'Tis the Season} princekurusu ♡

rencharming:

{ ♪ }  Lips purse with amusement. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, Ochibi-chan,” he teases as he takes a sip from his own cup. The warm liquid is flavorful and Ren could easily find himself chugging the whole thing if he had a little less self-control. 

"Mm, I was bored at the apartment — no one else was there. It’s a bit chilly for a run, too, so I decided buying some coffee and taking a brisk walk was the compromise." He invites himself to take a seat at the empty space across from Syo, and does so casually.

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"Tell me, Ochibi-chan, are you actually enjoying school?" His eyes fall on the open text book again, narrowing slightly so he can make out the print on the pristine pages from where he sits. — ♬

"Never asked it to feed me," he shot back in response, pulling the gifted drink closer pointedly anyways to take a sip or two. Small fingers drummed against the cup as he leaned back in his chair a little, listening to the older male speak, head tilting to one side and then to the other before lilting backwards instead.

It did sound boring after all, just staying home with nothing to do. Despite the cold weather, a walk was probably more entertaining at this point. Ren’s sudden question made his head lift, blue eyes moving to the other as he blinked once, almost snorting as the taller male squinted at the book.

A hand moved forward, sliding the textbook towards him without issue. “It’s.. different, I guess. Saotome was all about bein’ an idol and stuff.. the actual lessons and subjects here are kinda interestin’ to be honest,” homework was a thing he could do without, of course. But the learning was actually kinda fun.

i sent nishinoya in and in the mean time i should.. do my other replies…. looks

'Tis the Season} princekurusu ♡

rencharming:

{ ♪ } Even when displaying his best behavior, Ren can’t help but heckle Syo to the point of fiery exclamations — it’s far too easy to get a rise out of the littler blond, and it’s force of habit to tease and poke and prod until given a response. “Are you sure? I think I can feel the steam wafting off your head…~” He presses a finger, icy cold from the cool temperatures outside and not yet warmed by contact with his coffee, to the center of Syo’s forehead to emphasize his point. “Mm, if you need assistance with math, you’d have more luck with Hijirikawa; calculations of the mathematical sort aren’t really my forte.” 

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He removes his hand from Syo’s face to edge the second cup a little closer pointedly to the smaller idol. “It’s gingerbread-flavored,” he informs the other, offering it to him without verbally saying so outright. — ♬

The cold contact of finger to his forehead made him jerk backwards immediately, nose wrinkling in distaste as he lifted his hand to rub at it. “Your hands are freezin’, don’t touch me with ‘em,” the blond complained easily, shaking off the small shiver that almost worked it’s way up his spine. Syo wasn’t as easily effected by the cold, but cold hands were just terrible.

Swatting halfheartedly at the hand until it pulled away was easy, though the obvious nudging of the second drink closer to him made his eyebrows raise a little.

"Oh? Y’got me a drink, I’m so flattered," the younger huffed, pulling it closer nonetheless, muttering his thanks anyways. He was thirsty anyway, and it smelled good enough. "Why’re you out anyway? Goin’ somewhere?" Might as well start some kind of conversation.

dotingtemptations:

Having become accustomed to walking around the city, (retired idols don’t have much else to do), Reiji lit up a cigarette for himself, taking a weirdly small joy in the way smoke looks in the cold.

Looking ahead, he spotted a small, familiar blonde, his eyes locking onto his target.

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"Yahoooo! Syo-chaaaaaan!"

Hands lifted to his mouth so he could breathe warmth into them before pulling them back to rub them together with a small sigh. Syo didn’t exactly want to go back inside yet either though, despite the cold. Not like it was anything extreme anyways.

Maybe a quick walk would help him work off all the extra energy— though the sudden call of his name almost made him jump out of his skin. He managed only a small cringe before looking over, almost bristling at the use of the -chan honorific; something he really only ‘allowed’ two people to do.

Oh, it was.. Otoya and Tokiya’s senpai? Right? How do you refer to a senpai that isn’t your own— whatever. “Kotobuki-senpai,” Syo greeted after a second, a hand lifting, “What’re you doin’ here?”

dotingtemptations:

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That’s good! Are you hungry? Do you want some famous Kotobuki food?

Ah, uh.. I’m kinda hungry I guess— famous food? (never heard of it lol)

dotingtemptations:

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How are you, Syo-chan?

Good.. considerin’ all things.

dotingtemptations:

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Hey.

—Sup..

Incredible.

SNOW.

SNOW!!!