Ah, he’d been hard on him. But he wasn’t so bad. Young and still inexperienced… but the kid had passion, that was for sure. It seemed his fated rival did have some rather talented comrades employed under his hand…

   “Of course, I would expect no less; one must always be sure of themselves, in matters of the heart as well. As idols, we have a duty to this world to strive for perfection!! But you must be the champion in the battle of love; the aggressive swordsman instead of the defensive… one shall never win a heart only deflecting blows and not striking for themselves! Fufufu, you say you have never experienced love? I can not believe it so… even youth find themselves falling – love can not be denied!! The swordsman simply needs to allow himself to open his heart and follow his feelings~ Permit yourself to fall in love, Kanzaki-kun!! You’ll be surprised at what feats it can inspire; even that already skilled sword hand of yours could become superhuman… Amazing!!”

  He would love to see it - what a young idol with his potential could blossom to under the influence of his heart; a shame to waste it on Hasumi Keito’s strict regime!

   “Of course, my fated rival would be a poor teacher of this; but I am always more than happy to instruct on matters of love… ★ Now tell me, Kanzaki-kun, when was the last time you felt your heart jump in your chest?”

“A battle or a sparring session can be plenty heart-racing! The fire in the heart of a samurai is the key defining feature of a warrior!” His chest puffed, somewhat, like a ruffled sparrow, as he placed his hands at his hips. He didn’t mean to get offended, of course not, but denouncing his sense of logic produced from his long training as a samurai was simply too much. “As a self-proclaimed Oddball, I’d expect you to understand at least that. However… I would not be able to speak as you do regarding manners of love. I must humbly admit that I’ve never been in such a situation where I would… s-steal anyone away, for that matter. But my point remains! One must be as much in control as they are out of it. For example, in a battle, one must have sure footing and squared shoulders, else your swings of the sword will be sloppy and have no force behind them. Then there’s simply no point, if you can’t be sure of a good strike.”

It wasn’t until a moment later that it hit him.

“A-And Hasumi-dono is not unfeeling!”

💕

Dr. Love thinks a relationship might work out between Hibiki Wataru and Sakuma Ritsu, but the chance is very small. A successful relationship is possible, but you both have to work on it. Do not sit back and think that it will all work out fine, because it might not be working out the way you wanted it to. Spend as much time with each other as possible. Again, the chance of this relationship working out is very small, so even when you do work hard on it, it still might not work out.

“Now, now... as it is true that I love everyone in this school - and indeed, I do - you are going to have to work a bit harder than that to impress me. Raise your voice loudly! Let your words ring out clearly!! Though that would be quite ambitious, to think that you could tie me down, when I even flew from Shu, my own kin...”

"I don't really get it, but." 💕

Dr. Love thinks a relationship might work out between Hibiki Wataru and Sakuma Ritsu, but the chance is very small. A successful relationship is possible, but you both have to work on it. Do not sit back and think that it will all work out fine, because it might not be working out the way you wanted it to. Spend as much time with each =other as possible. Again, the chance of this relationship working out is very small, =so even when you do work hard on it, it still might not work out.

 “Ahhhh~ahh~ahhh... where is your love, Ritsu-kun? Contained somewhere deep inside of your chest, within your dreams, for sure, it is waiting to bloom...!”

 Was this it? The despair Rei felt every day?

 “Fufufu, this sensation...?! It seems as if my final, destined rival has shown itself...~”

━（❀）⇣⇣  “Ah, I do feel quite good today~ ♪ It certainly might not be a bad thing to trust in abstract calculations as well, from time to time.”

  He does seem particularly radiant as he sips his tea at his desk, which may or may not pertain to a specific, quite colorful tab that lies casually hidden among the others in his browser.

   “No, no, Hakaze-kun... this simply won’t do!! Where is your heart and soul? Have you no love to put into it? The girl of your affections will certainly see through this half-hearted attitude of yours... If it is failure you wish to set yourself up for, then why perform for her at all?”

