BEMUSEMENT marred his features, mouth pulled to a tight line as proper consequence upon being physically hurt by that misplaced pun. Oh Saga, Saga. You have sunken low indeed. Poor guy.
❛ And I have never been hurt like that PUN of yours did me. Please stop. The secondhand embarrassment physically pains me. What do you mean pay? What more do you want? I already keep you company to save you from your L O N E S O M E self. ❜
Yuu should be shown GRATEFULNESS for his charity, really. Nevermind the fact that he was not exactly doing this out of the goodness of his heart but rather because he himself had no one else to hang out with too. A finger fiddled with an unused chopstick to distract himself just then, eager to ignore the ugly thorns of gloom that seemed to be nagging at the back of his head at the thought. He wasn’t lonely, but he wasn’t particularly overjoyed by the fact that he had no one else either. At least Saga CHOSE to keep to himself.
The sound of hand clapping brought him out of his reverie, however, and struggled to swat at the hand currently PINCHING him. Not that he was trying his hardest to shoo him away though, if his laughter was anything to go by.
❛ That actually hur – GET OFF !!
I want a Kyaraben. Make it extra cute. ❜
❝ Payback for all of those insults, I guess. At least I wouldn’t hurt you PHYSICALLY. That’d probably hurt more than my words. But going back to the LONESOME thing. I mean, I could just hang out with Ritsu if our friendship is just payment. ❞
Friendship really was enough for Saga, actually. Rhetorics that fell from Yuu’s mouth, though sometimes hurtful, were secretly a blessing in the teen’s life, but he would never let his best friend know. He should’ve already known that from the beginning.
The sound of Yuu’s laughter caused a smile to break out on the teen’s face. Though he was used to the solemn demeanor that the other wore, Saga would never be content with himself unless he was able to act–to make his friend smile once again. As he dropped his hand’s from Yuu’s face, the teen leaned back in his seat; hands pointing to the other’s face,
❝ You know, you look better smiling. You should do it more often. Maybe then, you won’t look like su- ch a grumpy old man anymore. What kind of ch- aracter do you want on there, kiddo? ❞
❛ Well he would have left you by now if he actually took your bullshit seriously. Whatever you fed him to make him LOVE you so much, I want it. ❜
Maybe then Chiaki could actually pause for a second and LOOK at him, see him, notice how much he felt for him. Maybe then Yuu wouldn’t feel so pathetic chasing after someone like this, letting feelings and useless affections fester from within even whilst knowing that it was all in VAIN. Maybe then he could be grossly happy like Masamune and his precious Ritsu.
A snort escaped him, giving the other a sidelong glance. The fucking GALL of this brat to dismiss his cooking skills like that when he had been busy finishing off his lunch like it was nothing just a few moments ago – practically inhaling the thing. DISRESPECTFUL KOUHAI.
❛ Then tomorrow’s bento is on you. Make me those cute octopus wieners. ❜
❝ Wow, I have never been hurt in such a way. I think YUU need to watch your words. Ha, get it? But if you want what he’s having, you’re gonna need to pay up. ❞
The teen snickered quietly as he continued to consume his best friend’s lunch–glancing up at the other from time to time. The same blank stare that Yuu wore on certain days seemed to plaster itself there, despite his playful tone. Concern was always a feeling that Masamune felt whenever he was around his friend–knowing full well what was on his mind; however, the teen never wanted to voice that concern. The burden would just be too much for Yuu to handle.
Rolling his eyes, Masamune was able to leave half of the meal to the other as he clapped his hands together and bowed his head slightly as a sign of appreciation. A smirk laid upon his lips as the teen leaned over and pinched the other’s cheek roughly–twisting the skin a bit as he spoke,
❝ Even though you’re the eldest, you’re still the biggest brat between the two of us. I never said your cooking was bad. I just said it’s not the best compared to mine. Anything else, your highness? ❞
❛ You’re not my type, let’s be real. Also, I highly doubt your actual boyfriend would like it if he heard you say that. ❜
A nudge dealt followed suit, urging the other to LIFT his head up from where its perched. Yuu might say shit like that but his lunch box was being put onto the table nonetheless, placed significantly closer to Takano to offer his food WORDLESSLY. Yeah, he wasn’t actually going to say that he was giving in to the other’s wishes. Subtlety had never been his strongest suit but Yuu was willing to try for the sake of his own pride.
