, I ask not bothering to look in the direction of the girl I’m sitting with. Maybe I am just being played along. Maybe making breakfast for her the other day and saving her from herself when she was drunk the other night was just the start of a new series of unfortunate events that I’d stupidly and irrationally thought I’d be okay to put myself through.

Eriko’s POV Relief to see my guest comfortable, I sit down and begin a proper conversation, one I imagine to be different but necessary. “The fashion industry holds a ball each year where a bunch of socialites dress up in their brand, walk around like models then we bid on them. All the profit goes to our choice of charity, it’s an orphanage this year.” The information seems to have confused or startled Toshi a little. Good that he wasn’t there when Midi barked at me last time, at least I could break the news to him myself. Telling him my family background is easy, I’m not the only trust fund kid in college but his questions get trickier and trickier. “Midi told me not to bother with you.” “She said …. you’d have to give up a lifestyle you’re clinging to and I….” “….who’s Rikiya?” My mind is blank momentarily by the call I’ve just swiped ignore but explaining about Rikiya Mononobe is a whole different story. I was aiming at one story at a time so I wouldn’t scare the dork away, guess even fate doesn’t think we are a good idea. “First thing first, Midi isn’t wrong and I’ve taken Shunichiro’s advice so here I’m, sitting here and being 100% honest with you. I… I am the kind of girl who just does whatever and whenever, I have slept around with no strings attached.” I take a deep breath, eyes swifting from Toshiaki to the spare phone’s screen, hoping Rikiya won’t call again as he’s about to come up next in the subject. “Well… The morning after our drunken disaster, we bumped into two guys and Midi had to meet her mother so they took care of me, bringing me to places trying to cheer me up. Rikiya was nice, funny and charming. I thought you hate me for who I was and…. it felt good to be liked and wanted so one thing led to another, I kind of promise to go on another date with both Riki and his friend Shinichi.” Trying not to let this get the better of me, I turn away from Toshiaki and look down at my fists. I never know talking is this hard, with the aim of telling him directly myself like Shunichiro has advised, I have not quite thought through just how difficult it may be. “Oh by the way, they have both seen me naked but no I didn’t sleep with them, nearly did but didn’t happen!” I bite my bottom lip and steal a glance at the expressionless man, “I would rather tell you now then to have it bite my ass later.” “Do you like any of them?” Oh shoot me already! Can this be any more difficult! “Riki… well I have feelings for him …  maybe it’s temporary, I don’t know! Oh god I’m screwing this up already.” Trying desperately to even my own breathing with my tears at the edge of bursting. “He doesn’t make my heart flutter or send butterflies to my stomach like you do, okay!!!! I’m crazy about you!! And I know my past isn’t pretty but Shunichiro advised me to be honest and this is soooo much harder than I thought!” Hearing my cracked voice isn’t exactly attractive and I no longer know how much Toshiaki could make out of between my crying and confession. “How could you not hate me! I’m … I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend, I don’t know where we stand or where I stand but I assume you have feelings for me that’s why you kissed me and if I misinterpreted it….. I’m sorry!” More tears come flooding out uncontrollably, and part of me couldn’t help but feel this is a mistake. “Could we at least be friends? I just….. really want you by my side! I am totally ruining this, god I look hideous, my makeup is ruined …. Please don’t look at me! I …. I don’t want you to see me like this!” Covering my face with my shaking hands, I ball myself up and hide into my own laps. I totally fuck this up!!!!! Grrrr!!!! I just want a hole and hide in it forever! Rikiya’s POV

The lack of communication with Eriko is getting to me more than it should, with both texts and calls ignored make me wonder if it is her sign of rejection which doesn’t seem to be the case the last time I saw her.

Did it have something to do with her father or Shinichi or something horrible happened? There’s only one way to put my thoughts at ease so I quickly shower and change from my outfits and leave my basketball team behind before anyone’d ask any questions. Good that Shinichi has shared her new address and it’s only twenty minutes away.

I just hope she’s home and happy to see me.

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Glory Days Part 27 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Shinichi’s POV (Friday night - 7pm; before the uni-ball) It’s a deep, slow breath that overpowers me as I stop playing with and slip my phone into my jacket pocket the moment I get a text telling me my date has arrived for the night. Glancing around from the side of the building that I’ve been leaning against - wanting a cigarette but knowing that the scent would be far to strong to conceal before such an event and wanting to at least leave a bit of a lasting impression, I’m awestruck and speechless the moment my eyes find her. Fixating my gaze on the unexpected transformation of a woman I’ve seen both naked and in the tiniest of shorts and tee’s, so elegantly put together in a dramatic silver floor-length gown which she looks absolutely stunning in. “Eriko!” My call out of her name isn’t as loud as I think it yet seems to do enough to get her attention and stop her momentarily; the smallest of smiles - or so it seems - flashing her pearly whites as I make my over to her; pulling at my collar as I can feel the smallest of inconvenient sweats beginning to form beneath. Her make up is done beautifully - not that she’d at all really need any and her hair… well, I’m a guy; it’s up and out of the way and shows off her neck which is just fine by me. The stares and looks she gets from other men who pass her by only adds to my awareness of what I’m lucky she invited me here and being the way one should, I offer her out my arm with a slightly raised brow, an internal smug feeling pulsing through me as she takes it - wrapping her hands around me. “I’d tell you that you look amazing but I’m under the assumption that you already know it.” Catching the back half of her eyes rolling - Eri shakes her head in such a way that shows she isn’t exactly in the mood for flattery but doesn’t quite mind the subtle attention anyway and I suggest we head in - a cold gust providing the perfect opportunity for my offer to be pursued. The grand hall turned ballroom reception on campus is incredible. The palette of gold and red velvet decorations add an oozing flavour of glamour and class that I wasn’t quite expecting. Waiters and waitresses in all black carry around endless options of drinks and hor d'oeuvures which smell delicious are but no where near as intoxicating as whatever perfume Eri is wearing. “Champagne?”, I ask, taking a flute off a waitress walking by and hand it to Eri who seems hesitant yet I’m quick to add that a single drink won’t harm her and that tonight she can consider me almost like a bodyguard - a friend that won’t let anything happen to her. Friend - there comes up that word again… Rikiya mentioned it; Eri mentioned it after I turned up at her door again hoping that she’d be free and in the mood to talk after getting the impression she never wanted to see anyone with both an x and y chromosome in their body. “Why are you being so nice?”, she enquires with a stiff lip. The question is met with a response of a single shrug which is completely honest. I’m not sure that I know exactly why but having a rough, very rough idea. “This is what you were after right? Men to treat you as a human being and not a piece of meat. I’m just hoping to set the standards. High mind you.” Taking off my jacket and tossing it over the back of a chair, I politely decline the offer of another drink and take a good look at Eri; eyes tracing around her figure as I wonder if she’ll agree to my next question. Grabbing a hold of her hand lightly and bringing it up so that my lips meet the back of it, I notice the faintest of crimson shades paint across her cheeks which I hope stays for the rest of the evening. “Dance?” Only after I’ve asked to I notice by the entry way Rikiya walking in - mhmmm; he decided to show up after all. Midori’s POV It’s an effort to walk in heels even after only a few short strides; which mean’s last minute I substitute them for a sparkly pair of flats before racing across campus to the boys dormitory which involves half carrying my dress, the one which I saw in the window the other night and was in a rush to buy, with every step I take hoping to not trip over it. Knocking at the door, I’m speechless when my date answers dressed all dapper in a suit that just amplifies his appeal. “Ughff…”, the half chuckle, half gasp which escapes me doesn’t have an actual sound or meaning other than a slight undertone of impressed satisfaction to what I see. “You - wow.. the suit. Um. You look so.. different. Wow.” Glancing over Shunichiro’s shoulder, I notice a familiar figure I don’t particularly want to see yet am met with, drinking on the couch alone in the dark, in the dormitory. My heart sinks for a moment knowing why he’s like this. I’m cruel when I want to be but ignoring someone who looks like they’re in some kind of emotional pain, I can’t do; and after excusing myself to walk past Shunichiro - I head to the sofa and arrange my dress awkwardly around me to take a seat. “Toshiaki…”, I acknowledge the older boy who sighs at the mere mention of his own name, not bothering to take his eyes off the show that’s playing on the tv screen. Leaning across him to grab the remote, I turn the program he’s watching off and in my best mother style voice ask him to look at me. He does begrudgingly and his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them - as if stained by a midnight blue ink that won’t dilute his emotions. I feel partially to blame and slightly guilty. “I’m only going to say this once - so listen, because I do not plan on repeating myself”, I tell him sternly, earning a half reaction which is a little more than a low grunt yes, “You’ve got twenty minutes to sober up a little, put a suit on and make yourself look presentable. If you want to get the girl I’m happy to try help - but I can’t promise miracles. Now go… quickly; we don’t have all night.” Toshiaki’s POV HELP? She wants to help? The girl who has despised me from the moment she met me suddenly with a change of heart? Was it a trick? A trap? An opportunity for her to joke about it later? The look in her eyes seemed serious though - was I smart enough to take the offer up though or let it go to waste like every other missed opportunity I ever let pass me by. 45 minutes later - now no longer with the fresh taste of beer smothering my tastebuds, I stood alongside a dormmate and his girlfriend unsure of where the night was going to lead. I hadn’t expected the college to manage to decorate the grand hall so nicely. Ignoring the staff who offered refreshments and bites to eat, I searched the room for the girl I had to sort things out with - for better or worse; hopefully just so that I could finally shut my eyes and get a good nights rest and sleep. “I shouldn’t be here….”, I whispered beneath my breath, noticing Eri on the dancefloor with another guy.

Eriko’s POV

Several twisting and turning in front of the full length mirror before I’m fully satisfied with my makeup and hair done by professional, I sigh at my very own reflection. Perhaps I should have saved this silvery mermaid dress in long sleeves with open back for next week charity ball which I’m sure my father would approve of- for once a dress that’s covering up my cleavage where the slightest ounce of elegance can finally be found upon me. Yet a tiny part of me want my potential date to get a glimpse of it first, would he for once has his jaw dropped wide open like the rest and find me beautiful or at the least, likeable? None of it seems to matter though since Toshiaki has not replied me after I texted him the details, I don’t even know if I at all have a date.

The noticeable glares and gasps satirically put off my mood, confusing myself on whether I want to be part of this occasion but the gentleman like Shinichi has put my uneasiness at ease effortlessly in his forever charming and witty manners.

