#missmarksman

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“ present “ ll fuyuhiko & shiori

@missmarksman ll continued from [ x ]

      Was it strange that he cared so much about a present for someone he’d only just met this year- Someone who didn’t even entirely know who he was yet? He knew he could change that at any time. But? He didn’t want to tell her his title just yet. Not yet. No way.

      It was good to meet someone who wasn’t scared of him. He wasn’t going to break that fragile balance.

      Not yet. He wouldn’t risk it yet. However? That didn’t mean he didn’t care- Kuzuryuu wasn’t the type to go out of his way for presents, and the fact that he’d only found out about this last minute? Well, he had to get creative. And? The fact that he was one of few who knew her talent here at this school? Well, it made it a little easier for him to think of something to bring. ( It simply required him heading home for the day- He’d only just barely made it back in time for this. )

      He didn’t bring her present. He had to leave it in his room- It wasn’t as though he could really go around carrying a w e a p o n throughout the school. And the gun he’d pulled from his family’s armory? Well, it had been custom crafted years ago, with only one matching gun. The second in the pair was currently in use. It was the gun he kept himself. He’d brought her the unused twin. A black-metal handgun, decorated elaborately with gold. It wasn’t the strongest thing- It had been made for decoration, intimidation. . . In some cases. However? He knew she could put it to better use.

      “… well. Nothing’s really the matter. But? If you’re not busy, do you mind comin’ with me? I know it’s short notice, but…” With that, the blond scratches the back of his head. Honey-hued eyes shifting to the side- He wasn’t good at surprises. He wanted to straight up tell her that he’d gotten her a present. But, for some reason? The freckled Yakuza was feeling a little playful.

      If he could surprise her? On her birthday? Even if it wasn’t a classic gun, or even a collector. . . Perhaps the fact that the only existing duplicate was a gun he owned? Perhaps that had some value to “ f r i e n d s. ” ( Or? Maybe someday, it would condemn him? She would be the only person in the world who could prove that his handgun was involved. . . ) But? He didn’t know that yet. Nor did he care to- SCHOOL DAYS were meant to be simple. ( “FRIENDSHIP” ) was meant to be simple. And he didn’t want to go complicating it just yet. “If you don’t mind?”

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spider!

Togami was still getting used to having a house he shared with his girlfriend and his sister. Ren was downstairs finishing up the last of the paperwork, Shiori was in the bedroom reading a romance novel, and he was in the shower, contemplating his life. He didn’t normally waste this much time in the shower, but for some reason he was feeling especially thoughtful as he pondered his new existence as an adult who had built a house and was living in it with people he genuinely felt comfortable around. It was nice, he decided, to be able to act exactly how he felt without having to restrain his opinions or his actions in order to seem perfect. He actually enjoyed his time at home for the first time in quite a long time. Just as he turned to rinse his hair, he spotted a large brown spider, about the size of his glasses lens, sitting on the wall only a foot from his face. 

As he stared at it, he could have sworn that it was staring back at him as it picked up one hairy leg and stuck it out towards him as if it were pointing. He was frozen in place despite the hot water pounding against his back. He wasn’t afraid of spiders, exactly, but he was completely disgusted by them. He didn’t want to see them, touch them, kill them, or even think about them any more than absolutely necessary--and here was this creature in the shower with him. He was more than slightly ashamed of the quaver in his voice as he called out to his girlfriend, “Shiori...? I need your help with something...” 

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@missmarksman

Rubbing her eyes sleepily, Sayaka made her way to the kitchen. Breakfast wasn’t served on Sundays, but the kitchen was always open to students who wanted to find their own food. Having been raised to believe that breakfast was the most important meal of the day by both her father and her manager, the idol was determined to find some kind of fruit or protein bar to get her though the morning--even if that morning was close to becoming afternoon. She could feel hair swinging behind her and her skirt swishing around her legs, and combined the two of them completely drowned out any other thought in her sleep addled brain. Thus, when she found herself already in the kitchen, watching a dark haired girl pouring some kind of light brown batter into a pan, she was more than a little surprised. As her thoughts caught up with her feet, she realized that the girl she saw looked awfully familiar. It wasn’t one of her classmates, but she was definitely in class of 78...Oh! She must be the girl that she had seen with the Togami twins. She didn’t know her name, but if she could be around those two and still keep a gentle smile on her face, she was definitely someone that the idol wanted to know. 

“Good morning,” she greeted her with a smile, “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sayaka Maizono, from the class right next to yours. You’re friends with the Togami twins, right?” Hopefully she wouldn’t startle the girl too much, since all she was feeling in the room at the moment was a soft cheerfulness that she didn’t really want to ruin. She giggled and added, “It’s super nice to see them look like they’re having fun whenever you’re around! They probably need a break after being around our class all day.” 

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@missmarksman

“Koizumi Shiori, report to the main office, Koizumi Shiori to the front office.” 