❛ You just want me for my cooking anyway. I feel very used right now. ❜
“Hate to break it to you, but I don’t think you’d ever be my type. You’re a bit too much for me to handle. Ritsu knows I’m only joking when I say things like that. Well–I hope he does.”
A snicker slipped past the boy’s lips as Saga sat straight up; his eyes glazing over the bento that was laid out before him. With the short silence, a growl could be heard within the depths of the teen’s stomach. The restraints that held him back from devouring the food dissipated; his hands clapping together as he uttered a small thanks before grabbing the utensils and taking a bite out of the food. Brown eyes glanced back at Yuu as a smile made it’s way onto Saga’s face. With a slight bow of his head, the teen made it a habit to finish his food before speaking,
“We all know who’s the better cook between the two of us. I just happened to not have ti- me this morning to make lunch.”
The shushing coming from the other students from nearby table was easy enough to IGNORE - the one from the librarian herself was not. Piercing glare met his own, as if both were trying to stare down the other into submission. Yuu was not taking any of that, of course. It wasn’t as if he had done anything terribly WRONG. It was lunch time anyway - why would anyone want to spend their free time reading in peace?
❛ Bunch of losers. ❜
He was careful enough to make sure such a comment was HUSHED, muttered under his breath lest trouble was to arise. He was sure Saga heard - though perhaps that was the point.
❛ Why should I bring you a bento? I’m not your boyfriend. ❜
Even with that said, they both knew Yuu would relent sooner or later and will share the food anyway. He’d like to think he was a good SENPAI like that and not because he couldn’t get himself to say no to the other.
An disappointed sigh slipped out of the boy’s mouth as Saga caught his best friend’s muttered words. Though he was used to Yuu’s snarky attitude, the teen couldn’t help, but bite his own tongue when he’s around him–not to protect his own reputation–but to also help extinguish the chaos that might break out around them. To be understanding wasn’t something Saga expected from Yuu, but it was something he really needed the most.
Brown irises rolled–a light scoff slipping past plump lips. An act was all he could put up, but the teen could feel his stomach churn inward from his hunger. Despite the comment, Saga took no offense to it. Yes it was true that he had now found himself…a boy–if that’s the right thing to say. Though their relationship was steadily growing, the boy couldn’t bring himself to openly say it, especially around his best friend. A hidden smile broke out as he rested his forehead on the table; his words, laced with a hint of sarcasm, slipped out quietly,
“Give me a break. I just want food. Besides, aren’t guy friends considered boyfriends? So that means you gotta give me food.”
PERHAPS it had been the deprivation of attention he so sought for laced carefully with frustration and irate emotions that seemed to have been BUILDING UP without his knowing, that made every step he took towards the library full of intent. Consistently feeling as if he was disrupting SELFISHLY whatever bubble Chiaki and Hatori had built around themselves was not exactly doing him any good. There was no reason for him to stay there and eat lunch with the pair if he was obviously unwanted, really. It wasn’t like he didn’t have any other FRIENDS to bother.
❛ ———— Oi, Masamune! ❜
This was no way to catch his friend’s attention, especially considering the other had chosen to ( yet again ) coop himself up in the comfort of the school’s library, really. But there he was, STROLLING in through the doors with his bento box in hand before plopping himself next to the boy. Honestly, did the guy not have anyone to share lunch with that he so chooses to spend his time in the library instead? It was rather SAD.