This year decorations is breathtaking with thousands of dim string lights and glitter balls hanging in the air, definitely set up well with the romantic atmosphere for all the love birds around me. A night for everyone to relax and let loose though I wonder if it is still my kind of fun so far I’ve limited myself to only one glass of champagne within the first hour, speaking of which Midori, Shunichiro and the person I hope and fear to see are still nowhere to be seen.

Once the dance with Shinichi ends, his friend who has rejected me and politely respected my wishes is now joining us. Rikiya and I both manage a not too awkward hello whilst the call of my name has interrupted his attempt of further conversation which I’m not sure where it would lead to.

“Eriko?"

His grey eyes fixes onto mine as I give him a tiny smile. "Hishikura?”

“So much for no boys no distractions.”

“I’m here with friends.” There again with that single word which seems to cause these men in front of me to hold back their smallest flinch. Hishikura lets out a low chuckle and borrows me for one dance, he moves forward, I go backwards, and we begin to move in a very simple slow dance, not really caring what song the band is playing in the background. He leads me in simple steps, back and forth, spinning me around every now and again with a few dips and turns thrown in. By the time my second dance of the night is near its end, I spot Midori at the entrance and gracefully say my goodbye to my newly made friend and tutor before heading over with my heart pounding a thousand miles per second.

Taking deep, slow breaths to overcome my nerves is barely doing the trick but at least my usual cheery tone of greetings sounds normal to me, though only resulting Toshiaki to stare into space and giving me the silent treatment.

“Want to dance?” Maintaining the best smile I’d offer from such circumstances, I freeze and wait, praying for the man to at least give an answer but no words are heard. I nod and shrug with a rueful smile, “Or not. Okay then, have fun guys.” With my bottom lips chewed and pride shredded into pieces, I walk away with my head held high but not high enough to ignore my heartache and tears that’s eager to leave my system. Snatch and down a flute filled with bubbles then back to the basketball duo with two pairs of eyes on me- one with worries while the other looks behind me with questioning gazes but both seemingly concern.

Shunichiro’s POV

What seems to be the mother nature of Midori or perhaps her guilty conscience has worked her wonder and successfully got Toshiaki to arrive at the grand hall in one piece though his first reaction is again trying to flee the scene as soon as he lays eyes on Eriko.

The poor girl finally has a taste of full on rejection which I cannot say she deserves for all I know, Toshiaki is most likely to be battling in that mind of his in search for a suitable answer but before he’d find one, the time is up.

Where the heck is Yuki when you need him most?!

I have no doubt the beast on the leash is here on the hunting ground, scouting and baiting for his prize of the evening. If only he’s here, the impatient and reckless Yukihisa would be dragging my quiet friend half way through the hall and forces the two to dance and sort things out like adults. As difficult as I could presume it is for Toshiaki, I can’t deny my disappointment by his lack of actions and annoying cowardliness.

All I want to do right now is to leave him aside, pull Midori in my arms and dance all night, showing her this whole prince and princess experience she most craved, I do have a girlfriend to impress after all, no matter how easily done it is.

Unfortunately, that’s not quite an option thus Midori and I stand and quietly wait for my dear friend to eventually make his next move.

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Glory Days Part 18 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Yukihisa’s POV As much as I don’t mind  being showered in the kind of attention I won’t get from the average female who’s more than happy to open her legs for me quicker than she’d open a textbook - the night is just painful to watch as countless women attempt to shimmy and shove themselves into my best friends face - Shun seemingly a with his head on another planet. Sighing, I shoo the woman who is in his lap away with a single gesture - suggesting we head elsewhere; not a party, not a bar, not a club - just somewhere he can either focus if he wants to or take his mind off things.  My offer is met with not so surprising enthusiasm and the moment we’re out of that place; no longer surrounded by the scent of baby powder, perfume and liquor, I slap a hand on Shun’s back knowing he won’t think anything of it before I fish his phone out of his pocket. “What the fuck Maki–” “You’ll thank me later.” Quick to type out a message as Shun tries his hardest to snatch the phone back; I’m finally defeated seconds after I hit send satisfied with my small act of playing cupid. Knowing how my bestfriend’s head works he’d have just been avoidant and ruins his chances of anything. The text of ‘I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you’ gets a response quicker than expected. I’m quiet, wondering if he’ll respond. Midori’s POV Half awake, head resting on top of textbooks and the sound of the tv quietly playing in the background; the vibration of my phone earns a groan in response, not expecting to be contacted at this hour of the night yet my heart flutters at the text received and a burst of energy rushes through me as I pace the dorm room unsure of how to respond or if I should wait a while and give it time. Ah fuck it. Not wanting to waste time, I reply quicker to this text than any other one I’ve ever written in my life. “Me too. I really want to see you.” Shinichi’s POV (the following morning) “That wouldn’t be a issue if you weren’t such a distraction.” Breakfast, kisses, waking up on the floor a little unexpected - I can’t complain, not that I would even if the opportunity was given. Eri’s soft; lips melting against one anothers as my hands are just as inviting and curse filled as her body that I can’t help run my hands along. Yesterday wasn’t exactly a date - yet with the time we’ve gotten to spend with one another; even helping her move out which provided the perfect opportunity to get to know her a little more than what’s on surface. For me that’s better than unnecessary flirtations over dinner or drunken rendezvous between the sheets . “A little forward”, I stated between kisses; multitasking by talking whenever we need to pause a take a breath, “But”, I continue pulling my glasses off and dropping them on the kitchen counter to allow us to get that tiny bit closer, “I hear there’s a ball next Friday, and I’m wondering”, I squeeze Eri’s hips gently, “if you had a date?”

Shunichiro’s POV Yuki sure knows how to push my buttons even knowing damn well that I would have done the very same thing and I should return the favor to my childhood friend. So waiting till he’s in the shower, I quickly search for his contact list but fail to find the person I have in mind. Turning to Toshiaki who’s also spacing out at his phone at 2 in the morning which never happens- the three of us have not been ourselves since the night we met the two troubled girls. Typing a text on Yuki’s phone from the number I’ve got from Toshi, I lay back onto my bed and stare at Midori’s reply. I could effortlessly reply her and admit that she has been on my mind this whole time as much as my doubts of us being together, I don’t know where she stands. Sometimes people tell the truth from the bottom of their hearts when they’re drunk or pissed off. Taking my time in typing and deleting the words I’m not quite happy with- so much for Journalism, Shunichiro! I sigh and press the send button, putting all thoughts behind and close my eyes. "That was actually Yuki’s doing. It’s late, goodnight.” Eriko’s POV [ SMUT COMING NEXT ] “Is that our next date?” Luckily being half turn on hasn’t killed all of my senses, aren’t I glad all I had last night was just beer and not something stronger- hmm maybe it isn’t too bad to stay sober. My hands wandering on Shinichi’s chest move towards the nape of his neck as my lips leave his and licks his ear. “I didn’t think you’d be the cheeky type, Shinichi.” Responding me with a sly grin as my hands gently pushes him away and head over to the table for my blinking phone. “Plus, I did promise Riki for another date. I don’t want to sound like a bitch but I do want to play fair.”   The man in glasses closes our distance once again and back to our steamy session, “Gosh, you are persistent too, aren’t you?” Nibbling my soft spot which he has now figured out and whispers sweet nothing to me. “I’m fine with playing fair, invite him too. I’m only persistent at things that I think it’s worth it and you Eriko Sato, you are worth it.” I melt into his words and kisses as he gently lays me down on the table then the sudden vibration and ringtone from my phone has startled us a little but not enough for Shinichi to stop. Answering my phone with my eyes closed as I feel the man on top of me slowly lowers himself, I bite my tongue before letting out a breathless hello.

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Glory Days Part 29 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Notes: Fluffy angst? The rp is discontinued but there are several scenes in my head for Eri, Toshi & Riki. I may or may not finish writing them but for now if you’d like to know what happen in the future (yearssss after glory Days), you can read it here.

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Midori’s POV Not a single person at all bothered to say anything, let out a whimper or even mention what they had been thinking after the little outburst we’d all not expected and just endured. A thick, carve with a knife pulled out of your back styled animosity had filled the room to the brim; overflowing into each and every conscious which surrounded the girl now hiding beneath the covers on the bed. As if all agreeing in silence with an exchange of expressions their features hadn’t created in a while, I waited patiently as everyone resembling a member of the opposite sex including medical staff exited in single file; whispering to Mr Sato that I’d keep him update should anything happen and closed the door, twisting the key twice to the right to ensure that it was securely locked. Scaring myself with my own reflection in the small and narrow window above the door handle; I used up a fraction of a second to access how I was - looking like a complete mess - before returning my focus on the person who should have been my best friend; my attention had to be on her 24/7 as it always was whether I had a choice in the matter or not. “You can come out of hiding…” Being met with nothing more than silence after 30 seconds I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I exhaled deeply, not expecting the night to have turned out like this and almost not wanting it to have been drastically ruined in the way that it was. “You know after pulling that little stunt I’m actually surprised you’re even alive! The doctors said you had enough Rohypnol in your system to overdose 6 times over.” Snaking a hand through my hair, I waited as patiently as I could, noticing some tears in the dress around my knees and hoping that they could be repaired. Still not gaining any kind of response was finally getting on my nerves and without thinking a short, possibly unwarranted outburst came hissing from behind my ever so tightly clenched teeth. Regardless of how Eri was feeling right now, I had to get what I was feeling off my chest - even if it was a frustration rant rather than how I truly felt. “…stop being so fucking selfish and get out from beneath the covers”, I spat like venom; rolling my eyes, “I’ve been worried fucking sick about you for the last 9 hours wondering if you’re actually going to open your eyes so the least you can do is god damn have some respect and talk to me.” Still; not even the covers managed to shuffle yet I could faintly hear crying. “I don’t get you Eri - seriously, the first sign of anything happening to you and we’re all in a frenzied panic about whether you’re okay, I constantly bend over backward to keep you happy. You want something, I make sure you get it - you’re not happy, I go to lengths than more people would to make sure there’s a smile on your face. We like the same guy, I keep my distance so that you can have your way with him. You’re struggling with studying, I waste every single minute of my day helping and explaining in the hopes that it’ll click. You cause trouble - I clean it up. All I do and all I ever seem to be doing is making sure that the sun still shines brightly and that along with the world it revolved around you and I don’t even have the decency to utter a single thank you. I’m over this - perhaps you were right; things would be better off if Eiji were here instead.” Wiping the tears which had formed in the corners of my eyes, I mentioned in a whisper that I’d be waiting outside if I was needed; not in the mood or willing to be too far yet unable to stay in the same few feet of space. Letting myself exist, my heart skipped a beat in horror as I ran into the chest of someone I wasn’t expecting. “Wha… what are you doing here?”, I uttered somewhat incoherently, eyes narrowing at the sight of company. Rikiya’s POV “She’s like this because of me”, I explained half-heartedly with a heavy sigh; feeling the anger that I’d experienced before transform into some kind of guilt my body was now plagued with which I couldn’t shake off as easily as I’d intended to be able to. “It’s Midori right?”, I asked the shorter girl with tears in her eyes who looked as if she were too worse for wear, “…you should go get some rest. You’ll need it. I can stay here the night–.” “Ha! Nice try Romeo”, she cracked an insult before sitting down on a chair in the hall and I watched her eyes, heavy and closing - wondering if the conversation I’d overheard only seconds earlier would be regretted or possibly sorted out when the morning arrives.