  A deep sigh escaped his lips, of disappointment from a man with surprisingly high expectations of the standards one should reach to. You could say it wasn’t his business, but love was one thing Wataru could not back down from, and it was almost insulting to see his fellow idol be so casual about it! He needed more passion; a spark of flame kindled inside himself, if he was ever to win one over to love...

   “Can you not see the issues in your statement? ‘Tell her you won it at a fair’... if you are going to bring your princess the spoils of war, should they not truly have had blood spilled over them?! You want your fair maiden to feel like the most important person to you, do you not? And this business of ‘waiting for the right girl’... if you are not willing to put the time into doing something special for her and her alone, you may as well turn around now with your tail between your legs. This all sounds like a passing afterthought; it’s a shame, to see love wasted as so...!”

   Placing his hands confident upon his waist, the glimmer in his eye was dangerous; the spark of a teacher prepared to crack down on a delinquent student. Was this the sort of energy Rei employed? Really, now, he knew his fellow Oddball was capable of much better...

   “If you are going to present yourself to a girl, at least have properly taken the time to charm her. If it’s a stuffed toy you wish to give, you ought to have won it by your own sword; a dangerous, sacred battleground - a quest for love... Shall I challenge you to see who’s love is greater? I assure you, I am not a foe that will go down easily, fufufu★”

   Winning stuffed toys... was he talking about the arcade?

“Maybe it’s because my hair is the same colour as a nest,” it’s more of a joke to distract himself from his fellow third year stepping closer, even more so to get off the ridiculous topic of a dove being in love with him.

“Actually, it might be considered pretty impressive. But, ah, I’m not sure if she likes birds or not. We just met the other day, you know?”

Quite frankly, he doesn’t want to risk it. A second or third date, sure, he considers keeping the option open at the very least.

“Well, I was planning to bring her a stuffed animal, tell her that I won it at a fair earlier and was waiting for the right girl to give it to. Unless if you have any better ideas, Hibiki-san?”

Part of him regrets asking but then again, curiosity is a cruel mistress.

"I see. This does seem like an activity you might think of, Wataru. It does make me wonder to what extent you believe in it...~" 💕

Dr. Love thinks that a relationship between Hibiki Wataru and Tenshouin Eichi has a reasonable chance of working out, but on the other hand, it might not. Your relationship may suffer good and bad times. If things might not be working out as you would like them to, do not hesitate to talk about it with the person involved. Spend time together, talk with each other. 

    “Ahhh… hahaha… !! What an ordinary story this makes for; shouldn’t love be more Amazing, with doves and balloons and flowers?! For Eichi, I would give it my all… !”

    He seems to be having some difficulty with the prediction being a very honest relationship depiction, instead of some kind of flashy story… Perhaps a little too… real…

@victorisong     ❤

    “Be on your toes, Hime-kun!!”

    It came without warning; a hawk-like dove of a man swooping from behind to scoop his prey into his arms. Spinning around him as if in a waltz, hands catching the first year’s sides, underneath his arms to hoist him and up you go, let us help Eichi’s precious angel learn to fly! It looked like a circus trick; Wataru laughing loudly and holding Tori mid air above him in the air in the same manner a parent would, pretending their child to be an airplane. It was training, he’d insist; when in truth where there was annoyance with Wataru, he would go out of his way to amplify that tenfold... ★

    “Hahahaha~!! To leave your guard down for even a moment... now, what will our dear Hime-kun do to escape my grasp~? If it is the villain I am to play for you, then play it well I shall!! We shall fly far, far away together... ★”

Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.

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♕ TEA FOR TWO ┊♪eiwata

@ephemeralemperor      ❤

    “Welcome to my kingdom, Your Highness!!”

