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Taikyuu Short: MihoYuu was happily cuddling with Taiki on the couch in his apartment as the goggle boy watched the latest episode of Zyuren Sentai Kyoryuger. He loved these lazy days because it usually meant it the two of them could spend the whole day doing whatever they felt like. It didnt matter what they did as long as the two of them could cuddle like they were now. The blond gently nuzzled his boyfriend and sighed happily as he leaned his chest on his shoulder. I love you Taiki.
Taiki smiled, I love you too Yuu.
As the boys continued to snuggle, Miho suddenly came out of Yuus room. Hi Miho! the younger boy greeted. In response, Miho leapt onto the couch and crawled into his lap. She turned around a few times before finally settling down with her eyes closed. Awwww, look at her Taiki!
Taiki looked over and smiled. Shes so adorable.
Yes she is. Yuu gently stroked his cats soft fur, causing her to il
Simple Motions - IX~IX~
Friday, February 15th:
Semi-Formal Valentine's Dance!
When: From 7-11 PM.
Bring a date and join us for this traditional event!
Tickets available in main office or at the door.
When Tagiru Akashi saw the poster, printed on light pink paper and stuck to the door of his English classroom, he admittedly didn't think much of it.
He let his eyes scan the words, seeping the message into his brain but not really taking it to heart. He had never been one to attend (or to even want to attend) school related activities. In the mind of Tagiru, having to be at school five days a week (not to mention extra hours for Basketball practice) was bad enough without returning of your own free will.
So, the energetic brunette was a little disrupted that the poster had even side-tracked him; the largest word on the poster was "dance" and such things simply didn't interest him.
After giving the flimsy thing a read, he got to walking to his locker. It was lunch time - he could try to beat it to th
Sometimes I Just Go For ItI'm going to say it again, 'til I instill it...
I know I'm going to feel this way, until you kill it...
I want you.
What had he meant with that romantic gesture? Ryouma Mogami, walking at a pleasantly slow and contemplative pace down the sidewalk, hovered about that last question like a bee at its hive.
Of course, the idea behind a love confession is usually the same - its only goal being to draw a similar stream of feeling out of the other person, like inhaling in a line of smoke with a straw. By expressing feelings, you wanted the same zeal for romance, commitment, and physical intrigue to be mirrored back to you. By the revelation of hidden attraction, you sometimes knew, sometimes expected, and other times only feebly hoped that what you felt would be returned; but most of the time it was strictly tight-rope walking.
With every step that he took, Ryouma's mind dove deeper into the concerning metronomes of discomfort. After all, didn't he know? Didn't Tagiru Akashi know the
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