Eriko’s POV 

I need space and time to process, to think, to let the guilt and shame wash over me but no, Midi has stuck around and begins giving me the motherly lecture I usually stick my tongue out before snuggling to her shoulder and beg for her forgiveness. Only this time it escalates quickly to her own complaining, listing her sacrifices over the years, things that she has done and I have obliviously taken for granted.

But her one particular comment has my simple sorry stuck at the back of my throat, ”..things would be better off if Eiji were here instead..“

There is no word to describe how I feel with my lack of vocabulary but to finally realize how little I mean to Midori, someone who I have been friends with since middle school- to unmask the truth that she’s only been playing the part of my friend, not only disagreeing a lifestyle or choices she doesn’t see eye to eye but actually despises me so wholeheartedly. 

I feel so confused, stupid and worthless. Did our weekly movie night mean nothing? Our venting over pancakes and ice cream wasn’t real? Her whole speech of encouraging me to be myself and stop believing what the others said was just what, a hoax? She wasn’t actually seeking my love advice this whole time? Had she been putting up with me and pretending to be my friend for over a decade because I was a trust fund kid?

Feeling the anger boiling in my gut and blood burning through my veins, I curl into a ball with tears streaming down my face till exhaustion and desperation have weighed down on me, leading me to the land of dream- my private sanctuary where I occasionally speak to my dead brother, the one and only person who truly loved me.

Toshiaki’s POV 

It has been over twelve hours, the guy in glasses and the one who punches me have gone to grab a drink while Shunichiro and his girl have dozed off, leaving Yukihisa who’s widely awake and me who has been keeping my eyes closed and mouth shut but my mind never settles.

The sound of door cracking has got my attention but before I’d peek, Yuki has beaten me to it.

"Shhhh…” It’s Eri’s voice, “Let them sleep." 

My heart sinks to a new low when I hear my best friend is taking her home, why am I always one step behind? None of this would have happened if I could just tell her my most honest thoughts, she still has no idea how I truly feel about her till this very moment.

But, now I’m sure.

I like Eriko Sato, a lot and I do care about her. 

However, repeating in my head does not get me any closer to getting it off my chest. The past few hours of anxiety is hell, combining the memories of my dead girlfriend. There’s too much what ifs and should have running in my mind that any second without Eri is considered wasted, yet, here I sit with my head down, eyes closed while Yuki takes her hand and marches out the door with the girl who has stolen my heart.

Toshiaki Kijima, you are such an idiot!

Yukihisa’s POV 

Arriving back to Eriko’s new place, I waste no time in wrapping my arms around her. "Don’t do that again, you could tease me all you want Eriko but never disappear like that ever again.”

I could feel a trail of moist tears running down her cheeks and gradually spreading onto my shirt. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you cry,” I whisper while stroking her hair delicately, how on earth is it even possible for the femme fatale to still smell this good and intoxicating after hours in the hospital? Then she lifts her head up with a bitter smile and her alluring eyes gazing into mine, I shiver at the intensity of the look and know- I am done for.

“Eri,” My voice is too weak even for myself to recognize, “I have told you to stop making me feel tight beneath my belt.” I hiss through clenched teeth but both my palms have found their ways to her teary soft cheeks and her captivating lips that’s dangerously close to mine.

“You’re an idiot.” She pouts, neither reducing nor extending our distance. 

Our lips connect and my head spin, it’s like a dance we have missed from the ball last night. It’s a rewarding feeling after craving her lips for so long, though I’ve done it before yet this feels like our first kiss. My eyes slowly close as I relish in the taste, her small hands move upwards to my chest while we connect and reconnect our lips, our hunger for each other growing more rampant with each kiss. When we part, both of us are breathing a little louder than expected. She grabs my hands still cupping her cheeks and slowly lowers them. 

“I want to, Maki. The only thing that would make me feel better now is some angry rough sex but I don’t want to cause more troubles. I feel like every decision I make is questionable and I don’t know what kind of person I want to be anymore." 

With that being said, I let her slide under my trap and disappears into the bathroom, leaving me alone in the corridor reliving the image of our once confident and witty trouble maker slowly slipping away. 

Shunichiro’s POV 

"She’s fine, Maki drops her home.”

My announcement just comes in perfect timing for everyone to calm down, especially Midori who’s been pacing non stop outside Eriko’s room. But it’s Toshiaki’s exceptionally unconcerned expression that tells me he already knows.

“Why don’t we go home, we can all use some sleep. She’s safe, isn’t she?”

Everyone stays silence but agrees with my suggestion, more likely glad that such option is eventually on the table.  

Wrapping my hand around Midi’s waist, I pull her close and sooth her with all I’d offer after such eventful night as she mumbles how she has had enough and Eriko has just put an end to their friendship.

My steps pause shortly, catching a glimpse of the two friends who drive off in a bike while Midi hurries me into a cab, leaving Toshiaki to take a long and lonely walk back to our dorm which we all know there will be no one but himself.

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Glory Days Part 28 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Yukihisa’s POV I’ve tried to behave - honestly, well.. no, not honestly. There’s a pretty little line of over the top dressed women who stand in my line of sight all craving attention in one way or another yet only one manages to catch my attention. Tall and slender wrapped in a silver gown that looks like the perfect present anyone would be lucky to receive on Christmas morning, I half dance - half slide past bodies in the crowd to get closer to the girl I’ve chosen to prey on; chuckling to myself when I get close enough and finally realize who it is. “So you’ve gotta tell me the secret”, I whisper over Eriko’s shoulder as I walk up behind her, hearing and relishing at the sound of her hitched breath as I catch her by surprise, “…with a dress this figure-hugging - just how did you manage to get into it?” Without seeing her face on I can already sense that she’s rolling her eyes and yet I couldn’t care less - this woman has done nothing but taunt and tease me for the past week and I feel as if I should at least try and put all this to an end. Hands on her waist; I urge her to turn with a half step and when she looks up finally so that we’re seeing eye to eye, face to face; that usual sly and cheeky grin isn’t there - like I was expecting. Her expression is solemn - and from the interesting stories I’d heard days ago from a not so sober Toshiaki and free liquor pouring Shun I can possibly guess why. Taking her wrist, I guide the ever so sexily oozing femme fatale off to the side of the dancefloor and pull out a seat for her, waiting for her to accept before tucking it in beneath her. Next, it’s a quick and quiet crouch down in front of her. Perhaps if I’m not seen as overly dominant or possessive our little chat will go better than expected. “Fuck….”, the word curses out between my lips as Eriko crosses her legs and shows off a little skin, “..you have to stop feel tight beneath the belt.” “You’re an idiot”, she half mumbles, half chuckles shoving at my chest and I can’t help but be grateful for even the slightest bit of contact. “So… what’s the deal with you and your date? He looks a little plain compared to the men I’ve seen you take notice of; and I’m wondering if tonight”, I questioned biting my lip whilst smiling; placing a hand on her knee, “..if you’ll make an exception.” Abruptly cut off by the fact Shunichiro has rushed by and asked me to follow him, I leave Eriko with her thoughts wondering what the fuck I’m needed for. Midori’s POV After the less than ideal silent rebuttle between my best friend and the puppy who has seemed to lose his way, I sigh - chasing Toshiaki outside after he mumbles beneath his breath again that he shouldn’t be around and that Eriko deserves better. Deserves better what? At the rate that their both managing to grind on my nerves I’m thinking they’d make a perfect couple - the attention queen constantly feeding the pathetically naive who wants to make a good impression on her yet just isn’t confident enough to do so. I’m thankful that I swapped from the heels, running in flats its so much easier and after bumping into classmates, tutors, waitstaff and a man who looks like he’s a member of the live band that’s playing I’ve managed to, breathlessly, make my way outside. Where the hell is he? Ughhhh! Rolling my eyes, I begin to get frustrated about how this night is turning out. Every moment Shunichiro and I manage to get together is ruined at no fault of our own by the environment we’re stuck within. Boy drama, drunken nights, petty arguments, friends who have no idea what they should do or should be doing, classes, assignments due – I’m under the impression that from this attempt of a relationship nothing is going to eventuate. “You need to stop running every time life looks like it’s going to get difficult for thirty seconds”, I explain, walking up to the boy that I’ve found sitting on a small set of steps, wondering if I should have bothered to try and drag him out of the dorm if only this was going to happen. Hands on my hips, I try and catch my breath - rolling my eyes at the fact Toshiaki from his pockets is pulling out a cigarette. Snatching them out of his hands, I place them behind my back. “Please tell me you didn’t pick up this habit from Tachibana?” My question is met with nothing but silence and this gets on my nerves even more. “Look - stop acting like a god damn brat and fucking talk to me.” Without waiting for a second longer he explains that it’s not that he doesn’t to do this but that he can’t do it - that he feels guilty for the death of his ex and he hasn’t quite moved on yet. That he likes Eri’s company but is near certain that after a short period of him that she’d be bored and get over him. That he’s not good at relationships. That he’s not good at opening up. That he’s not good at talking about what he’s feeling. Sighing with a deep breath, I can’t quite find the right words to explain that he’s doing that all now without my constant prompting but I keep quiet - anything that I can or might say may have the opposite effect. We want two steps forward not two steps back. “Ok.. that’s all you had to say - for a relationship or whatever it is she want’s you’re not ready. Easy huh? Repeat after me ‘I’m not ready!’” Toshiaki doesn’t bother yet I do get the smallest of faint laughs coughed up from him which makes me feel as if I’ve done something right. Snapping my fingers and telling him to stand up; I explain within a single breath that we’re walking back inside and that he’s going to act as if it’s a fresh start and that nothing ever happened. A fresh start is what they need - it’s what everybody needs; but before that can happen, I’m pushed out of the way and hit the ground, a fight underway in front of me. Rikiya’s POV Kagari’s presence is enough to get beneath my skin but when I  see the guy that’s been causing Eriko problems - the one that’s made her cry and forced me to spend time wiping away her tears, I’m on the verge of snapping. It’s been a long, long time since I ever let my temper get the better of me but within seconds and a single punch, I have blood on my knuckles even though I’m not bleeding. “What the hell man - she see’s you for 30 seconds and you’re already making Eri fucking cry?” What I’m asking comes out half in aggravation, half with a choke when he finally manages to get his hands onto me. The scuffle between the both of us ending after a minute or so of rough-housing before security has pried us apart; the girl in question over all of this watching with a bit lip from the distance. “Mononobe, we’re leaving.” Shinichi’s voice barely cuts into my register as I shove him away, wanting space from anyone and everyone that seems to have surrounded me.

