#yukcri

[ochazos]

@yukcri said: “ we’re a team, aren’t we? teams stick together. even when the leader is being a jerk. ” / “𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀” - Accepting

He tilts his head, his dark hair falling a little bit more into his face. Well, she had a point. Still, he searched over his memory to find where he had been a jerk. Maybe it was the fact that he had been isolating himself again. When things got hard for him, it felt like the world moved too fast and he was frozen. Drifting in a current, totally helpless. He could hardly speak or engage with the world around him. He had not answered messages or responded to greetings. He had gone directly into his room after school. It had been a few days since he had spoken to a single person aside from out of obligation.

He couldn't do that anymore. He was the leader of their combat missions. At first, he expected her to scold him for his duties. Even as he tried to push her away, she said they would stick together. Even if she called him a jerk. He... had been a jerk, huh?

Honestly, this behavior had usually resulted in the adults around him getting fed up with him. He half expected his peers to do the same. For him to fade back into obscurity and fade into the background of the world again.

"Sorry." He says it quietly. He had been a bad leader and team mate. But he had also been a bad friend. He really wasn't good at being a person, was he? "I can't really explain it. But thank you for waking me up, Takeba."

From the waking coma he often slipped into. He didn't need to face things alone now that he had his team. But it had been so many years of being on his own. He was still learning...

[thuganomxcs]

❝poltergeist report: 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 | 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 : ❝ i don't know what to say to make you feel better, but ... i'm here for you, if that means anything. ❞ | client: @yukcri | 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

Just another day where Yusuke’s own emotions might have gotten the best of him. Never one to share his inner conflicts is probably what got him here in the first place. Still choosing to be repressive versus letting those near him in. Now he’d use the excuse of ‘It’s better this way for everyone’. Thinking his problems alone were too astronomical for anyone to handle alongside him.

And yet with a vague idea of what’s going on Yukari still offers her friendship. It was something he could not simply write off now, the gesture had caught him by surprise..soo much so that there wasn’t even anything in the ‘vault’ to use as a witty comeback. Even if it was just for a moment Yusuke allowed himself to smile, the words that left her lips were powerful.

Probably the best thing to say to someone like Yusuke. ❝   𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬.   ❞  He makes his response, those aren’t magical words that would suddenly make him fine, but the meaning behind those words, and knowing that she would actually tell him what she told him was enough for him to smile. “I can’t thank ya enough Yuka.”

[blazeoflife]

@yukcri sent :: ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’

He turned his head towards the Lovers, surprised to hear something so...nice to him. Junpei raised an eyebrow and then turned his head away, wondering why he felt bashful all of a sudden. "You think so? She keeps pushing me away every time I go and gives me a cold shoulder." Junpei explained, knowing full well that Chidori would smack him over and over to get him far away from her.

Then again, Junpei has a hard head and could never take 'no' for an answer for someone he wants to see and be with. "Huh--I was not expecting something sincere from you, Yuka-tan." Junpei smiled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Maybe I could get more of that from you for free? I'd love some advice on how you ladies work because you all are a confusing bunch of people."

[aragakiis]

@yukcri sent: blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

How he got roped into this—what he would call bullshit, was quite annoying to him. Shinjiro was adamant about not coming back to SEES, going on about how it was a bad idea, how he shouldn’t be using this power of his—and yet Akihiko was convincing enough when he mentioned that Ken was now with them—and Shinjiro, as always, felt responsible. There was something that was built from his guilt—wanting to watch over the kid, make sure that he was alright. Shinjiro couldn’t bring back the life he took that day, however, he could make sure another wasn’t lost for the time being.

That being said, he expected to keep everyone else at an arms length—detach himself from everyone so they didn’t get too upset when the inevitable happened to him. That proved to be difficult, however—they all tried much too hard to be nice to him and to garner his attention. It was annoying, but surely not as unwelcome as it used to be. He had grown fond of this group, much to his dismay.  Cooking for them, enjoying their company…he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so appreciated. It was strange.

He blinks when he feels a hand reach up to his jaw line; wiping blood from a wound caused from battle, gaze flicker downwards to look at Yukari, raising a brow.

“What are you doing?” His question is sharp, but not malicious in nature, gaze moving to the bloodied cloth in her hand after she had released the slight pressure from the wound. A huff leaves him, barely a chuckle. These people….They really cared too much, didn’t they?