    The reverberations of Wataru’s shout, like a drum roll procession, echoed against the walls of the dimly lit space. In his hands, fluttering in the air like a champion’s flag held by each corner between two fingers, he fanned out a magnificent cape of violet velvet - an exquisitely crafted piece to a costume that had long since retired. He had found it buried in the depths of the racks that lined the walls of his club room, delighted at how perfect it was for the Emperor’s visit; this was a royal tea party, after all, and Eichi deserved to to be served off of nothing less. The king’s cape gracefully draped itself over the round table Wataru had set up in the center of the room in preparation -- he had so little time to prepare, as the idea had been on a whim of Eichi’s, but he would certainly make it work. Before anyone could even finish blinking, the cape-covered table was sprinkled with rose petals, and he was dragging the most plush arm chair he could find from the hoarded pile of props he had collected - an appropriate throne for Eichi, of course. He’d find some more modest seating for himself, if he even found time to sit down; with how exciting it was to host Eichi here, how was it even possible for him to stay still?!

    “I beg of you, excuse the mess... each item in this collection has an AMAZING★ story to tell, should you open your ears and listen to it! The legacies of knights and princesses, foreign lands of deserts and ice, history and fantasy, tragedies and comedies... an endless library of silk and memorable performances!! Fufufu, now, from which kingdom within these infinite possibilities has my tea set been borrowed to...~?”

    He spun to venture further among the racks and collections of items; somewhere in here was a particularly ornate set of teapot, cups and saucers he had used once on stage... Eichi would certainly be delighted by such service! Ahhh, but if only he had more time to prepare this performance... where was that set located?

    “Does the location suit your needs~?” His loud voice cooed from behind one of the clothing racks, sing-song notes as eyes scanning a worn bookcase for the fabled treasure. “Feel free to explore to your heart’s content; I shall be but a moment!” But a moment became a few, sifting through item after item. When he finally found it, nestled safely amidst some books, he was unsure how many minutes he’d left Eichi to his own devices; as his hands reached to gather the set to him, fingers brushed against a most peculiar surprise that had been resting among the cups. A peacock blue mask adorned in gold filigree; he hadn’t seen this particular treasure in quite some time, and oh, was it a beauty...! A masquerade tea party was not a bad story at all; an eccentric surprise, if not just odd, which perhaps suited the Oddball’s den... but was it suited for an emperor?

    What a silly thought, he mused to himself; royalty would not find himself interested in the hobbies of a man nearly labeled mad - that is to say, such fascinations would likely be too strange for him... and perhaps Wataru should have just focused on the tea set. But his thumb ran across that mask lovingly, entranced... and bursting theatrically onto the stage was just the sort of thrill that usually kept Eichi interested. That always moving, constantly performing voice in Wataru’s head convinced him to don the mask upon his face; crouching slightly to shrink his frame, in a single swish of fabric that sounded like the flapping of wings, one arm parted the sea of costumes hanging from the rack in front of him, the other overflowing with the decorative china cups and pot. Poking his head out between the gap he’d created, a loud commotion announced his presence as if he emerged stage curtain, revealing his sharp curiosity - violet eyes peering from behind the mysterious accessory - in where Eichi was settling within his club room.

    “As promised, I’ve found it★! ... But what have you found, Eichi~? Among the mysteries and oddities of this place...~!”

He is a master of many talents, after all...

I was not aware that Hibiki-dono was a manga-ka.

Nor was I aware that, by the looks of that icon, Seito Kaichou-dono reviewed them, either.

❁dreaming kingdom: wata ritsu

@ritzucrackers​         ❤

    Shuffling about in the dim lighting of the Theatre Club’s room, quiet huffs and hums could be heard escaping the club president’s lips, an audible labor of love as he hefted a rather large cardboard box from one end to the other. From the lid overflowed a number of odd props, like the bottom remnants of a magician’s bag of tricks; by the look of all of the boxes that had been piled up and moved around, it was apparent that Wataru was trying to organize the club room in some manner. Everything still seemed quite randomly placed - perhaps in a system only meant to be understood by an Oddball, and the number of curious items that had turned up seemed as if they had been collected over thousands of years. A proud smile graced his lips as he stacked box upon box, emptying his arms and then slapping his hands together to free them of the dust that had subsided. The hardworking Hibiki Wataru wasted little time turning to the back of the room once more; it was beginning to clear up - sparse boxes accompanied by a pair of lavishly decorated chair and sofa, floor lamps and paintings from old sets and books piled as high as one’s shoulders, containing script after script and...