Eriko’s POV

Whoever says having guys fight over girls is romantic, because I feel far from it.The people around the boys are still shouting out fight as if wishing for them to do some real damage, but they are smarter than that. Impulsive, protective but definitely smarter.

On the contrary, I as the reason behind this mess is watching from afar, hoping to be unnoticed, wishing to be gone for good. My disappearance shall restore everything to its rightful order, everyone back to their lives with friends who spend quality time together and occasionally checking out the opposite sex without causing a scene.

I put my hand up and hail at a cab coming my way, slipping in without looking back and asks the driver to take me to a place where’s save for me to drink at this time of the night. Around 15 minutes later, it stops with a grand hotel in sight. Thanking the man generously, I head to the bar like it’s one of my regular.

The place is fancy, not that I’m in the mood to judge but sitting on the bar stools with the soft rhythm of the piano playing in the background makes me fit in right away, a few tables with patrons sipping drinks, talking, laughing, having fun. Well maybe I do stand out a little all alone in a freaking open back nightgown but this is the best I’d do for one drama-free night.

I already had two drinks and was contemplating about having a third. Maybe it isn’t such a good idea but what harm could it do with just one extra drink?

“Care if I join?” asks an older man. It’s obvious his suit is tailed made and expensive nevertheless he’s still unappealing.

After a while, with a bit of chatting- more of a Q & A. I finish my drink and excuse myself to the ladies room, standing in one of the stalls, I rest my head against the wall. Three drinks never make me this loopy. I feel nauseous and having a hard time thinking straight through in truth I haven’t been able to do that in quite some time now. I sigh, close my eyes in a wince and put my hand on my forehead. Feeling oddly hot, like some kind of heat is pooling in my stomach, and barely manage to drag myself back to the stool, bumping into someone in a lavender shirt.

“Hey?” A new voice says but I couldn’t quite see who it is. A soft pounding, soft drumming of pain beats in my head before I vaguely notice a smirk, the man in tailor-made suit now has his arms around my shoulders, “Sorry, my girlfriend is a little tipsy.”

“What? I’m not your girlfriend, I am nobody girlfriend. I …. I’m gonna go home myself…” Blurring the words out, I shake off his hands and stumble few steps further.

“Hey!!!”

Few voices are shouting at the same time but I have no strength left to turn around and check, my feet feel weak and I need to lay down, now.

The unsteady and bouncing movement beneath me is almost startling, I still feel the sweltering heat all around me and when I momentarily manage to open my eyes I find myself being carried and once again a glimpse of a lavender shirt.

My eyes are too heavy to be lifted but I could faintly identify some kind of short conversation bet two men.

“I don’t know what she’s taken but she’s not waking up. Why am I always cleaning up your mess.”

“This isn’t my mess, just drop her off at the hospital anonymously.”

Yukihisa’s POV

Couldn’t say I was surprised when Shun dragged me away to find Toshiaki, the man hasn’t been himself lately and hell, I haven’t been myself ever since Eriko has entered our lives but witnessing the worried and desperate expression that we unfortunately are too familiar with isn’t a good sign at all.

Being the first to watch her flee the scene was helpful with Midori ringing her non stop and ended up splitting in three teams, the other two plain guys going after her by cab, Toshi and I to wait at our dorm then Shun and his girl waiting at her dorm, only none of us had seen Eri since.

4 hours later- still no news from her yet. Midori says she could have met some guy and decided to spend the night but the rest of us differ. Riding in cabs around the town seems useless but it’s better than sitting ducks till the auburn hair of the duo suggests to try the hospital. As soon as one of the ER doctor has seen Eri’s photo and we know, she’s here but the information could only be revealed to her direct family.

Now no longer with the revolting taste in my mouth, I lean alongside a wall and pull out a packet of cigarette, sharing with the rest of the guys and watch Midori pacing in circles, cursing to herself with the phone in hand. “Fuck, I seriously don’t want to be the one to call her dad.”

For better or worse; I want nothing more than a hot shower and good night sleep then possibly a make out session from our little troublemaker.

Eriko’s POV

The air feels heavy. How is that even possible?

Inhaling sharply, the air fills my nostrils- heavy and stale. Hospital. Am I in a hospital? Why? How? I renumber the fight, heading to a hotel’s bar, and then the next thing I remember I was lying down, staring at a white ceiling. My eyes open slowly, blinking as the light assaults my vision, and I try to sit up, which is instantly regrettable. My mouth feels dry, sandpaper tongue stuck with a sour tasting mouth. Before I could, however, speak or move another muscle, there is a hand on my shoulder helping me up.

I would have screamed but no sound ’s heard.

I scan the place and see seven pairs of eyes on me, mostly with concern but there’s one particular pair that could simply kill me with his piercing glares but to my surprise, he hasn’t yelled.

“Young lady, you have seriously gone too far this time. You were this close, this close to…”

His stern voice trails off, biting his lips like a cat has got his tongue but my guess would simply be my father trying to not cause a bigger scene in public eyes so here goes my perfect chance.

“This close to what? Send me away?” Good to have my voice back and the rest of my thoughts just fires away. “Fine, do it! Who cares? Nobody! You hate seeing me anyway. You stopped seeing or hearing me years ago, what difference does it make now?!”

Midori jumps and attempts to cover my mouth which I just manage to dodge, “No, stop pulling me back Midz! You know it, I know it and he knows it! He’s been punishing me for the past three years, I am done playing your puppet!! I’m done playing your vase, go get your wife to the ball, she loves the attention!”

“Enough! Show her some respect!”

“Respect?! When did your wife ever respect me then?” It’s so easy to get my father to raise his voice, mentions his wife and my dead brother- work every single time. “I’m sorry I am not Eiji, and I never will be so go ahead send me away. No one gives a damn anyway!”

Breaking down isn’t pretty but with everyone here who has pretty much seen it before, well apart from Maki who I swiftly look away from, I have next found myself buried in Midi’s arms, crying and sobbing something I have not even admitted to myself.

“I miss him, I’d do anything to bring him back! He loved me for who I am, he never judged he never questioned he never takes, all he ever did was give…. It should have been me, I should have been the one to die……”

“Stop Eri!”

“No!!!!!! I listened to all of you and who, who listens to me?! I have fun and mess around, people pretend to like me then call me the whore of century; I behave and make friends then you lots think I’m taunting and manipulating. Fine! I’m done, I’m done trying to impress people who clearly don’t even want to lay eyes on me or listen to what I’ve got to say. Most of you just want to get into my pants anyway so none of you even care!!!! Get out, all of you, OUT!”

Raged, annoyed, frustrated and ashamed, I pull the sheet over my head and decide to hide underneath it for eternity.

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Glory Days Part 12 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Toshiaki’s POV

“Toshi - She’s not my problem.”

Girl is never an issue between the three of us, those two are used to having endless girls around them while the opposite sex know better to say away from me- the boring and scary looking dork. And frankly, I like my life in peace. Study and work shall be all I dedicate my life to, not women not partying or any kind of fun a regular college kid seeks.

To hear Maki ’s not so honest reaction, it could end worse than it already is. Watching Eri sleeps dreamily on my bunk and occasionally glancing over the living room to see Maki laughing at some kind of lame dating reality show till he doozes off- perfect- now even the couch is taken. Letting out an exhausted yawn, I give few final strokes of Eri’s hair to make sure the sleeping beauty wouldn’t be falling off before climbing down in attempt to occupy Maki’s bed instead.

The moving and turning make me freeze in position as I then see Eri arcing her back and murmuring about something being too tight. Leaning forward without making any sound, a warm with sweet scent of leopard print bra is suddenly hanging over my head, I remove it in panic and find myself now face to face with Eri who’s sitting up and clearly half asleep.

“What the heck!” Without any second thought, I take my shirt off and force it on her to cover her distracting nipples through her thin fabric.

“See! You’re the good guy!” My eyes on her dazzling and growing smile while she throws herself at me. Her arms attach to my neck, lips nibbling my ear dangerously and her soft breasts pressing against my bare chest that is about to cause trouble.

“Eri…” I whisper in defeat, hoping for her to let go.

Pulling away with her hands still hooking at the nape of my neck, her nose touching mine. “Do you hate me this much?”

“No,” Our lips are barely apart, I swallow hard. “It’s just you are really something…… I couldn’t handle.”

With a bigger grin on her face which I can’t quite see, she closes her eyes and connects our lips before pausing for a split second. “You’re doing just fine.”

My mind go blank with my pulse racing from the warmth of her gentle kiss. She deepens the kiss as I part my lips to feel her tongue entering, and letting it glide over mine, drawing circles while I slowly lay her down onto my bed. Her body is warm, soft and smooth as I begin to feel the pain from the growing twist in my pants. I feel possessed and drowning into her alluring sweetness, suddenly she stops again. I open my eyes and nearly laugh out loud at the drunken girl who’s fallen back to sleep.

Rolling to the other side, I watch Eri smiles and mumbles my name in her dreams until my eyelids are too heavy to be opened again.

Eriko’s POV

With the constant tucking and shaking, I eventually open my eyes to see Midi looking in panick and telling me how we need to rush out of here cause she’s in trouble. Having absolutely no fucking clue what’s going on, I miracly manage to leave the top bunkbed the lonewolf and I seem to have share without falling of or making any noise- college party days are definitely paying off.

How did we get here? Oh right Toshiaki!