“Shouldn’t you be looking after your own wounds?” Shinjiro questions her; craning his neck to one side then the other to stretch it out. “A small cut isn’t going to kill me, you know. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” It was appreciated, though that remained unsaid.

[revclver-jesus]

Slump. (kekekekeke)

Send 'slump' for your muse to fall asleep leaning against my muse.

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ And he was the one always on the verge of sleep. He hasn't known these students long. Introduced to them just this year as Ikutsuki's deeply strange assistant, only a little older than the seniors, with his clearly abnormal eyes and near eerie detachment. But fighting to survive together has a way of breaking down distrust. Something he knows very well, with his life experience.

The good doctor is going to kill them. This he already knows. Deranged fool, he never rests, he never learns. The second he saw the group all he could see was the faces of the ones he was tested with, and the ones after that. Nothing but fodder for some greater scheme. As they might as well be, for as much as their mortal bodies mattered. Another forgotten face in a mass grave. He doesn't feel anything. He--

A soft breath in, he feels a head of hair brush into his side and lay there, as if content not to move or flinch away from him. Confused by this, he glances down with a tensed brow that might have looked irritable if she saw it, only to make fluttering blinks. Oh.

Has she really grown that comfortable with him? On the bench in a waiting room with nothing to do but sit, when you're already tired from school, from fighting, he imagines the temptation to drift off to be strong. It just wasn't in his nature to deny rest without reason, a strange empathy for the need of it, so despite how he felt his shoulders tense at the touch he... doesn't disturb them. He resolves not to move.

If the others see her laying on him they're bound to make remarks, which the older party member will respond to with a raise of a single long and spindly finger to his lips. When she awakes on his arm, he won't say a word.

[segnisacfessis]

mini starter / @yukcri

Oh , what was this? A chaperone for her little walk to the vending machine? If the little rag tag crew was suspicious of her darting out of the hospital their fears weren't exactly unfounded. However she wasn't in the mood for all that muss or fuss right now.

Slowly bending down to pick up the soda she didn't really know what to say. This one always felt on the brattier side and had way too much energy for her liking. Then again Junpei was almost always in her company these days so perhaps it was an acquired taste.

As she was still quite sore and walking was a pain in the ass she made her way towards her room. Only once she got close to the girl she turned her gaze towards her. " Don't worry , I'm not going anywhere. That's why you came over , right ? " It was a guess anyways.

[rosh1d]

       ❛❛   Miss Yukari,   correct ?   ❜❜        a sheepish smile graces the young man's lips,   a poor attempt at a display of normalcy despite the peculiarity of all that surrounded his life as of late,   the dark hour,   shadows,   personas   &.   a hidden organization that blended seamlessly with the everyday life of ordinary students.   The director had laid it out to him with great patience,   Clive hadn't been exactly in the best mood for conversing                 especially when it regarded the incident that took away his father and brother he hoped to forget.   Ifrit hadn't woken up since,   what benefit could he bring with a persona that refused to cooperate ?        ❛❛   I don't believe we had the chance to meet yet,   I'm Clive Rosefield,   I moved in just couple of days ago.   ❜❜

@yukcri // starter !

[adonyys]

@yukcri sent: forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

It’s a surprise to feel such soft fingers taking his face into their own, the machine’s orange eyes blinking in confusion more then anything; brown bangs swaying softly as his head is turned to face her. adonys had been accumulating rather quickly to the group—learning from them, understanding them—forming bonds that he didn’t think that he could ever form in the first place, and Yukari’s company was always pleasant.

He had been sitting with her—just talking. Listening to her—talking about his own curiosities and woes now that he was understanding human emotions more and more each day. He was unsure was prompted the gesture—was it something he said? Her forehead now pressed to his—mechanical body relaxing. He could feel her warmth against his own, cold forehead; but this was pleasant.

“Ah…perhaps I was talking too much, Yukari-chan.” The machine lets out a laugh; curling his hands around hers before lowering and releasing them; a smile twitching onto his lips.

“But…I do enjoy your company. I hope we can do something like this again, if you’re willing.”

