#kisumshi.

[3katanas]

@kisumshi asked:   "I don't care who sees me naked!" Haru dhsjk

There weren't many things that could distract him from his training, the shouted words from a white and black-haired male who came storming into the outdoor training area, utterly naked, however as one of them. Frozen in place, his bokken halted halfway through a swing he was unable to move in time to not see the sight before him and learning that the guy's strange hair color was.....natural.

Blinking for a long moment from the shock of the sudden intrusion in the early hours of the day before the dojo was open he then slowly rose and turned around. Slidding the bokken into its place at his side and sighing. It was way too early to deal with this kind of shit. Who even was this guy anyway?

[deathfavor]

@kisumshi said: smashes into Hanma's camping tent in the middle of the night "Guess who motherfucker?" draken...it's draken

One minute, Hanma is sleeping somewhat decently. ( Really, this whole camping thing is a fucking NIGHTMARE if you asked him. Tents weren't exactly made for someone as tall as Hanma. It'd taken ages to get a decent position and longer still to fall asleep. And now this bullshit.

But evidently the change in scenery has him alert. Because unlike in his hideouts or Draken's room where he might stay fast asleep till he's forced awake, or be groggy even when he wakes on his own, he's wide awake in a moment. He shrinks away to avoid potentially being stepped on. But his tense shoulders relax as soon as he sees ( or more accurately, hears) who it is.

" If you're sneaking over for some late night fun, you're failing the sneaking part. " Hanma is oh so generous to be hushed when he speaks so no one overhears him. Even if that WOULD be funny, despite the fact most people would brush it off as Hanma being Hanma. " What the hell are you doing, Draken? " He asks, sitting upright and dragging Draken to sit his ass down. ( After a moment of flailing a hand to find him that is. ) The tent wasn't made for one tall person let alone two; the last thing he needed is them tripping over each other somehow and ending up as a tangled mess with the tent.

[tsukuharuko]

"JUST BECAUSE YOU NEVER SAW ME WEARING ONE DOESN'T MEAN THAT I DON'T!"

[shouga-nai]

@kisumshi said:

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.” Gojo to Hakkai

More random dialogue prompts || Accepting!

Oh boy, here we go. Considering everything they've been through together, nothing ought to faze him at this point. Nor should he be in any way surprised.

Hakkai stood there ever so patiently, lips pressed to a smile and hands clasped together over abdomen. While some may be fooled, anyone who's the least bit perceptive might be able to pick up on the subtle chill in the air threatening to rise, solely depending on what would be said next. The redhead who was either in trouble or just about to be best tread carefully.

"That's very reassuring to start off with, and I trust it can't get any worse from here. So let's hear it then - what's the damage?"

[xamassed]

⟬ @kisumshi ⟭

❛ I wanted to ask, what are you doing here? ❜ taishiro

Finally, a familiar face!

Taishiro had visited UA a small handful since becoming a professional, but the hallways were as mysterious to him now as they had been when he first stepped foot inside. They were eerily empty too, but he assumed that most students had hurried towards the cafeteria now that it was lunch time.

That didn't help his situation, but who better to lead him than the teacher of his intern?

"I was lookin' for Red Riot! He went and left his jacket at my office yesterday, and I wanted to make sure he got it back." He could have asked someone else to deliver it, or returned it through the mail, but he wanted an excuse to stop by.

"But while I've got ya here, I might as well take a second to say hello. It's been a hot minute since we had the chance to talk, and I wanna know how ya've been doin'!"

[bloodofthefates]

x. ❛ it hurts when you don't talk to me like you used to. ❜ harurin :( from @kisumshi

The quiet moment extended into silence betweeen them, the gravity of his words bearing down on her with a weight she couldn’t bear or carry. It was always Haru that shouldered the world for her, to ease the burdens she bottled up and carried within; a promise once made years ago to carry her too when she didn’t feel strong enough to keep going. It had always been their binding pact to one another, both spoken aloud in stolen soft moments when they managed to exist only in the secret world of their own creation but beyond words too by their actions. Stubbornness, tenacity and the will to fight for the others was always at the foundation of them.