❛ Have you even eaten already? You haven’t, have you? Don’t worry, SENPAI is here. ❜
Brown eyes slowly scanned each perfectly printed word. Intricate sentences and engrossing storyline drew Masamune to bask in the novel. In a way, this was the only way he found peace in his life. With the amount of disdain he felt towards a majority of the masses, including his parents, the only thing the boy wanted was SILENCE. That, of course, always HAD to be crushed, however. Put it up to the stupidity of youth, but it was on his own account that Saga allowed so more than one person to slip into his life without a struggle: Yuu Yanase. The sound of his voice echoed throughout the library, followed by a chorus of hushed grumbles that directed towards him. Loose brown curls peaked up at each end and maroon eyes turned into crescents as Masamune met them with his own. Though he was slightly irritated with his best friend’s presence, the teen couldn’t help but feel the corners of his lips turn upward into a lazy smile–setting his book down gently onto the table whilst placing a bookmark between the ivory pages. With a soft voice, Masamune spoke out; his tone MOCKING, in a way.
“Oi, Yanase. Ever heard of being POLITE? There’s people trying to read.”
A heavy sigh emitted from the boy as he leaned back in his chair; arms crossing over his chest as he examined the other. Reading Yuu’s expression came easy to Masamune, which was more so a curse than a blessing for him. In cases like these, creases would form on the devil’s boy’s face–WORRY filling him to the brim. Wanting to brush away his thoughts, the teen kept his smile plastered on his face, shaking his head before gesturing for his own food,
“Oh really? Did senpai happen to bring ME food, or is he just bragging that he has his own? Either way, I’m still eating it.”
Happiness was a delicacy that Masamune rarely found himself indulging in. He never really knew what it felt like to be CONTENT with his life, especially what had been going on with his family. In all reality, it was most likely because he had already given up on the idea of happiness–not even trying to push himself to believe in it. However, it wasn’t so hard for the teen to turn on a smile with his friends. Though he occasionally forced his expressions, Saga tried his best to be as realistic as he could.
Turning back, Saga looked at his friend with a genuine smile on his face; his hand reaching up to fiddle with the ends of his own hair.
“Oi, Mute. Should I dye my hair blonde like yours?”
He had always been reduced to feeling flustered and boneless and utterly DEFEATED when it came to the other, when his presence was at such close proximity to his own, looming and engaging all the same. IMPOSING - his mere presence demanding to gather all of Ritsu’s attention despite the situation.
If it was not for the tight grip around his waist, if he did not have Saga’s steady chest against his back to keep him balanced,he would not have anything else to stop his all too weakened knees from buckling down under him. Why was Saga holding onto him so TIGHTLYanyway?
Ritsu was not going anywhere, after all.
Trembling fingers took hold of the other’s own, sudden streak of confi- dence coming over him despite everything, his desire to somehow comfort overwhelming. That and he did not want Saga to know that just having the tips of his now travelling fingers across his figure was taking its toll on him. Ritsu was having trouble BREATHING right now.
“Its ———”
A clearing of the throat, desperate to at least not sound too far gone.
“Its not a bad kind of hurt?”
He knew that did not sound too CONVINCING, perhaps it was not even what his lover wanted to hear, but he was not feeling particularly confident of his own eloquence currently and if he was to talk more, he was sure he would simply sound COMICAL, if anything.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be in anymore pain than you’re in now.”
Peppering light kisses onto the exposed flesh, Masamune felt himself growing WEARY over Ritsu’s physical state. Compared to him, the boy was much more fragile–much more delicate in his arms. Despite his previous disdain towards the idea of being together with another man, the teen seemed to slowly move past the thought; his own emotions playing against him as he stood together with his lover. Ha. Lover. The title rolled off his tongue easily, but the feeling that came along with it was so much more. Words couldn’t describe the sensation he could feel throughout his body. The hammering of his heart against his chest, the light fluttering within his stomach–Masamune couldn’t control himself around the other. The tight embrace was now loosened as he cradled Ritsu against his chest; his fingers drawing patterns into the blanket subconsciously. As he gazed out the window, the teen caught a glimpse of his lover’s face in the window–cheeks turning a shade of pink as they stood together. Curious thoughts began to fill his brain as he examined the other’s features. What is he thinking about? Despite his peeking curiosity, Masamune kept his lips sealed shut from the topic; eyes trained intently on Ritsu. Sighing contently into the nape of Ritsu’s neck, the teen quietly mumbled against his skin; his lids looming downwards as he drank in the moment.