It was embarrassing enough to be stuck in the headmaster’s office, and now they were calling his girlfriend to come pick him up? It was as if they wanted him to feel like an idiot. Perhaps they did, given that this wasn’t the first time he’d been to the office to complain about another student--but it was the first time the other student had done him bodily harm. He could already feel bruises forming, and his glasses had been snapped in half. He glared down at their blurry outline in his hands, wishing that he could have had his rapier with him in class to defend himself against that oaf, Oowada. How dare he lay a hand on the heir to the Togami Conglomerate? At least he had known better than to throw punches at the female twin, but that meant he had turned twice as much frustration onto the other. 

It was pathetic, and he knew Shiori would agree with him that only an illiterate moron would solve his problems using his fists. This kind of thing would make Oowada useless for any profession that didn’t involve manual labor. His morals were even shoddier than the heir’s as far as he could see--not only would Togami not hit a girl, he certainly wouldn’t break someone’s glasses simply because they corrected him in class. When the door opened and a familiar dark haired blur entered, the heir sighed. “Hello, Shiori.”

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A gentle blush shines through on Shiori's cheeks as she hands over Bard's Valentine's Day chocolate: after searching on the internet and with the help of some friends, she managed to find a special mold to make her chocolate in, and now the mixture of dark, white, and milk chocolates in the bag she holds out to him are shaped like tiny pistols and bullets! Needless to say, she was absolutely elated to find them, and she hopes he feels the same...

“Ooooh! Where did you even find those? Thank you, Shiori! You are the best! I’m afraid the ones I bought to you are not in the shape of bullets, though, heh.”Before disappearing inside of his room to grab another box of chocolates, Bard tightly hugs the sharpshooter. His chocolates weren’t of any special shape, just tiny bottles of chocolate with a small bit of liquor inside of it. It did appear to come from one of those brands where no one in their right minds would buy. Thankfully, Bard is never on his right mind.

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“ training “ ll fuyu & shiori

@missmarksman

“That was... actually pretty impressive.”

This was the first time that he had actually seen the others particular talent in action. Not because he was looking for it. But? Because he was at the range for practice on his own terms. He had to practice some things from time to time. He was the head of the Yakuza, after all. But? Her skill was... nothing to be sneezed at.

He wasn’t particularly the type of person to compliment others, ether. It had simply- slipped out. It was impressive to see how easily the other took aim and hit each of her intended targets. “Holy fuck...”

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@missmarksman

He had been watching her for months now, this small woman with her hair tied back in a messy bun and her green eyes glinting with a resolve like steel when she looked down at the corpses of murder victims. The police officer had caught him off guard at first--this was probably what had drawn him in so quickly; hardly anyone surprised him anymore--as her delicate appearance and lilting voice were not what he had come to expect from the detectives of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police. And yet she was one of the most valued investigators on the force, as he had learned over that time, watching case after case quickly solved by the petite officer in blue. 

Perhaps he had let himself get carried away, as he was now visiting as many of her potential cases as he could to reap the souls of each victim before they passed, lingering longer and longer after each reaping to see the investigator work the scene when he ought to be caught in mind-numbingly boring meetings back at the office. What had started as a mild curiosity of wanting to see the police working in his city had become a mild fixation on this one very interesting woman. Shiori Koizumi, he had learned through his many Conglomerate connections, had been an officer since middle school, graduated high school the same year he did, and was now working full time. 

He should have known that those keen emerald eyes of hers would notice him sooner or later, but he still hadn’t expected to hear her crystal voice call out after him as he left the scene of the crime--after all, it wasn’t as if the average person could see him...

Had he? 

He turned to her with a quizzically raised eyebrow, hands still in the pockets of his black peacoat to guard against the October chill that had begun to seep into the air. A hint of amusement crept into his otherwise bland tone as he replied, “Yes, Officer? Is there something I can help you with?” 

This could be very interesting indeed.

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Shiori barely knew this boy, and yet--she wanted to do something to show how thankful she was for him having helped her with her paper, even if he hadn't meant much by the gesture. Gathering up the rest of the chocolate she had made--leftovers she had planned to keep for herself--she approached him with reddened cheeks and held it out to him, hoping that he wouldn't be offended by the gift. After all, it was only polite to give obligational chocolate to people she appreciated, right?

Now that was just splendid. Valentine’s Day was the one holiday he loathed with every fiber of his being; it was useless, the only purpose it had was to get lovesick idiots to spend as much money as they possibly could, in the name of ‘love’ or whatever bullshit people came up with nowadays. He wanted none of it, White Day was enough pain already. It’s not like anyone even wanted him to participate- he had never received anything on either of those holidays, which is why his face immediately lit up in a comical manner when that girl from the library walked up to him, and gave him a present. A Valentine’s Day present.

Holy shit...?

“...W-what? You are kidding, right? I m-mean- thank you, I...guess? Y-yeah. Thanks.”

Well that was smooth.