Tiptoeing all over the place to search my phone has also become one of my greatest accomplishment and I even have a little time to draw on Maki’s face while Midi throws a shirt on- meanie

Sticking my tongue out to the jackass med student who’s still enjoying his beauty sleep, Midi grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the building in a flash. As if being dragged across the campus under broad daylight that’s way too bright and early for my liking along with massive hangover and pounding headache, the sharp pain to my arm only top up my miserable morning or perhaps afternoon.

Just let me sleep!

That’s my inner thoughts though all my senses are enhanced, my delayed reaction isn’t helping me to get the words out when I see some hot and sweating athlete, well I can’t really tell but heck the dude is glistening under the bright sun- fuck get me out of the sun! As my head’s forced to lift up by the stranger, my late reaction has finally caught up and I hear myself uttering a possibly oblivious fact out loud, “I am not wearing anything underneath.”

Shinichi’s POV “I am not wearing anything underneath.” The comment is bold enough to flush my cheeks a bright red and make my glasses nearly up at the girls hungover induced honesty. Without thinking; I shrug my jacket off my arms and wrap it over her shoulders - watching comically as the petite brunette struggles to slip into the sleeves. It’s not much, I’m aware but another layer right now with what she has on surely must help in someway.

“Are you ok?”, I hear Rikiya ask again and whilst her friend rolls her eyes, folding her arms across her chest; a little more than what I can only describe as a cheeky smirk scribbles onto her lips. “Eri… c'mon, we have to go”, her friend coaxes on yet it’s clear with the state these girls are in, they both aren’t going to make it far. It’s even more obvious when the few steps they try to take away from us are a mixture of stumbles and trips. “Let us help”, Rikiya suggests. Nodding in agreement, our offer is met with a loud, stern - NO. “C'mon Midi… let them help”, Eri managers to muster; Rikiya allowing her to lean up and rest against him so that she’s able to stand straight. Her friends patience seems to be running short as her cellphone rings again and she within seconds cancels the call. “Look.. just… fuck”, the Midi girl scowls, “..here are the keys to our room. We’re in the West Wing, Level 4, Room 76. Just make sure she gets there - and don’t try anything stupid.” Given strict instructions and taking the keys which are flung out in my direction, Rikiya and I exchange a look which continues with him scooping up Eri bridal style. “Alright… let’s get you home.”

Midori’s POV Trouble - eh, I am in so much fucking trouble. When I arrive at my mothers store I find not only her but my father there who haven’t spoken since their divorce three years ago and am scolded with the guilt trip of “we’re not angry, just extremely disappointed” which hurts more than it should. I’m told that they watched the security footage. All colour manages to drain from my face countless times as they question me on what I was thinking, what Eri and I were doing, who the boy that came in was, why we were here, if I thought it was appropriate to act like this as a young woman. My head is still pounding and after their interrogation I feel as if I’ve been thrown under a bus. Told not to bother coming in to work until I’m ‘mature enough’ to act like an adult and take responsibility for my own actions, I catch a cab back to the dorm - in a bad mood because I was not expecting an innocent night of ‘fun’ to turn out this way. Walking into the dorm finding that the door is unlocked; I’m a little shocked to see that the guys from earlier are still around - the auburn haired one in the kitchen cooking something, the darker one with glasses trying to convince Eri that water and popping a few paracetamol pills will ease the headache she’s feeling. “You’re back!”, my friend states with a smile and I remain quiet, not in the mood for conversation. Right now I just want a shower and to get changed into something that resembles real clothing and to sleep. Sleep - that’s the priority. “Midi? Midori…. Katayani why aren’t you talking?” It’s a heavy sigh that washes over me before I pinch the bridge of my nose and inhale deeply. “Because I’m not in the mood Eri. I just got chewed up and spat out and am in enough trouble to last me a lifetime.” When I say it like that - it doesn’t at all seem that bad yet I fail to mention the fact that I’ve lost my parents trust, that they want to pull me from college because they can’t see any reason that someone immature should waste time or their money apparently 'studying’ and that I’ve been told not to come in until I’m responsible and mature enough to do so… yep - great, there goes any form of a wage I needed. “It can’t be that bad…” Eri’s possibly innocent seeming comment is enough to snap a nerve and push me over the edge. “YES IT IS THAT BAD!”, I’m wishing I could just stop and pause and think about what I’m about to say but it all comes out unexpectedly, “I’m not some lucky trustfund kid who just gets to glide through life because her parents have enough money to support her and scoop her out of any trouble she gets into unlike yourself Eriko. I actually need to work for what I want and ultimately get good grades so that I can leave this god-forsaken city once and forall - and while I’m in the mood for talking - WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE GUYS STILL DOING HERE? I thought they were just meant to be bringing you home or is that not the case? Are you planning on sleeping with both of them like you are or have every other fucking guy who steps foot on this campus?” Rant over; half regretting yet half not what I’ve raged and said, I spin to leave the dorm frustrated, annoyed and upset.

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Glory Days Part 24 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Toshiaki’s POV There’s no doubt in my mind at all I want to do is comfort Eri like she deserves - but I’m hesitant in being unsure of how to showcase my true intentions. Do I like this girl? I think so. Do I regret the kiss we shared? No. Can we at least be friends? I wouldn’t want to lose her. Do I care at the fact her makeup is ruined? Not at all but I’m hoping to respect her wishes. The gentle sounds of sobbing and tears falling cause my heart to clench. My stomach starts to twist and churn uncomfortably. I can tell that everything she’s spilt out has been harder than she expected which makes me bite my tongue at the fact I want to be sure that any word which comes from me is thought about - proper - caring. “Look… I..”, I manage to pathetically get out after scratching the back of my neck; my hand slowly finding it’s way to her back where I rub gently between Eri’s shoulders; afraid that the touch may break her. “Friends I can do - I mean… you’re, you’re a special girl from what I’ve learnt about you so far and it would be a shame to lose you.” Just as  I exhale about to further explain, or better still trip over my own words and fall into a web of awkwardness that I’ll strangle myself with, Eriko’s name is called out by an unfamiliar voice which follows a knock at her door. “Should I—-”, I enquire yet Eri seems to have already bet me to what I was about to say, pushing herself up onto her feet to rush straight over and half hide behind the door as she opens it; allowing me to catch a glimpse of someone I haven’t seen before standing on the other side. Rikiya’s POV On my way over; the simple thought of Eri I just couldn’t shake - was she ignoring me because she didn’t want to see me? Was what Shinichi mentioned true? Her father wasn’t fond of me? Kicking at the ground during my walk after I was able to weasel an address out of my friend who just didn’t seem to even want to give in to the slight begging I was prepared to lower myself down to - frustration pulsed through my every nerve unsure of what would happen; what could happen - what I should think or do. Stopping a few times across the college campus I wasn’t entirely familiar with, I snapped and broke  a few flowers, mostly roses and lavender which formed a bright red and purple pretty bouquet. It wasn’t much, but even the thought of giving flowers to a girl made me blush. Arriving at the address I was given, it’s a swift knock at the door which comes out a little more overconfident than expected as I call out the name of the girl who’s been consuming my thoughts for the last few days. “Eri!” Within seconds the door is answered and I can sense the animosity of which I’m about to step into. There’s another guy in her apartment already - my back straightens a little at the idea of another man consuming her attention but I try not to let it get to me. He’s possibly just a friend. He’s possibly more. Maybe someone she’s known for a lifetime. I don’t know and I don’t plan on jumping to conclusions like most people do. “I’ll give you two some space but, Eri - text me the details for this charity ball you mentioned earlier.” The words and not so subtle way of fleeing without a goodbye from the other guy causes my face to contort with a half scowl and half eyebrow raise as he slips his way out past me. Everything seems to have overwhelmed the younger girl and caused her to spill her emotions out in silent sobs which instantly kick in some kind of protective instinct I have; dropping the flowers I collected onto the small table by the front door, and as hesitant as Eri seems to want to play and be, eventually pulling her into my chest. “You ok?” Unintentionally what I saw seems to make her sob a little and my hold around her tightens as she buries her face into my chest. “Why are you crying babe? You’re going to ruin that beautiful face of yours.” Stepping back to create some space between us; I crouch down a little to look at her face to face and wipe her eyes dry. No tears will be falling on my watch - unless of course they’re tears of joy. “Babe - what happened? Am I hurting someone? Was it the guy who just left? I swear - if he hurt you.” Eri’s reaction is further fueled by sobs and whimpers and eventually the smallest chuckle that she tries to hide. Rubbing his back and playing with the ends of her hair, I whisper that I’m here for her and that she doesn’t have to talk until she’s ready. Whether it took 15 minutes, 15 hours of 15 days I’d be more than willing to wait.

Shunichiro'a POV

After being in my arms for more or less half an hour, Midori and I eventually head back to her dorm where Eriko and Toshiaki are nowhere to be found. Midi has ordered me to wait on the couch while she goes change, a quiet tune hangs in the air as she hums quietly. She’s excited and this makes me excited too and a bit nervous. Wiggling in the couch, the scent of flowers drifts past my nose and I smile when she stands shyly in front of me with a mini yellow dress.

“I hope this is okay,” she says quietly.

“Fits you perfectly.” The feel of her nervous breath against my skin makes me grins, next we’re out the door and everything else happens in a flurry.

Her mess of dark hair being played with, fingers hesitating and trembling as they gently brush across her smooth cheeks and shoulder. I keep fidgeting in my seat, closing the gap between us and pushing myself onto Midori’s sweet tasting lips. I never realize how much I longed for this simple contact that’s filled with such innocence, one not yet stained by lust or desire.

Midori has been blushing this whole time, I could feel her cheeks burn up and it only results me to scoot closer with more kisses till our food eventually arrive and interrupt our inseparable bond.

It’s a little after seven, and on a Thursday night no less, the place is still packed. Mostly patrons surrounding the bar and few couples by the window seats. It never ceases to amaze me how passionate Midi is when it comes to food, dessert, pizza and beer that’s all it takes to crack a smile from my girl. “I’m so glad you two drop by the library,” I chuckle as Midi takes a big bite on her pizza, sighing dreamily (over a pizza!)

“Oh me too.” She replies with her mouth full and quickly covers her lips, “I hope things work out in their end too.”

I nod, knowing that’s easier said than done. Eriko may want to change but changing the fundamental is almost impossible or else life lesson itself wouldn’t be that valuable. Most important of all, Toshiaki has experience enough pain for a life time, once was quite enough.

“I can’t believe we almost blow this over.”