“Just let me know if you’re feeling uncomfortable, okay?”
Stare focused solely out the window with the intention of simply WAITING for the sunrise ( not that one could have a good view of it with the looming buildings blocking the way ) ; perhaps that had been the reason why he completely did not notice the other waking. Perhaps if he hadn’t been pay- ing attention to the view outside, he would have been able to READY him- self from the sudden breaching of his personal space. Perhaps it would have lessened the SHOCK it brought him ; perhaps then, he would not have jumped in surprise in response to the arms rounding his waist or at the feel of warm lips or at the sheer fact that Saga was right there behind him, fully awake and BARE naked.
Ritsu very nearly lost his grip on the steaming cup of coffee, really.
“P-please don’t scare me like that. I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
Yeah, it would better for both his physical and mental health if he was to simply IGNORE the fact that Saga had called him handsome. Better not to dwell on it, not to turn that singular word over and over and over in his head. He’d be completely speechless if he did.
“I couldn’t sleep properly, my hips seem to be hurting a bit.”
Though perhaps it would have been better if he HAD been rendered speech- less if he was to say things like that.
A light chuckle slipped past his lips as Saga tightened his embrace around the other; the corners of his lips turning upward as he buried his face on Ritsu’s brown locks. The intoxicating scent that radiated off the boy was enough to drive Saga over the edge; his heart racing as they stood together, their eyes trained on the view outside. He was too busy admiring Ritsu to notice the sudden change in posture as he held him; his own skin heating up as Saga displayed affection. In all honesty, despite having multiple relationships in the past, the teen had NEVER felt like this towards anyone else in his life. No one drove me crazy with just one look, one word, one KISS. It was all just stale for him before Ritsu came along. The desire to keep him locked in his arms forever burned within Saga as he conveyed his response,
“You didn’t wake me; I was already up. That was probably one of the best sleep I’ve had in weeks.”
Furrowing his brows, the boy felt a pang of guilt shooting through his heart–allowing his hands to travel down the other’s side to his waist. Fingers began to prod lightly as the slender waist–a permanent frown now dressing Saga’s features. Concern for Ritsu’s physical state clouded his mind as he closed his eyes; hands still moving against his waist.
THICK blanket draped across bare skin, woolen material rather harsh and uncomfortable against the pale white ; though, con- sidering he was up at the crack of dawn with nothing else on, this being his sole source of WARMTH, Ritsu supposed it would have to do. His back remained turned onto Saga’s sleeping form ; such a posture intentional. He wasn’t sure he would be able to keep a straight face if he was to look at him right now, if he would be able to stop himself from being reduced to a BLUSHING mess with just the sight of his lover’s sated and peaceful disposition. He hadn’t been one to look him straight in the eye normally in the first place. And with the lingering imagery from the night before, the lingering ache / burn / sting on every part of him that Saga has paid c a r e f u l attention to, Ritsu felt it wise to at least distance himself from the other for the time being. He didn’t think his poor heart would be able to take it.
Light movement from the bed was enough wake the boy up from his slumber–hooded eyes searching for the other as they laid upon the smooth milk white skin. Small bruises were visible on Oda’s skin, reminding Saga of their shared romance the night before. A sudden warmth spread throughout the boy’s body as he admired his lover’s backside; the corners of his lips turning upward. Though he was against the thought of being with a GUY, the teen was willing to open his heart to the other–eventually finding himself slowly falling for him with each passing second. As he kept his eyes locked on Ritsu, Saga felt the urge to hold him in his arms once again–to feel the other’s warmth contrast against his own coldness. Slowly slipping out of bed, the teen quietly made his way over to his lover; long arms slowly snaking around the other’s slender waist, lips lightly pressing a kiss against ivory skin before burying his face on the nape of Ritsu’s neck. Light murmurs could be heard from both parties before Saga moved his lips behind the other’s ear; his voice low as he spoke,
Blood shot eyes stared up at his ceiling as Masamune took in the cold reality of life. The aching feeling in his heart left him distraught as he laid in bed; his whole entire NUMB. The light velvet that dress ivory skin, the soft sounds of hearts beating together as one, the instant connection felt when in each other’s arms–Masamune remembered every single detail–MEMORY–of his ‘almost’ lover. Despite his careful actions, the boy found himself alone once again–ABANDONED by the one person he thought would never leave his side.