Rin could feel the knots turning and twisting tighter in the pit of her stomach, guilt exacerbating pre-existing ulcers and giving physical form to her suffering. Haru was hurt and she had been the architect of causing him discomfort or pain in a poor attempt at protecting him. She felt so far out of her depth, desperate to do anything to keep him safe and within her inability to see any other way, she’d pulled back from him emotionally and made herself all but disappear like the ghost she longed to be. Everyone was always better off with her gone, it would be true for Haru too if it meant ensuring his happiness she would gladly fade into nothingness.

“I can’t…” Were the only words she managed on a shaking breath. Bowing her head forward in shame, Rin offered him her submission in hopes of his forgiveness as she felt her throat tightening from trying to keep so much feeling pent up and trapped inside. “Talking to you can get you hurt, I can’t bring myself to put you in danger. I can’t afford to be so selfish Haru…”

[soulsballad]

@kisumshi: 🌿🍒 baji and draken lmao

they're walking through the city, idly chatting while dodging christmas shoppers as they scurry around like fiends. baji hated being out and about this time of the year, it was always so busy and he hated crowded streets. luckily, he was with draken, who could pluck him out of the crowd like an arm in a claw machine if he got swooped away.

when they reach the massive decorated tree they both come to a stop somewhere off the side of it, away from the people. the two of them were meeting up with mitsuya and agreed to meet in this general area. when draken was around it didn't really matter about having a distinctive meeting destination, baji was sure you could spot that giant from space either way. or, at the very least, people would spot the tall blond with the dragon tattoo slapped on the side of his head.

keen brown hues flicker over the crowd as he awaits draken's answer to a question he just asked, and when five seconds turn into thirty he finally turns to see what was taking so long. when he does he sees the taller males gaze inclined ever so slightly, causing baji to crane his head back and peer up, following the vice-leaders gaze. thin brows furrow when he spots something dangling over their heads, some kind of plant or flower. it takes him a moment to realise what it is.

when draken averts his gaze down to baji, the ravenet raises his brows, casting him a look that said 'i fucking hope you might', before shoving his hands into his pockets. " i'm not fucking kissing you, dude. over my dead, decaying body. "

[kiigan]

random sentence starters @kisumshi/Adrian said: “It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

«...Excuse you.»

ㅤIf looks could kill... Adrian would still be perfectly safe and healthy, because there was no way in hell his husband would ever harm him - but there was now an outraged glare on Itachi's expression, regardless. The number of people who dared to talk back to the crown prince could be counted on the fingers of a hand and not all fingers would be needed, yet here this man was. Not only talking back, but directly telling him he was wrong extremely not right.

ㅤPerhaps it wasn't worth getting so worked up over, yes. Even if Itachi was that person who usually always wanted to have the last word on literally everything, he was also humble enough to admit whenever he was wrong. So... the problem wasn't necessarily that. What, indeed, was leaving him so flustered was his own inability to come up with better arguments. And why? For the simple reason that he'd spaced out staring at his husband's boldly open shirt for the longest time, and now he had no clue what they were discussing before. Why did that goddamn chest have to be so distracting, it should be illegal.

ㅤClearing his throat, and trying to ignore the way his cheeks were burning, the prince fixed his glasses in place and forced his gaze to go rest over the pile of paperwork on top of his desk, instead. Which wasn't to say he was about to stop being stubborn. If anything, he was going to cling to it out of pettiness.

«What proof do you have to back up such rude claim, then, my lord?»

[daringtosing]

I don't know when I don't know how But I know something's starting right now! Watch and you'll see Someday I'll be PART OF @kisumshi's W O R L D !

How bizarre!

A human swimming in the ocean? Wasn't that what boats, and ships were for? Now she'd come to understand that humans could indeed swim, but wasn't that for those bodies of water on land? Oh, now... what did they call them? Ariel couldn't quite remember. She'd learned about it from her humanologist friend.

Oh, how she dreamed of such a career.

Ariel was very much aware that it was strictly forbidden to interact with a human. But that wasn't fair at all, and she was swimming on the surface as well... the day was just to beautiful! Those amazing things called clouds, and the warmth of the spring's sunshine. To her, that was better than taking a nap in her garden.

What her father didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Hello there!"

She wasn't sure how he'd react to what she was. She wasn't even sure he'd immediately know, as the entirety of her tail was under the surface. But now was the time to take that plunge, so to speak. The time to finally talk to a real human!

"Isn't it a beautiful day? Oh, won't you swim with me?"

[3katanas]

@kisumshi liked for a Bridgerton Starter

Clearly making his adoptive Aunt promise not to inform the entire Ton that he'd returned had done nothing to spare him from the mama's descending on the eligible duke nor from being named one of the catches of the season. He'd been hopeful that being away for so long would make them pause at least since few knew much about him or his temperament, but apparently, the allure of the mysterious duke was enough to put any such concerns to the side for many. Head had a headache.

Slipping into a shadowed corner of the ballroom, amazed that he'd been able to escape thus far and still trying to find the gentlemen's drawing room which to fully escape to, he paused. Eyes catching on shockingly pale hair and a beauty that had him stunned to silence for a moment. There was something almost exotic about her pale features that had him curious as to why she wasn't hounded by courters in the same way he was hunted by mamas.

Catching her gaze he dipped his head in direction by way of treating before turning to try and continue attempting to find the gentlemen's sanctuary before giving up and slumping into a chair near her. At least he hadn't been found here as of yet.

[deathfavor]

@kisumshi said: ❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜ dorahan ofc

soft & sweet sentence starters

Hanma hadn't been able to stop the defensive sounding what? from leaving his lips when he saw Draken staring at him. Not that Hanma cared about being stared at. He didn't, and certainly not by Draken. But people didn't look at Hanma like that. It's hard for Hanma to name exactly what that look was despite the fact he knows that he knows the word for it. He knows how Draken looks at him for some things, and the hair down like he wears now usually provokes a few, but it's not any of the regular looks he's used to getting. It's disarming and he doesn't quite know what to do about it.

" No- I mean yes. Wait." It's not often that reaper stumbles over his words even when drunk let alone when he's completely sober. " Shut up. " He gets out defensively before Draken can laugh at him. " You are allowed. " He grumbles, finally getting his point out clearly with that remark.

Like he cares. The realization of what that look was like comes to Hanma when he turns his gaze away to avoided Draken's stare. He's happy to look at the frost covered trees or warm glow of the street lights - basically anything else while the realization settles like led. Draken had looked at him like he cared and that had rattled Hanma. People don't care about him. He's either useful, an enemy, or a fun time. It isn't about caring beyond a useful pawn. The closest to a caring look he might get are the times he offers painkillers for a hangover or shit like that.

He doesn't get caring looks unprompted. Certainly not while Hanma was just walking beside Draken after a night out and had done nothing in particular to earn that look that Draken was content or cared. Gold eyes flick to Draken from the corner of his eye and then away. It's....not the first time he supposes. He still remembers Draken had tried to offer him a hug to comfort and how he'd recoiled like someone was trying to muzzle him. Draken's softness is almost as visible as the man himself when he's not in a brawl. Hanma's only comes out behind closed doors and often in the dark or early morning hours where reality and sleep blended together and became hard to distinguish. Otherwise it came in smaller gestures that Hanma had no idea if they were understood or not - cooking despite his dislike, actually bothering to answer texts, lowering his guard somewhere that wasn't his own space.

It really isn't something Hanma has ever put much thought towards before. Now he does and he isn't quite sure what to do with it. What the hell does Draken even think about this? Whatever they're doing? Hanma? He's never asked. He doesn't plan to either. But there's an oddly unpleasant sensation at the thought that - well, he's not quite sure himself what the thought is or why it's there. That he's hot and cold towards Draken? Something like that, when it's not really true. Life has already severed one of the few bonds Hanma did have.

Hanma's feet slow, and he watches Draken stride ahead a few steps before realizing something is wrong and come closer. It makes one step easier for Hanma. His hands lift to catch Draken's face before he bends down a fraction to press a kiss to his lips. It's not the first time - he's kissed him at isolated spots, or in the heat of the club. But there's no teeth that show his hunger or violence. No force that demands an equal response, no seeking or provoking or urging. Just warmth where their lips meet, soft in the way Hanma usually gives before sleep settles in. This time though its in the full hours of the evening while people brush past, paying little mind to the two of them figures on the side of the sidewalk. It's slower and unhurried, seeking nothing. He pulls back after a few moments with a small grin, hands still remaining on his cheeks.

" What, am i not allowed to kiss you now? " Hanma asks playfully, mimicking Draken's question despite the fact his voice has dropped in tone to something closer to his actual voice. His hands fall away from Draken and he offers up no explanation. ( He's not sure he'd have one even if asked. ) " So, are we wandering or did you have a destination in mind? " Hanma asks, as if he hadn't done anything out of character just now.

[tsukuharuko]

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"Feels like summer has really come, huh?"

Haruko fanned herself with the notes, taking a bite of her popsicle. She shivered at the touch of the ice on her teeth, but the freshness that followed was very much needed.

"Isn't it super hot in the swimming pool in this weather?" She asked, raising her eyes at Nastuya, sat across the desk from her. For once, they decided to study outside under the trees rather than in the library. "I mean, it's already pretty wamn and humid in wintertime in there..."

[ofovertime]

❛  if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so.  ❜ TORI

there was a sigh on his lips for a moment. As much as Nanami didn't want to get in the middle of everything, some questionable choices were being made, and part of him wasn't sure how he felt about it. But as much as he didn't want to say a word, maybe the look on his face gave it all away.

hatori was getting a little upset with how some of his family members had been trying to get Nanami's attention, and watching them kind of fight about it -- made him a little uneasy. parts of the male wanted to subject meeting at his place, or back at coffee places, but sometimes he also understood being a Doctor for the family has to make him on the clock 24/7, not that Nanami didn't mind he just wished he got that pace with the other. Nanami looked away from the other and shook his head for a moment.

"No, I don't have a problem, you do as you see fit. I am just here, enjoying the coffee."

 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰. || accepting @kisumshi

[xamassed]

⟬ @kisumshi / s.c ⟭

"Aizawa, sir, I've got a question." He had waited until the end of the day, wanting to catch the homeroom teacher before they all scurried off to their dorm building. "It's kind of stupid, but..."

He shifted in front of the desk, expression a confusing combination of embarrassment and concern. "You're friends with Present Mic, right? When you guys were doing your hero thing, before you were teachers, did you guys still get to hang out and stuff?"

Eijiro accepted that he wasn't the most efficient when it came to putting his feelings into words, but he wanted to try. "I guess what I'm gonna end up asking is, do you think after all of this, after we all become heroes, that we're all still gonna be friends like we are now?"

[bloodofthefates]

x. ❝  turn around.  you don’t need to see this part.  ❞ haru to kisa from @kisumshi

     Kisa trusted Haru more than any of the other older zodiac members, more than any of the other big kids at school or even grown-ups she was supposed to rely on. He had always been her calm and safe place growing up, he’d always looked after her too even when her mother hadn’t been able to do it all on her own. Haru looked out for her, kept her safe and protected her as best he could but he didn’t complicate things or tell lies the way other grown-ups sometimes did. She’d always heard the other members mention a darker side of him, but she never understood what they were talking about when her Haru was always so kind and considerate of others even if he did get lost a lot. When he instructed her to turn around, she did so obediently and without question but the anxiety building up in her chest only strengthened at the prospect of impending fighting between Haru and Kyo. She knew they both trained in martial arts but she failed to understand what drove them to always want to fight one another, to hurt each other. Clapping her hands over her eyes as if it could further keep her from experiencing whatever was about to occur between the two squaring off against each other, Kisa squared her shoulders and what came out in the softest and most petulant voice was a single plea. “Please don’t hurt Kyo…”

[soulsballad]

( sc. )

basking in the sun was something you'd expect from the cat, not the horse. well, not this horse. isuzu often shied away from the warm weather, especially recently given the events which transpired. being injured meant she wanted to hide away and rot, but how could she when someone was always dragging her out of her pit by the ankles? so she decided to indulge others today, sitting outside under the warm hue of the sun. and it actually felt nice... ❝ i can feel you staring, haru. ❞ the ravenette comments, peeking an eye open to peer over at @kisumshi.