And that’s when Midi pauses, almost hesitantly puts her food down and cups my cheeks in her shaky palms. Now, my heart literally fly to the moon and back, and swell up so much in my chest like it would burst any second.

Losing myself completely in Midori’s grip, everything replay in slow motion- how we met; the awkward double date; her overly drunken (but very sexy) state; our first fight and now here we are.

There is no rush. It feels natural, like she and I are meant to be.

“So Midori, would you be my girlfriend?”

Eriko’s POV

It’s definitely taken more than 15 minutes for me to calm down, I take a deep breath as the last of my tears dried up. Rikiya has been a sweetheart, listening to my hysterical crying and sobbing over another guy. I couldn’t quite recall my exact words but they surely wouldn’t be nice for him to hear with something along the lines of:

“He doesn’t want me.”

“He hates me, he must hate me more now.”

“He kissed me, I poured my heart out and he didn’t even tell me how he feels. Friends, he could do friends?”

“I’m soooo stupid!!! I’m just some dirty slut ..”

“STOP! ERI!”

A warm gentle touch on my cheeks is seriously dangerous, Rikiya’s caring tone and intoxicating scent is far too tempting for me to handle. He deserves better, so does Toshiaki, they all do. People like me don’t get appreciated, we are disposable, replaceable and easily forgotten.

“Eri, don’t cry over a guy who doesn’t see the real you. You are perfect the way you are. It’s his lost, not yours.”

It would be so much easier to let go, to fall into a set of strong arms or being melted into sweet kisses and irresistible touches. Lust doesn’t solve it all but it could numb my pain, it would be so much easier and familiar yet I find myself stepping back, keeping distance and choose a hot bath over intimacy.

“Thanks for the flowers, they’re lovely.”

The distant calling of my name and not so gentle slaps on my cheeks bring me back to my senses, lying on the bathroom floor, looking at an extremely worried and breathless Rikiya, wait why am I naked again?

“Babe! Thank God, you’re okay! You scared the shit out of me! Eri, who fell asleep in the bath! That’s it princess, you are not leaving my sight!!”

In one swift motion, I’m lifted up and allowing myself to be lost in Rikiya’s arms. I’m tired, exhausted from crying. I hardly cry and I certainly don’t like wasting tears on men, draining my energy and pride over one guy is enough. It’s easier this way, to be cared, appreciated, spoiled and loved by Rikiya- the bad boy in everyone’s eyes but the knight in shining armour in mine.

For once, I’m sharing my bed with a guy who lays next to me all night long with only his arms wrapping around me, simply being here for me like he has promised.

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Glory Days Part 26 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Rikiya’s POV “No; look - you need to do what you just mentioned. Focus on the study, not on guys. You just said so yourself.”

A morning on the basketball court spent alone practising shots is enough - at least I think, to clear my head from any remains of curiosity or guilt which had seemed to start trying to swarm inside and take over my thoughts. A defeated huff and sigh vibrates against my lips everytime the ball barely scrapes going in to the hoop. The repetitive sound of every bounce making me feel a little less empty. Making me feel not as bad about the fact I declined politely to be the date of a girl who isn’t sure of the own thoughts she has in her head for a night I perfectly well know she could easily a date for – she seems to have men wrapped around her little finger. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so uninterested with a basketball in hand.” The comment from Shinichi who walks over with his hands up indicating that I should toss the ball in his direction earns nothing more than a heavy eyeroll as I continue to focus just on myself. Perhaps every now and again it’s ok to be engrossed and a little selfish - even if this means leaving a woman with tears in her eyes because it’s for the best - regardless of whether they were real or sympathetic. “How did everything go last night?” “Eh…” My bestfriends questions are met with a grunt which translates to wanting the subject to be dropped. He has a cocky smile on his face which a small part of me wants to wipe straight off but I fully well know that if I were in his position I’d be doing the same. Talk about hypocrisy. “You might not hear from Eri for a while - she’s focusing on studies.” This time it’s a not so subtle chuckle that escapes him, and I too; can’t help but want to laugh. “We’ll see…” Toshiaki’s POV Walking out again just as things start to get heated and complicated seems to be a default setting that I have mastered the full sphere of. I hate myself for doing so, yet have no intentions of letting my guard down enough to have someone crawl in to just messing around with my head and emotions - disposing me when they feel as if they’ve had enough or worst still throwing me into a situation that I can’t handle or am not ready for. Tired and irate - I let myself into the dorm, flopping down onto the nearest bed I find, just wanting something soft to consume me and possibly swallow me whole - ignoring the fact I’ve disturbed what seems to have been a long-awaited, steamy make-out session. “Kijima?” My name being addressed to me earns nothing more than about of silence as from the corner of my eye I notice Shun push Midori away ready to talk and the younger girl apprehensively rolls her eyes. I’m unsure of why there’s even a hostility between the both of us yet she seems to not want to back down with whatever impression or thought she has of me and I have no intention of doing so either. “What has she done this time?”, Midori asks - her words met with only a sideways glance. It’s Shunichiro though that speaks up and asks to want to know a little more; amongst the two of them not giving up, talking things out aloud seems like the only option and one that might not be the worst thing in the world. “She told me she liked me – and that she has feelings for someone else. Then she started crying, then made the assumption that I hated her. She degraded herself within seconds and then…”, I trail off, folding my arms behind my head and biting my bottom lip, “..she’s confusing and manipulating and interesting all at the same time and I have no fucking idea on what to do.” “Well if you want her to like you, it’s simple - just get between her legs.” The moment which Midori makes me grind my teeth but I can’t help but notice a trend here. I met the girl after she crashed through the dorm door practically attached to Yukihisa. She’s mentioned having feelings for another guy - then there’s me; how many others could there possibly be? “Midori you’re not helping.” “Look Shun if he wants the truth I’m not going to lie to him.” I’m a little taken aback that my half confession of what’s gone on has caused a small bicker to start between the lovebirds of which I unintentionally interrupted the privacy of. Maybe their bickering though will put things into perspective for me. “Tosihaki, I’ve already given you my opinion on Eriko and I still stand by it. I’m friends with her but I don’t approve of her life choices. If you want yourself added to a long and seemingly never-ending list of men that she digs her claws into and then tosses aside the moment another then by all means just slide yourself into bed with her.” Great - an argument with a woman; just what the doctor, who doesn’t seem to be around tonight, ordered. “What’s your problem with Eriko? You really seem to have a chip on your shoulder about her lately.” “My problem?”, Midori asks, her voice higher pitched and I can already tell she’s irate, “I don’t have a problem - I just don’t see how everyone has managed to get put under her little spell and fall so easily for her at the click of her fingers!” A subtle exchange of ‘I have to go’ followed by ‘I’ll talk to you in the morning’ is exchanged amongst the two I’m third-wheeling and Midori leaves without saying another word. The door is slammed shut as she makes her exit and I roll over; facing the wall whilst lying on the bed; wishing the last few weeks would just restart over. If only there was a button we could all press once we’d had enough. Hearing the tv switch on at the other side of the room, I rub over my knuckles - wondering if the cuts and bruises I earned the other night from Maki are really worth anything and suppress a sigh. I wonder if things would be different if 'she’ was still around. “Shun…”, I call out quietly, surprised to get a response, “..you up for a drink?” Midori’s POV I wake up in the dorm alone - surprisingly getting use to the unfamiliarity of quiet mornings. The brilliant mood I’d been in for a majority of yesterday before by night having turned sour I’m still in; the multitude of missed calls and texts on my phone from people I’m not ready to yet face filled me with dread. Mother - Father - Hirose - Shunichiro - Co-worker, someone from a study group - Yukihisa for some reason, Eriko… Deciding to go through them one by one, I hit redial on the last name that shows up and yawn, wondering if she’ll answer. It doesn’t take too long for the call to connect. “….. you rang?”, I enquire, stretching my arms up above my head as I pin the phone between my ear and shoulder, ready for some kind of long and winding story, “I ran into Toshi last night - by the sounds of it something’s going on between the two of you?”

Shunichiro POV (previous night)

Midori clearly isn’t fond of Toshiaki or the fact that another guy is being wrapped around Eriko’s fingers only irritates her more, on top of having our first make-out session cut off after I’ve reassured her that we have the room all to ourselves.

But you don’t turn down a drink when the sober friend proposes it, so bringing out my personal stash of brandy and vodka, preparing to listen to his side of the story.  

"She cried her eyes out and told me she likes me.” Toshi takes a slow sip, staring blankly at the glass like he’s picturing her. “And I’m confused at how easily she has feelings for someone else. But she said she’s taken your advice and be honest. She said she wasn’t asking me to be her boyfriend, thinking that I hate her then ask if we could at least be friends. So I told her the truth, I could be friends with her.“

With a scoff escape my lips, Toshi steals a glance at me before shutting his eyes in distress. "I know, that’s stupid. I sat there and told her we could be friends, watch her break down then flee as soon as the other guy showed up!”

Shaking my head and letting out a long sigh, I have warned Eriko not to mess with this one though I appreciate her attempt of improvement, people don’t change overnight and she’s simply too complicated for him to handle.

“Look, my friend. If you are not sure whether you like her or not, take some time and get to know her. Look pass that cheeky smile and ask yourself if you’d accept her dramatic lifestyle. Don’t go asking someone to change for you, she will want to grow up and be a better person when the time comes but if you don’t want to sit around and wait for it to happen, then just be friends but make sure you could stand by her side and watch her in someone else’s arms.”

Downing the rest of his drink in one go, Toshi fills it up again. “How do you know you really like Midori? You two just met! Maybe it won’t last? …. She could be really mean…”

“I just know.” Simple as that, I wish there’s a better answer for him but my heart tells me it’s her. “We’re getting to know one another but I’m not the type to walk away from my girl, whatever it is I’m sure we could work it out.”

Knowing my answer isn’t giving the satisfaction or certainty that Toshiaki is seeking, I pour more into his empty glass.

“Toshi, Midori was telling you her pattern but I do believe that Eriko already likes you. I think it’s you who need to figure out what it is that you really want or if she’s worth it for you to risk being hurt.”

Eriko’s POV (Back to next day, study session with Shuichi)

After two hours of grilling, I for once feel one step further away from failing. Buying the new stranger a cup of coffee is the least I could do though it may give him some kind of wrong impression that I’m interested or trying to extend this unusual encounter.

“Can I see you again?”

This isn’t the way I want it to turn out though I can’t say I’m surprised, “Well, I’m looking for a tutor, how much do you charge?”

The half jokingly invitation may not be what the new stranger has in mind but I thought to get the message out sooner than later.

“Coffee and cake each time we’re here and date for the ball this Friday.”

Hmm guys sure are persistent these days or it is men primal instincts not to take rejection well. “Look, I’m trying to focus on my study no boys no parties no distractions. You seem like a nice guy and I really need help with my study so please don’t bail on me cuz I’m not available.”

Hishikura lets out a sigh, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses. “People don’t say no to you, do they?”

“Nope.” I smirk at him, proud of what I’ve just done and head back to my new home alone. Keeping my newly rejected experiences all to myself until Midi returns my call.

“Oh I just had two guys rejected me in the last 24 hours and I studied straight for 2 freaking hours. I should be exhausted, miserable but I just turned down a guy who is still willing to be friends and helps me out so I’m proud and peachy!”

The 20 minutes walk seems much shorter talking to Midi which we have not done in forever, “Hey by the way, I owe you an apology for the other night. Sorry, I got you into troubles. I am trying to stay sober, key word is trying here so make sure to slap me in the face if I try to get drunk or throw myself at some guy who I don’t even know the name of, k?”

Surprisingly finding a tall familiar figure waiting outside my door, I tell Midi something has come up and we’ll definitely need to meet up soon. So much for wanting some alone time and dramatic free life. “Hey,” I manage a smile effortlessly, the perks of growing up in wealthy families, you learn to fake expression at a young age. “What are you doing here?”

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Voltage Island Part 1 (Multi Canons x OCs Dating)

Fandom: KBTBB / IM / ASA / FILA Category: Drama / Fluff / Smut / Angst?

Character: Eisuke (33) / Ota (27) / Yukihisa (36) / Shunichiro (36) / Rikiya (32) / Aki (26) 

OC:Eriko (31) / Katie (21) / Jazz (28) / Pippa (28) / Kara (30) / Joanne (24) Previously on Voltage Island:6 pairs of gorgeous potential couples standing in the pool about to get to know each other. 

1st Round Pairing:  Eisuke x Eri Ota x Katie Rikiya x Kara  Yuki x Jazz Shun x Pippa Aki x Joanne

Notes: After a glimpse of the reality TV show Love Island and given how ridiculously hilarious it is, I cannot resist doing one with Voltage men for my own entertainment purpose. Basically just a bunch of guys and chicks who wear swimwear all day in a mansion, doing nothing but drama and have the audience vote them off one at a time, oh and they’re here to find love or whatever. So in my case numbers of Voltage canons and OCs, if you find this fun and want to add your personalize oc, inbox me as readers could definitely vote who they want off the Island, that’s if I could still bother with it ;)

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Prologue

Part 1

Jazz can’t decide what’s more stupid, being talked into and trapped on an island full of hotties she isn’t attracted to or trying to start a conversation with one of them.

Yukihisa Maki sure is handsome but that grin of his that yells I know what you’re thinking is clearly irritating because he has no idea what’s on Jazz’s mind.

“You’re thinking what a mistake this is and how much you want to get out of here?”

Jazz glances sideways before she’d even put her poker face on, with her lips parted for merely a few good seconds she bites her bottom lip and hears Yukihisa finishing the rest of his prediction.

“At least we are on the same page. My company told me to be here and here I’m, staring at all these beautiful women and supposedly treat them as meat like the audience expect me to.”

“The result is already obvious so if you’d like to win and be the one standing beside me, tell me what you’d offer me.”

Eriko scoffs and tosses her head to the side a bit. “I’ve heard that you’re arrogant but god, you are delusional.” “Isn’t it obvious that I’d win?” “Sorry for being slow but how is it obvious, Mr. Ichinomiya?” Eisuke takes a sip of his red wine, “Because I’m the best and I always win.” “Oh I’m going to love the look on your handsome face when you lose,” Eriko smirks at Eisuke, the one thing he often does when he provokes people, something he isn’t quite used to when it’s the other way round.   “So you agree I’m good looking.” It takes him a moment to react but confident nonetheless.

“Yeah, you’re classified into the good-looking category.” She says casually, eyes now wandering to the pairs next to her. “Classified? So I’m not good looking by your standard?”

“You are good looking, so is Tachibana but it just does nothing for me. Pippa though is another story, the poor girl is basically paralyzed.” Her brows raised and lips curled with a hint of mischief while her hands play with the water, it helps to keep her warm at night.

Ota and Katie nearly fuck click on spot, all their likes and dislikes revolve around sex. Their hands touching under water and their eyes meet, vivid sparks flying between them. She likes his confidence but couldn’t deny the attraction to his pretty face and fame, and he’s delighted to hear her preferences and kinks in such early stage- that makes thing so much easier.

Within 10 minutes of their first encounter, the two are the first to leave the pool. Not caring for the rest to see as they walk hand in hand and disappear into the mansion, they haven’t made it far. Katie takes liberty and pushes Ota into a bathroom downstairs, her fingers already tangling his blonde hair and pulling his lips onto hers, searching for the needs to satisfy her sexual needs. 

He seems pleased with his choice as his hands quickly sliding down to her hips with lips hastily sucking her neck. The show definitely sees this coming as boxes of condoms are just within reach, Ota eagerly pulls his swimming shorts down and rolls on the plastic before he eases into her. 

Katie closes her eyes, enjoying herself. “Fuck you feel good!” Ota grits his teeth, pumping into her hard and fast. He unties her bikini and watches her tits bounce gloriously as he continues to pound her. Animalistic urges overtake his mind as he grips onto her hips as tight as possible. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back while her moans give him the motivation to thrust deeper. “Oh, are you close?”

The young model couldn’t even talk, feeling unbelievably horny and heated. She tightens her legs and bucks her hips more, allowing her sex to flutter around the delicious cock that she never wants to release.

“But the night is long.” Ota teases and stops, gazing into her begging eyes. “Let’s get back out there, we have more friends to make.” He lifts her chin and nibbles her ear, “Who knows, maybe some are into orgy.”

Each pair seems to be going well apart from Joanne who is finding it hard to keep the conversation going with Aki which is abnormal. Everyone adores her, her friends, co-workers, even strangers. So why is he so cold or is he just shy?

The pastry shop’s owner is waiting for next round, his next lady of the night. Joanne seems friendly, yes but she just isn’t his type. Long hair, curvy, chatty and a plus size. He admires her confidence, sure but not when she constantly pulls down her swimsuits and shows more of that cleavage of hers that’s impossible to miss. He finds it revolting as if men only care about that, the kind of stereotype he despires more when it comes from a woman whether it’s intentional or not.

His eyes begin to set on another woman, he has often preferred women than girls. Less predictable and dramatic, more experienced in life and general. Appreciate his effort and hard work far more than praising his appearances and wanting to get to know the real him though he is reluctant to share.

He’s captivated by a smile, a genuine kind from the heart and he wonders just what sort of joke is the high school teacher- Rikiya making for he would love to see her smiles like that.

Ladies and gentlemen, the first round is coming to an end. Please take a seat around the fire pit and the girls would choose their next date for tomorrow.

NOTES: Feedback welcome, as well as which other canons you wish to see or who to vote off and if you want your oc on Voltage Island then don’t be shy! ANYTHING could happen, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that happens on Voltage Island stays in Voltage Island. 

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Voltage Island Prologue (Multi Canons x OCs Dating)

Fandom: KBTBB / IM / ASA / FILA Category: Drama / Fluff / Smut / Angst?

Character: Eisuke (33) / Ota (27) / Yukihisa (36) / Shunichiro (36) / Rikiya (32) / Aki (26) OC: Eriko (31) / Katie (21) / Jazz (28) / Pippa (28) / Kara (30) / Joanne (24) Notes: After a glimpse of the reality TV show Love Island and given how ridiculously hilarious it is, I cannot resist doing one with Voltage men for my own entertainment purpose. Basically just a bunch of guys and chicks who wear swimwear all day in a mansion, doing nothing but drama and have audience vote them off one at a time, oh and they’re here to find love or whatever. So in my case numbers of Voltage canons and OCs, if you find this fun and want to add your personalize oc, inbox me as readers could definitely vote who they want off the Island, that’s if I could still bother with it ;)

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Prologue

Six tall and slender men in their swim shorts marching from the grand entrance to the 5 meters enormous pool, sitting themselves down on the deck nearby with one blonde helping himself and begins tending drinks while the rest quickly introduce themselves.

“This place is fucking huge, Eisuke.” The boy smirks and puts his wavy brownish-orange hair out of the way, placing six glasses on the bench.

“Guess they really like rubbing money in peoples face, huh?” The auburn hair eyes widen to the huge pool while Eisuke Inchinomiya shrugs in response.

“The place is okay, could have found a better interior designer but not as bad as I expect it to be.”

The pool has blue water that sparkles in the sun, the one with pale skin and short, black hair gazes down at his wavy reflection, giving in to the luxurious temptation and jumps right in. After a few lazy strokes, he emerges from the water, shaking that gorgeous hair of his to the side of his face as his pale skin glistens with tiny water droplets, sliding down his toned chest. 

The two older men watches from the stools with cocktails in hands, wondering just why on earth they’re invited here.

“It is good publicity for the firm.” Says the man with neck length hair while his friend on the right questions with his brows raised.

“Yes for you and the firm maybe, I’m an in house doctor. Or is that why I’m here, as a doctor?”

The dark hair man shurgs, “Or your image just fits the show.”

“Oh my image?” The doctor chuckles, “Sure I’m the one who would fuck any woman with her legs spread open, aren’t I?”

“Are you not though?”

“Does it matter? The audience doesn’t care, I don’t even have a route, no back story no nothing, I’m just a sexy pervert.”

“Who seems awfully happy about this situation more than anyone?” The man finishes his drink and politely asks the blonde boy for a refill.

“I’m not exactly a bartender, just so you know.” The pretty boy combs his hair in irritation but refills the empty glass anyway before finding his quiet and arrogant looking friend who’s now sitting by the corner on his own.

“Free drinks, free food, hot chicks well lack of privacy but hey the hot chicks pay off, I suppose.”

The two older men share a sly grin and continue drinking, the boy in the pool has now swam to the edge.

“Hey, I’m Aki and you are?”

“Rikiya Mononobe, how’re you approached?” The older and taller man puts his feet down into the cool water and makes a new friend.

“They said it would bring me more customers for my pastry shop and a chance for finding love.”

A dry mocking scoff escapes from the man sitting by the pool with his hands stretching behind his back, letting out a loud yawn. “Sure love exists with 12 strangers trap in a freaking mansion and sleeping in the same room.”

Meanwhile six girls in similar heights await inside the mansion, some with their eyes rolled and annoyed while two are overly excited but a particular girl pacing around the glass sliding door anxiously, fully aware and uncomfortable in her bikini that’s provided by the producers.

“What’s your name?” The shortest woman with blonde and beautiful long hair asks.

“Pippa.” The girl pushes her glasses up on the bridge of her nose and soon crosses her arms over her chest. “Why are you girls allowed one piece swimsuit and I have to wear this?”

“Because we are the older women and you three are the young hot and sexy ones.” Another woman in black strappy onesies that’s clearly showing off her sides and flat stomach joins the conversation.

“How old are you three?” Pippa takes a step away from the other two girls in bikini and stands closer to the other three.

“31.” The one in black immediately says follows by the woman in white who is 30 and the blonde who’s 28.

“I’m 28 too why am I …” Pippa bites her bottom lips and lowers her voice, “categorized with them?”

“Welcome to stereotype baby.” The one in white low cut lace and backless one piece plays with her ponytail and puts a hand out, “I’m Kara by the way.”

The blonde in yellow is called Jazz while the one in black is Eriko.

With instructions coming from their phones as signals, the two youngest girls open the sliding door and rush outside to finally meet the golden boys while the other four walk hands in hands and see just what on earth they’ve gotten themselves into.

Eriko is the first to swear, “Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me!” She keeps her mumbling to minimal as everyone starts picking a spot by the pool.

Choosing the far left corner of the pool, right opposite Eisuke Inchinomiya who also comes from a wealthy family like her but mainly because Eriko would avoid talking to her other three acquaintances from college at all cost, she bets someone has tipped the show off and invites Shunichiro, Yukihisa and Rikiya on purpose, without exchanging a single word to the men on the other side of the pool, the woman who’s in charge of one of the largest clothing brand in Japan is already getting a tremendous headache.

Pippa who’s previously covering herself up is now sitting next to Eriko, totally captivated by Shunichiro’s charms and gentleman like smiles. The Creative Director of Addison & Rhodes rises his cocktail and winks at the clearly overwhelmed 28 year old whose heart is about to burst right open.

Next to Pippa, sits Jazz the pretty blonde who’s trying her best not to roll her eyes at the choices of men across the pool, the event planner who’s always too busy for dating is now seriously doubting her friend and supervisor at work who talks her into this joke. Scanning the men in few seconds, she decides to sit opposite Yukihisa, simply because he seems to be the least annoying and most mature one, judging by the looks he should be in his mid 30s and Jazz prays that they could at least hold a proper conversation.

Kara who has just turned 30 last week takes a seat next to Jazz purely bases on her impression earlier, never once consider the choice of seat would affect her next step. The auburn hair nods at her before stealing a not so oblivious glance at Eriko.

The 21 year old half Japanese half Brazilian part time model Katie flashes her eyes at the angelic blonde artist while the larger figure in red bikinis Joanne sits herself down at the right corner of the pool and sets her eyes on Aki the pastry shop owner who’s still unintentionally shaking water out of his wavy hair.

To put it ever so nicely- the first one on one getting to know each other session is about to begin with half the girls who are more than ready to fall in love while this remains the start of a complete disaster for the rest.

Let the dating begin, here on Voltage Island.

Writer Notes: Feedback welcome but be warned that this may discontinue at any time. And yes, canons and OCs shall be changed from time to time, if you’d like a say or vote, inbox me no guarantee though.

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Glory Days Part 14 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Eriko’s POV

The lights of the pool combines with the moonlight, making the moon reflect off of the surface of the pool. Amazed at Rikiya’s choice of location with the stars up above- a rare view in Tokyo city.

“I was in quite a lot of trouble last night.” I state, smiling at the sight of the half naked Rikiya who shrugs and asks what’s more harm can be done then?! Shaking my head at an answer that I agree internally and the fact that the pool does look very tempting- so does the hot boy from a rival college.

Turning around, my shirt and shorts are off in no time, showing the pink bra and matching panties to the new “friend” I’ve met just hours ago. Looking over my shoulder, I see a shade of pink on his cheeks but his confident eyes meet mine and I unhook my bra with a grin before wiggling my bum for the panties to fall off.

It feels good when the tension leaves my body once I dive into the water. Suddenly the thought of Midi comes to mind, maybe I should text to let her know I’ll be late but then again she probably doesn’t care.

I miss being in the water, fluid and more confident in the water than I do standing on two feet though again hardly anyone knows, not like they care about what I like or dislike. Eriko Sato is forever the filthy rich sexy chicks who does what she wants and sleeps with whoever pleases her. Half the time I see no point explaining, and I shouldn’t need to but every now and then it still gets under my skin- like Toshiaki has.

Lying back stretched out on the water’s surface as it slides past me, Rikiya moves around in the water and floats next to me. “You know this is actually quite nice, it’s dark and quiet.”

“Glad that you approve.” He whispers against my ear with the full moonlight shining on us as he slides his hand into mine the second time of the night.

“Thank you, Rikiya this is really nice.”

In one swift motion, he gets on his feet with our hands still in link and offers a new challenge. “The loser will take the winner out on a date.”

I giggle and begin a water splashing fight, “You’re that eager to take me on a second date huh?”

“Oh no girl, I’m just giving you a shot to thank me.”

“You are on, Mr. Mononobe. Freestyle to the other side and don’t cry when you lose.”

I couldn’t wait, my arms and legs itch from my yearn of diving and resurfacing in water, the feeling of cool water warning me up, cleaning my head and occasionally the thrill of competing. Being the one who touches the edge of the other side of pool, I tilt my head to the side and smirk without telling the boy that I was in the swim team since the age of six.

“You better be ready for a date, Mr. Mononobe.”

Pulling me in close with my breasts pressing against his bare chest, our lips connect soon with hands all over each other till I’m out of breath. “I really want to but not tonight, it’s been a longggg day.”

“I am in no rush, Ms. Eriko Sato and I’m ready to explore all sides of you.”

Ryoichi Hirose’s POV

I recognize that back anywhere, “Hey, what are you doing here?”

The startled brunette spins around and glares at me with her forever beautiful green eyes, “Hi… roses?!! Why are you here!”

There will never be a day when I could hold a laugh at her reaction, simple minded and easy to read, just as innocence as the day we met. “Oh we are in surname basis now?”

God, she still looks so adorable when she’s annoyed and rolls her eyes while chewing her lips. “I work here as a guest lecturer but what are you doing in a boys dorm wearing an obvious male shirt?! How come you never wore my shirts the morning after huh?”

Midori’s POV Work here? Guest lecturer? Male shirt? Morning after? The events which have made up the last 48 hours of my life do not prepare me for the man I’ve just run into - the ex-boyfriend from hell who still manages to get under my skin and cause me to blush and fluster even though I haven’t seen him in months. I’m feeling as if it’d be appropriate right now to cry a little or hold my breath until I faint but I don’t plan on giving Ryoichi the satisfaction of either reaction. “I’m.. I’m um, here to see someone”, I manage to pluck out of my vocabulary, “I got locked out of my dorm and a friend came to mind. For some help.” It’s a horrific cocktail mix of nervousness, frustration and tiredness that over comes me. Resting against the boys dorm door, I grab the hem of the shirt that I’m in and pull it down a little more so it conceals the dignity I still have even though I’m aware that Ryoichi has seen me in a lot less than what I’m wearing and knock hoping for an answer. “For the record Hirose - your shirts were always flung to the other side of the room; you never gave me a chance to leave your side for more than a few seconds to grab one and slip into it.” What I’ve said brings a sly smirk to his lips which I haven’t seen in a while and have the biggest urge to slap right off yet there’s no opportunity to do so as he steps in closer, invading my personal space. There’s a wicked aroma of tobacco and aftershave which eludes from him which causes an unexpected spark I hoping never to experience again to ignite in my chest. Biting my tongue, Ryoichi allows himself to tuck some hair behind my ear and my eyes shoot down to his lips which are a little close - twisting and contorting as if he’s about to get ready to say something yet he’s abruptly stopped by the sound of the door behind me opening. Rikiya’s POV The day’s been great - an ever so still slightly wet Eri even though I offered her my shirt to dry herself off with is walking close by my side and I am making the most of sideways glances every now and again to sneak a peek of the way her her shirt sticks against her skin, faintly showing the outline of her bra. “You’re gorgeous.” What I’ve uttered comes out without a filter yet I figure that with a comment like that a filter I don’t need. The peach blush which etches along her cheeks  is just too adorable. Stopping dead in my tracks, Eri takes a half step forward head of me without realising and I reach out to grab her wrist, twisting her round and pulling her in towards me, planting the softest of kisses against her lips. Eri’s hands glide quickly up my chest and I pull away, hearing the smallest groan escape her. “Mhmm, anymore kisses and I won’t be able to leave you tonight.” “Well perhaps that’s the intention Rikiya”, Eri tells me with a giggle. “I thought today had been too long for you - that’s why we’re cutting this night short here?” The way Eri licks her lips and stutters as she tries to come up with some kind of quick response answer doesn’t last long enough for me to fully appreciate as I swoop in and kiss her again to keep her silent. How she smiles into the kiss is just too sweet. “So argh… I guess we’re here.” Stopping a little away from the dormitory entry, I pull Eri into a close hug - kissing the top of her head and slide my hands down her back, onto her hips - slip my fingers into the back pocket of her shorts and pull out her phone; texting myself so that I’ve got her number. “Not cool Rikiya”, Eri pouts, snatching the phone off of me, and I can’t help but chuckle at her reaction. “No - but it was smooth, at least admit that.” Another kiss that I’m happy to let myself melt into temporarily, marks the end of our night and the start of my rather long walk across town back home.   Toshiaki’s POV I’ve been upstairs knocking at Eri’s dorm door for a while now; figuring she wasn’t home - or possibly not in the mood to see me, I retreat downstairs, about to leave when a sight I’m not expecting greets me. Eriko - another guy - lips locked - her careless giggle. I figure my company right now isn’t what she’ll want to see. About to leave - it’s a startled “What are you doing here?” that takes a bite from me - eating away slowly. “I um..”, I scratch the back of my neck, sighing, “I just wanted to see if you were up to hang or spend some time together or something but I guess - with another guy in the picture you don’t or won’t have time for me.”