[ochazos]

@yukcri ♥'d

He could faintly hear something outside. Over the beeping of the heart monitor, he could hear something gentle. Ah. Rain. It was raining. A gentle and calming down. He shut his eyes, listening to it. The beeping reminded him that he was still alive. The rain outside told him the world was still moving forward. He wondered when he would ever get to go back to school. If he would. Or if he would die before that happened. It could have been by sheer stubbornness he was still here. Yet he knew that his soul was not whole anymore. He had given a large portion of himself to the seal. And it was only a matter of time until he... 

The door to his room opened. The sound made him turn his head. He had only been awake for a week and his vision was finally starting to return to normal. For some time, it was blurry and rendered him nearly unable to make out the world around him at all. It still seemed darker and hazy, but he could tell it was Yukari that had just entered without hearing her voice now. 

You didn't have to come in the rain. He thinks but can't say. It's hard to muster up words. It always had been for him, but in his current state he found it harder than before. He had come so far in terms of his verbal abilities only for them to crash back down to Earth. He looks at her, unable to fully make out her features. But he knows it's her. The scent of her perfume and the flash of pink is all he needs to be certain. 

"Takeba..." He forces it out, a small hint of uncertaintity in his tone. He was sure it was her, but his vision allowed a little bit of doubt. He knew he had to force words out or else she may think he was asleep and leave. He was tired of being alone here with only the noises of the hospital as his company. 

[autonomousxselves]

“  They should invent a being alive that isn’t so difficult. ” - for Ken! Also hi. ♥ @yukcri {Absolutely Unhinged Comedic Relief}

He was startled by the directness and wording of the older girl's complaint, but he couldn't agree more with the concept. "If only... Even just a little bit easier would be great."

[ruiination]

@yukcri

"Hey! Yukkari-chi, right?" As far as he heard, she was a little standoffish. But that wasn't going to stop Natsuki Subaru from being friends with her. He was certain that the secret must be extra friendliness! It worked for his dad, right? Then again, in his last school before his self-imposed exile, he had flopped pretty hard trying to be friendly. He would find a balance for sure this time! Starting here with Takeba!

"I'm Natsuki Subaru! You're friends with Kirijo-san, right? You know, I got put into her class. You guys seem really different but you live together, right?"

[quillheel]

patch . help my muse patch up a wound . - Shinji or Ken!

Shinjiro had always been able to handle pain. To him, it was second nature. Growing up with Akihiko being the rough-and-tumble type he is even before learning how to box, in the Orphanage they both were raised in, meant there was a level of necessity to be able to roll with the punches, rewarded when you could, punished when you couldn't. a skill he'd learn repeatedly, endlessly, the necessity of during his time away from SEES. ━ the second you were on your ass, or you froze up, or your arms were tied, it made you easy. easy to hurt. easy to kill. ━━ Shinjiro never liked making things easy for anyone.

SEES had always been an exception, though : or rather he should say it'd always been to those he considers friends, which might be why for all the way he twitches; arm in Takeba's grasp as the muscles seize & he can't help the way the overzealous pang of nerves make him want to rip it away outright; he does not pull away even as he draws a sharp breath through his teeth, ignores the way the smell of antiseptic makes him feel more than slightly lightheaded, clenches his hands into fists before; in a moment of surprisingly animalistic single-minded worry; thinks that shit, he'd rather not look like he's about to hit her when she's helping him out, and lets his rough hands go limp again.

Still, his fingers twitch as the burns are cleaned, nerves overworked and bitterly loud in this fact. He'll have to jab at Akihiko later to aim his Zionga's better next time they're in Tartarus together, just for the fun of starting a fight, even if he knew damn well it wasn't Aki that kept lighting him up like a Christmas tree this time...

" Damnit... " the curse writhes between his teeth, bruised jaw grinding. his eyes linger, intense, at Yukari's hands as they work & he sits on the first floor of Tartarus; bones aching; staring as though in judgement ( even as he attempts to make himself as pliable to work with as possible. ) " Those annoying Maya did nothing but cast Zionga the whole damn time... "

a piece of Shinjiro recognizes that Yukari might be helping him in the first place because of this fact, but as it is not the one cussing wildly ( and he can't pretend he knows her all that well to begin with ), he elects to ignore it.

a well-worn sigh escapes him, gazing at the burns littering his hands & arms as the roughest parts that had to sustain the damage; melee be scorned, his axe like a lightning rod. it deepens into a light scowl, stare flicking to Yukari's face. it stays there a long few moments, before he speaks again.