    “... Oho? What’s this?”

    There was a prop he hadn’t expected to see, tucked in the corner upon the sofa that had once been hidden by the boxes he had been moving... a human body? How fascinating! Perhaps a little alarming... ?! No, upon closer inspection, this was a familiar sight indeed. The younger Sakuma, dozing peacefully away, hidden in the darkness of the Theatre Club’s treasured secrets. Though the discovery had been quite a surprise, he supposed it made sense; the Club room was very dark, after all, and few braved to enter thanks to the reputation of its one-and-only President...

    But this would not do. What poor form he showed, not knowing he had a guest... and how rude of him, to have missed a chance to properly welcome Sakura Ritsu into his domain. Sleeping so sweetly, leaving himself open for the perfect chance for a surprise; tiptoeing back behind the curtain, he returned with a creeping silence, holding his hands together in front of him and above the sleeping vampire, to reveal within them a...

    CRACK!! POP!!!

    “Good morning, good afternoon-- perhaps a good evening to one of your kind★!! That you would grace my humble abode with your presence and make it your nest... Amazing!! I am quite honoured to host you!” Confetti and streamers rained from the colourful popper he held in his hands, unleashed over Ritsu’s head to scatter a rainbow of paper colours overtop his sleeping form. “Had I known I would be receiving a guest, I would have prepared tea! You must forgive my rudeness, as you have given me quite the surprise... It is quite curious that I’ve found you here; like a fantasy story come to life... ahahaha★!”

   “Ahh... huh. Such a manner of thinking, hardly heart-racing at all... should you not follow your passion, and put common sense to the wind? As an Oddball such as myself, I have perfected the art of thinking outside of the box, but this answer... it lacks beauty and surprise, does it not? Fufufu... to steal your lover away in the dead of night, scoop them into your arms and leap from the window - such an uncontrollable act of love... Such an unfeeling approach is truly something suiting a lackey of my fated rival. You should allow yourself to succumb to the wills of your heart, Kanzaki-kun; when an individual is in love, they’ll do many a thing for that sake... ★”

“As much as I appreciate your confidence, I’m afraid I must say that there are indeed many things that are – and rightfully should be – unfair in war, such as striking an enemy while they’re down or taking advantage of weaknesses that should have nothing to do with a battle, such as kidnapping someone close to them. Not to mention, I do believe there are also things that should be unfair in love, such as betraying your loved one’s trust or taking advantage of the other’s feelings.“

   “Ahhhh, if it isn’t His Highness the Emperor himself!! What is a performance should it not be heard from every corner of this earth? Not simply a noise, but a burst of beautiful sound, an explosion of magic and surprise! It is but a dream of a humble jester like myself that my show could draw the eyes of royalty, so please, keep your eyes on my performance★!”

   As if such concerns had no bearings on a magician with access to an unlimited number of magic tricks, his hands found their way triumphantly to his hips and a loud, booming laughter reverberated from his chest; not quite careless but carefree, a glittering mask absent of worry as if it were a concept foreign to him behind his joy. At least in this matter, for certain, he had no need for concern; these birds were beloved companions of his whom he practiced with daily, and he knew precisely where they would flock to, and that they would return to him.

   But of course, he would understand if they chose to fly away instead. A lifetime was a long time to be employed under such an eccentric magician, and it was only a matter of time before those dear birds took to the skies. And he would be happy for them all the same.

   “Please, Your Highness, have you no faith in my performance? No less than perfection will do for the audience; my feathered co-stars and I have danced this dance many a time. Only the most hardest working, harmonious performers will do... at my command they shall return behind the curtain, awaiting their next act. Do you wish to see for yourself, Eichi? Go ahead; do you see her? My dear companion who has perched atop the gates~ Bend your arm and hold it forward as if to give her a salute, and she shall fly to it and make your arm her branch. I promise she is quite gentle... ★”

━（❀）⇣⇣  A rapid gust of air followed in the wake of flapping wings, both close enough to send blond tips of hair dancing gently through the sunlight for a second before settling back along his jawline. Although, for a figure thus assaulted by that unexpected outburst, Eichi certainly didn’t show much alarm where he was, with arms folded across his chest to accompany a casual tilt of his head.