LONELINESS was greeted with open arms as the night dawned over him–the scent of alcohol and sex reeked in his nose; the look of disdain dressing his features as he pried himself away from the woman beside him–regret suddenly filing his heart. It shouldn’t be her sleeping beside me. The vague image of light brown strands clouded the man’s sight; the haze from his drunken state altering his vision. His hand, slowly outstretched towards the hallucination, lightly caressed the dome–an invisible burn left on his palm. Fighting back tears, Masamune retracts his hand as he moved away from the figure; his heart on fire. With his back against the headboard, the man parts his lips–a name rolling off his tongue as if it was the only thing he knew how to say,
“RITSU.”
The tears he fought so hard to keep in finally brimmed in his eyes, falling slowly down red cheeks. A hard bite down onto his lips held back the sob in the back of his throat; his hand reaching up to grab at his dark strands. All the walls he built up for himself had fallen apart, and all he wanted to do was DISAPPEAR. Picking up on the woman’s voice, the man kept his head low; his voice hoarse, but filled with anger,
“GET OUT…I don’t want to be around you right now. Get your things and GO.”
ANGER and REGRET was all he could feel; all he could be. Nothing could help him.
Independet Masamune Takano from the Sekaiichi Hatsukoi series.
Manga & Anime based.
I’m selective mostly when it comes to following people. I like to have a clean dash, and I tend to follows those I feel as though Takano could have an interaction with.
Triggers will be tagged when necessary.
Mun does NOT equal muse. Do not approach my muse as if you know him, nor can you approach me as your muse. OOC posts will be tagged with the appropriate tags to avoid any confusions between the two. I am not Takano, nor is Takano me.
DO NOT GOD MOD ME OR MY CHARACTER. Godmodding will not be tolerated on this blog. If you do not understand what godmodding is, please refer to this post. Also, anon hate will not be tolerated either. If hate is sent, I will not respond nor will I post it; however, constructive criticism is allowed. The two are very different, so please differentiate the two carefully.
Interactions
I am open to ALL fandoms, but I am mostly affiliated with KRP and the anime RP fandom.
OC/AU friendly
This muse has multiple verses which can be found here.
I’m mirrored lit, meaning that whatever format you write with, I tend to follow the same format; however, I mostly write with <small> font & icons.
My writing style can range from script to novella.
Though I tend to respond to open starters and starters made for me, I will only write starters & greeters for mutuals. This is just to keep me from feeling overwhelmed by the amount of drafts that pile up after that.
Always remember, take your time when you RP with me. I am very patient when it comes to threads and replies, but please inform me if you would like to keep a thread or drop it. We all have lives out of RP, so please don’t ever feel bad if you’d like to drop a thread, or if a thread is drafted for weeks, even months.
Please don’t ever hesitate to plot with me. My ask box is always available to future RP partners.
Ships/Exclusive
This is a single-ship muse; exclusive with Ritsu Onodera.
Despite the rule on top, that does not mean AU based relationships are crossed out. If you would like to plot out an AU relationship with Takano, that is absolutely alright. This will be based mostly on chemistry.
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Mun
Hey, my name is Romina, but you guys can call me Mina!
Though my muse is of age, I am not. I am only 17 years old, and here in America, 17 is still considered as a minor. This means that I cannot smut, and honestly, I’m not here for that. I refuse to get both me and my partner in trouble, so please be respectful of this rule. If a thread ever leads up to smut, I will do my best and fade it to black to keep this rule intact.
I’m currently juggling 3 blogs, which includes this one. If you would like to know the other ones, please ask!
I’m also in my last year of high school, meaning that I will be a bit spotty with my activity; however!! that does not mean I will not abandon this blog. I’ve been doing an alright job with keeping everything active, and it will stay that way for a while.
I’ve caught up with the whole manga + anime series, but of course with continuous development, things may change.