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ATTRACTIVENESS:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate|| aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD HAVE SEX WITH THEM:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe ||probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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@missmarksman

It had been years now, that they had been sending letters between their two countries. Shiori Koizumi, princess of the neighboring realm, was his fiancee--but she was also subject to the same curse. The day Shiori was born, their fathers had formed the pact to bind their kingdoms. The witch who had helped them, the same witch who had given Daisuke the charm that allowed him to have a child, demanded that certain rules be followed. ‘Til the day of the eldest’s twentieth birthday, neither may set foot outside their home. Should this rule be broken, they would apparently be swept away to the faerie realm, never to return. To him, it seemed overly dramatic--how would any witch know when he set a foot outside his home, and why did his twentieth birthday matter in the least? It wasn’t until he complained to his maman about it that he had gotten an explanation that made sense; the spell seemed to be a protection, not a curse. Still, his father and company maintained that the witch had been a servant of evil, and the commoners seemed to believe it. 

Now, his twentieth birthday had arrived, and the two would finally be able to meet in person. He knew from her letters and the portrait she had sent that she was petite and pretty, with jet black hair and eyes like new leaves. She loved reading cooking, and her kind spirit showed in her judgement of both fictional characters and real people. She had a kitten named Hotaru, and he had one from the same litter, named Charlie, which gave them a physical connection that they had needed desperately. The two of them had been establishing a bond of friendship that became love through pen and ink...But that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous about their meeting. Although he wouldn’t admit it, he had anxiously checked the details of her trip to his home at least ten times, and he had straightened his clothing twice as many times since he sat down to wait near the front doors. As her carriage pulled up to the doors, he took his first steps into the sunshine in all of his twenty years, pulling open the doors. “Hello, Shiori...”

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With a light giggle, Shiori held out a box of cupcakes to Daremo, hoping that he would enjoy the variety she made. Inside were vanilla, chocolate, red velvet, and even strawberry--she just hoped that one box would be enough!

As he looked into the box he let out a small gasp at the array of cupcakes inside, he wasn’t really expecting any gifts but to see a box of cupcakes made especially for him really touched his heart--probably more than it should but he didn’t care, he was very happy. “Thank you so much Shiori, you didn’t have to make these for me.” Receiving a gift reminded him of Shiori’s gift that was wrapped up on his table in his room (as well as a little something for her kitten), he needed to give them to her--he didn’t want her to think that he had forgotten about her. “I’ve got your gifts in my dorm room, want to come with me and get them?” He asked his a warm smile, gently closing the box to keep the cupcake’s fresh.

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@missmarksman 

To not create any kind of trouble, it was very usual for Eisuke to be sitting at the furthest corner of the furthest room of Hope’s Peak, unless he needed models to draw which, as it appeared, was the current case. Sitting down against a tree in the back of the school, the redhead was sketching everyone around the place. Well, everyone that was inside of his weird drawing standards. Even so, it was usual. Two quick sketches (that look ridiculously well made, considering the short time), one of them delivered to the hands of the drawn person.

Not being the most extroverted person of the world, it took him a few moments to actually gather up the courage to give someone the drawing. However, his last unknown model seemed... A nice person, for a change. The female didn’t appear to be mean, which made it easier for him to approach and lightly poke her in the shoulder, to catch her attention.

“H-Hey... U-Uhm, I’m v-very sorry to bother you b-but...” - He cautiously handed the paper to her. - “I-I d-draw people around Hope’s Peak, b-but feel guilty doing it without their knowledge so I hand out copies... I-I’m s-sorry if i-it’s not good, if y-you ask I can never do it again.”

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@missmarksman (based on an ask meme--Togami cannot be seen or heard, although he can still touch things)

Togami had woken up as usual, kissed Shiori’s forehead before getting out of bed, and gotten dressed. At the time, she still had a few minutes to sleep if she wanted, and he knew she was a heavy sleeper, so he hadn’t given it a second thought when she didn’t budge. Ten minutes later, however, when he was fully dressed and ready to have breakfast (a cup of coffee for him and something slightly more substantial for her) and she still wasn’t the slightest bit awake, he was beginning to be concerned. “Shiori? It’s time to get up, dear. It’s still a work day, you know, and neither of us can afford to be late. Shiori...?” He went to her and shook her shoulder, causing her to stir a little, thank goodness. She was clearly just asleep, it wasn’t anything more serious than that, but didn’t she hear him calling her name? 

“Shiori, do you hear me? It’s time to get up.” He shook her shoulder a bit harder; he was reluctant to give her a rude awakening, but she really did need to be up. It wasn’t until Mamoru came in, set a tray with breakfast on the table near the door, and flicked on the light without even making eye contact, that a pit started to form in his stomach. Something wasn’t right here, but what...? When it came to living with a witch, things weren’t always as they seemed, but he usually had some idea what he was getting himself into. Now, however, he was completely in the dark, although there had to be some logical solution. He had discovered through trial and error that there was a method to the madness of magic--if you knew where to look. Had he stumbled onto something strange when he was rummaging through Shiori’s chest of ingredients the day before? Hopefully whatever it was would wear off soon...