" ... I'm lucky it's not bad enough to get Mitsuru in a twist about it, but you don't gotta do this, you know. " Shinjiro studies her, meticulous, which always ends up feeling like he's trying to scare you out of something when it was him doing it. maybe he was. " It's some burns. It'll heal fast. Besides, you were carrying my ass most of the way anyways. "

[icyexecutioner]

What does someone get for the girl that has everything?

Even looking at the prices of the fanciest bakeries nearby was enough to make Yukari's head spin--and forget about anything fancier than that! No, the Empress deserved something priceless--though finding the line between 'priceless' and 'worthless' led to the Lovers fretting almost to the point of not coming up with anything at all. Ultimately, it was the science of baking that proved to be her salvation... well, that and the decision to sneak the gift into Mitsuru's room rather than giving it to her directly.

She wasn't quite brave emough to do that, not yet.

The box that Mitsuru discovered upon her desk was a simple but elegant white, wrapped with a bow swirled with pink and gold. Within it, the Empress would find light pink macarons, the delicate pastries filled with a strawberry creme that was as light as it was tangy. Next to the parcel is a card with sakura blossoms upon its front, the message 'Des bonbons pour les sucrés.' was written in a neat, if slightly unsure, hand.

...if only the Lovers had remembered to sign her name to it.

mitsuru certainly hadn't been expecting anything for white day. it just wasn't the type of holiday that typically crossed her mind. as she walked into her room, in her mind it was just another day.

so she admittedly found herself a little surprised as she noticed a box sitting on her desk. she hadn't been expecting any packages or anything, and especially not anything this ornately wrapped.

curiosity quickly got the better of her, and she opened up the box to see the sweet pastries that laid inside. it was then that she noticed the card next to it, picking it up to read the message. nothing that indicated who left this here... though the fact that the note was written in french instead of japanese was certainly interesting.

though... on closer inspection... this handwriting certainly seemed familiar. she had seen it many times on tests she had looked over after completion and grading. worksheets she had helped work through. the occasional well-meaning yet still somewhat sassy note left around the dorm.

just like that, everything clicked into place... and mitsuru felt her lips tug upwards into a smile.

❝ hm... so that's who these are from, is it? i'll have to think of how best to return the favor. ❞

with that, she picks up a macaron from the box, sitting down at her desk. she would make sure to savor these, and then find out a gift to give in return.

❝ merci beaucoup... ma chérie. ❞

[burnxngslash]

message within the leaves: 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 006, a swing set in an empty playground at night. - Akihiko goes to check on Yukari maybe? | sender: @yukcri I 𝙽𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶

Where’s Yuka-tan, where’s Yukari-chan? The questions of his dorm mates rang out and as a way to soothe their worries Sanada volunteered to look for her. From what Fuuka had said before he left, Yukari would often be spotted at the park. He figured it would ALSO be beneficial to give Koromaru a little walk in the meantime so it made for a good excuse to step out should he even need one. 

It of course did not take long until both Akihiko and Koromaru had arrived at the park.  ━━   ❝   𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐛𝐚.   ❞  Akihiko called out to her casually and Koro-chan cheerfully ran forward towards one of his rather familiar allies, stopping before her as his tail wagged excitedly. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind, care to share it or is this something you wouldn’t want to talk about?” He spoke as he stopped right in front of her.

[tacitusauxilium]

@yukcri sent: ‘ everyone else has moved on, but i am still here. ’

from this meme // accepting

She sat down next to the Lovers and turned to face her. Fuuka didn't know what she meant--romantically or not? She could have sworn that she and their leader was a thing. Maybe she is still feeling the heartache of losing him and Fuuka would not blame her one bit. I mean, it's not like she was dating anyone in this dorm anyway.

"Yukari-chan..." She placed her hands on her lap and tried to keep a small smile on her lips. "I know you are. We all process grieve very differently." Fuuka knew that from Shinjiro's death and Chidori's death and then revival. It had been almost a year of rollercoaster rides and yet...she was able to move on slowly, but able to move on.

Fuuka sighed softly and closed her eyes. "I am always here to talk with you, you know? I cannot understand the pain of losing a loved one, but friends dying... ...I know that all too well."

[thuganomxcs]

"Icons Only" - Yukari having to use a snapped-off arrowhead to finish a Shadow off

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 / 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓��𝐍𝐆