#hiyorix2

[secondchildcomplex-blog]

Hiyori x2

@ayakoris

Classes! Were boring! He didn’t liked them! Of course he was doing great -as expected from his perfect memory and amazing skill! He was so blessed after all~ But that didn’t made them any less boring.

The sun falling in golden diagonal lines, the bright light reached his eyes as he walked down the hall. A hand lifted up to cover his face, he turned around towards the blue sky.

Hiyori!

Someone called and he couldn’t help but turn around to see who was it, calling his name in such a casual way. Yet, as soon as he did so, he noticed the owner of the voice had stopped in front of a brown haired girl and was talking with her. Was her the one he had addressed? Was she also Hiyori as himself?

Then this must be some kind of destiny! An alliance of Hiyoris must be done! And of course, himself, the one on the higher standing, would be the leader of this alliance!

So he strutted his way towards, like a princess walking on her castle. Hiyori’s -the girl hiyori’s- companion left before he would have arrived -not that it would matter, since he would have started talking even if that interrupted any sort of conversation- and the purple eyes of her met with the purple eyes of him.

    “Hello! I happened to notice your name is Hiyori! Just like me! I believe an alliance is in place! I’m Hiyori. Tomoe Hiyori! Boy Hiyori! Rich Hiyori! World famous idol Hiyori! What Hiyori are you?”

[secondchildcomplex-blog]

"3, 2, 1..." (gimme that hiyori²)

SEND “3, 2, 1…” FOR A NEW YEAR’S KISS FROM MY MUSE

Just as he thought his night would be ruined by being forced into a party he didn’t wanted to assist to, his eyes met a familiar face and figure. Wasn’t this his companion Hiyori? The girl Hiyori, today looking almost as pretty as himself all groomed and wrapped in a dress.

Suddenly he didn’t cared so much about the party, as he cared about being able to talk with her. To speak with her. To steal her away from the party, because honestly, who cares about such a thing?

So he spent the night by her side, and the moment her guard lowered -she said she wasn’t all that good dancing, and that was a good excuse wasn’t it? Because she probably didn’t wanted to be seen, and he wanted to escape these many eyes.

      “I’ll teach you how~ Just let the great Hiyori guide you along~”

He held her from the wrist and pulled her out of the party. If he were more manly like Nagisa or Jun-kun he might have been able to lift her as a princess and jump into the garden, but being himself and no other, he instead guided her between laughs and little dancing steps, down the stairs and into the garden.

The silence felt good… even the biting cold felt good. Oh, if he was cold, she had to be much colder -considering how light her dress was- so he quickly took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders.

     “My princess~ Give me your hand, and rest your other hand in my shoulder. Today i shall teach you some ballroom dance!”

He wrapped her in the respective hold, not even allowing her to say a thing or protest, and started to dance very slowly. Mindful of her struggle, he made slow yet rhythmic steps, his own body guiding her along through their connected hands.

Time flew and soon, the end of the year came. A gentlemanly smile, he echoed the countdown that came from the place of the party. And just as time started to shrink, he leaned closer to her face. She didn’t pulled away so he moved closer… lips pressed against her forehead.

     “Happy New Year, Hiyori. Girl Hiyori, strong and determined Hiyori, my princess Hiyori”