  “Just like usual, it’s admirably impossible to overlook you, Wataru. As someone with possible interest in knowing your whereabouts, I’m reassured you’ve decided to keep yourself easy to find and at hand, but…” Nothing at all in his stance indicated that maybe, just maybe, he might have turned his gaze to that scene quite before being drawn by the dove that had flown past his head. “I wonder, is it wise to release such a flock of birds in a wide space like our Yumenosaki’s school grounds? I can’t help but feel they’d be difficult to gather again… Or perhaps you’ve become a pied piper as well, now?”

  It wouldn’t surprise him, in all honesty, if Wataru did have some kind of magical whistle or flute in his possession, to the sound of which all manner of creatures would easily gather. It did seem like the type of wild tale one might expect to hear spun about him one of these days.

pushes a first year down a flight of stairs! you're in the way! (strums ukulele izumi sena is here)

Please give a warm welcome to Sena Izumi of Knights!

now that you’ve made your presence known, i’ll call the cops so they can arrest you.

Thank you, and please enjoy your days here at Yumenosaki Academy.

   “Fufufu, splendid, splendid, Hakaze Kaoru-kun!! Speak it along with me once more... Amazing, isn’t it?! To be graced with the attraction of such a pure creature... I have raised these birds with such loving care, they’ve come to have the ability to see past a person’s outer shell and love them for who they are deep down. What a beautiful tale; she must have fallen for something within you invisible to the common eye... ★”

   He takes a step closer, reaching his hand and an extended finger out to his feathered companion upon Kaoru’s shoulder; gently stroking the soft feathers upon her forehead, he seems in no hurry to assist his fellow idol with his bird problem. Quite the opposite - his smile has a sharp, mysterious glint to it, directed towards Kaoru as if to study the man whom one of his dear companions has taken fondness towards.

   “Now, now... what woman is not charmed by the flutter of small wings and a wonderful trick of magic? If it is not a dove you wish to present to your fair maiden, what exactly do you plan to bring her?”

   Wataru was an expert on matters ‘love’, after all.

Kaoru lunges forward as if it will stop the small dove from latching onto his head and if it weren’t for the fact that there is a bird in his hair, he’d be impressed by it’s comfort around humans (especially those lashing about). But, anything that is accustomed to being around Wataru long enough must have some sort of high tolerance levels.

“Yeah, yeah. Amazing as you would say, right? It’s great but I have a date later today and I don’t think she’ll appreciate the extra guest.”

He swats lightly at his new ‘friend’ only to have her flutter to his shoulder instead.

ourloudheart:

“It’s good to see that things are as lively as ever.”

Dozens of sudden doves doesn’t even surprise him anymore. What a time to be alive.

    “Of course; magic is the very essence of life, accompanied by surprises and love...”

    And then it lands. As if on cue - possibly directed by Wataru’s attention - one of the aforementioned doves makes a comfortable nest out of Kaoru’s hair.

    “Fufufu, it appears she has taken quite a liking to you, Hakaze Kaoru-kun! Even if the trick did not surprise you, this must be a wondrous, out of the ordinary surprise indeed! Please treat her gently... ★ ”

    “Welcome, welcome! It’s the opening act of the most spectacular of shows... allow me to surprise you with wonders of magic you’ve never seen before! Please, sit down, sit down, gather ‘round -- in celebration, let me release these doves into the sky...! Fufufu, AMAZING! Were you so surprised that you could not take your eyes off that trick? There is plenty of magic - and love - to go around, the show has barely begun...!”

    He did, indeed, release doves from the inside of his coat - which scattered very quickly on the school grounds. (Was he not uncomfortable with them cooped up there...?!)