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“I would like to make a shoutout to the Collar X Malice fandom! I’ve not even been here for very long, but everyone (including duplicate blogs) has welcomed me so warmly. I love this fandom, despite it’s smallness. It’s so much better than my old fandom. I don’t think I’m going back there. I love everyone I’ve met so far, such as some friends of mine and new people I met through the fandom (looking at @collarcd, aka Renata, and @adonischosen, aka Ari). I know there’s plenty more of you I haven’t talked to yet, but I have a feeling we’ll get along splendidly!“
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Examine! Shinsengumi haori
EXAMINE ! - INTEREST: SHINSENGUMI HAORI
Ichika… really knows you. Are you that easy to read? No, no, this is the true love running its never-ending course. This is why that daring red-string knotted your lives together, why the both of you were destined to be. This fierce, feisty warrior is the co-commander of your army now, and you are strengthened ten-fold.
So now she presents to you another dream of yours, another mimicry of your heroes.
“Ichika, you know me best! …Alright! Let’s prove our figures fitting for stories of the brave that wore these blues! Kondo-san, Hijikata-san, we are prepared!”
You are swift to remove your eye patch, then you wink at her with your usually-covered eye (you must honor in proper! Masamune-san is always in your heart, your spirit!) and now you are burning..! She’s trying to stifle back… laughter..! Be swift you decide, making use of your incredible speed to zoom into the other room, only almost running into the door frame in your flight.
In order to befit the garment she has for you, you must dress in full benefit to it – tradition must fit in every sense of the situation.
Would you be a rank-and-file member? Or would you be fit to take command, alongside other notable members?
No, wait, leading status falls upon those that earned it! Your name is for a history of its own!
It takes you a bit to come back out, but surely, with the looks she’s giving you when you do, it was all worthwhile, right? Is that admiration in her eyes? Amazement? Yeah, she’s right about that – you’ve left her speechless! You’re that cool!
Well, that’s what you want to think. Ah, whatever! You pick up the haori and carefully slip it on. Just the feeling of it on your shoulders, your arms, this powerful uniform that moved the patrols of the streets the Shinsengumi were in charge of. Yo can imagine it, lined up, practicing swings, the discipline, the code... It’s amazing to you, to even think about this experience!
Sure enough, Ichika puts one of her own on, looking up at you with familiar determination, firm stance, ready to set out and strike with a flawless method. She’s so... cute... And it’s a critical blow! This woman, who understands you, who shares your interests, who allows you to be a fan, you cannot win!
But you are her superior officer, her commander in this act of spiritual reenactment. And you,it’s not like you’re compelled to do it or anything, but you reach out and pat her head.
It’s embarrassing... and... and not really part of the whole Shinsengumi act, but she’s the one who’s brought this to you this time, and this is your way of thanks.
“Let’s do our best to harness this energy and show the world what we’re made of! Ichika! Shinjuku... No, the entirety of Japan hasn’t seen the best of us yet!”
The Shinsengumi haori. The wings of warriors, of men who were samurai by their actions, not by blood. They held a strict code and they made names for themselves. You look up to their merits, their legends. Putting on this uniform alongside her is more than just living in a moment of your adoration for history. It’s yet another promise to her, to Fujii, to Yanagi, to yourself... that you’ll look your struggles in the eye, that you wont waver. You’ll fight with honor, never again running away, because your justice, her justice, what drives you, must be upheld.
You both are warriors, no matter what uniform you are in.
#adonischosen#{ ;; Seems I've got no choice... Allow His Honor Mineo Enomoto to exercise his famed jurisprudence!; drabbles#//image of mineo crying#//this is messy... surprise... gosh i've missed writing on here ghhhh who is mineo...
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[ pay ]
Minegishi is momentarily surprised, when Ichika speaks up to pay the bill before he has the chance. This isn’t their first time coming out for dinner and drinks, and it’s true that he has pretty much every time, but he doesn’t see a need to change that. Most of the time when he offers he claims outright that it will be his treat. A reward for hard work. Whatever it is that may ease Ichika’s conscience over not paying.
“Hoshino-san... that’s a little unfair.” Her consideration is of course appreciated, but it’s unnecessary. Though he does wonder if this low-key level of guilt is what she feels each time he pays the bill in full himself. To turn down a lady would be rude, however, if Ichika is set on this - and he doesn’t wish to cause a scene about it. “If you really want to pay, next time let’s split the cost.” The promise of ‘next time’ had been something rather unsteady initially - the real question always an if there’s a next time. But once in a while now they find the time to enjoy each other’s company.
He follows her out after, and certainly feels like half the gentleman he usually is. “At least allow me to drive you home this time. I know you rejected last time because of wanting the walk to clear your mind but...” He needed to do something to make up for it.
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prompt taken from side blog,
@adonischosen said: Whiskey , shadow, soft
would this night affect both of them?
would this night hazed by alcohol, the stench of whiskey and sex in the air, empty bottles scattered across the room, piles of clothing hastily torn aside, make her hesitate when administering her sense of justice upon him when the time comes?
he doesn't truly know, for her case --- for him, emotions were easy to detach when it came to his end game, end goal. he didn't exist. his emotions didn't exist. yuzuru saeki didn't exist. he says all of this, yet a foreign feeling drumming in his chest forms as he sees her body illuminated by the moonlight, clinging onto his own tightly enough as if he'd escape her grasp if she hesitated a mere second.
her unconsciousness wouldn't be wrong, there, in the long run, he mused. he found himself combing stray locks of her hair with his fingers, lightly brushing his lips against the top of her head as he cradled her closer to his heart, the steady sound of his heartbeat merely luring her to a deeper sleep.
whatever 'this' was... it has an undeniable ending. one way or another, there was no way to scavenge or even consider a future between the two of them; it'd be impossible, justice first and foremost in his mind, even if he ends up being stopped by the very person sleeping peacefully in his arms. she would be his salvation, even if she goes against his ideals, his beliefs, him as an entity in the end.
he finally finished making the collar, the judgement tool, with rei --- the details were fleshed out, his grand scheme of a plan for december striking down the days until x-day were formed. the pawns on the chessboard were ready to sacrifice their humanity for their king, the clear suffering screaming in each of their hearts sated for their utmost loyalty. he shall cleanse malice in japan, starting with shinjuku. preferably with hoshino's help, of course. she was the only one that... saw him.
his face was passive as he lightly brushed a thumb against ichika's throat, exactly at the place where the collar will be later on. it'd be a shame to see it covered, he thought. she had such soft skin...
he found himself slowly pulling her away from him, watching the way her smile twitched to a frown, eyes darting behind her closed eyes as if desperately searching for someone.
he let out a deep breath as he angled his upper body on top of her, brushing his lips against her neck with love bites and leaving the trail of his tongue to null the brief amount of pain. soon, he would no longer be able to do this.
a soft moan escaped her lips and filled the darkened room, saeki's eyes narrowing just silently, need surging in his stomach.
soon, he would merely think about their night together like this as fond memories --- all memories he has had with her he used as a base to understand how it felt to have happiness taken away from someone, to understand suffering and sadness. with his mother, he did, at one point, care for her; however, not in the magnitude in which he found himself fond of hoshino. his mother never saw him as yuzuru. hoshino, on the other hand,
a large hand cradled her cheek, thumb rubbing against her lips, eyes following the move as if he was an outsider, a puppet tied with strings,
perhaps in another life he'd be able to supply the relationship she desired. the looks she sent his way, the adoration aimed at the police officer she has thought she's grown to know during police academy training, the way her features immediately brightened when she saw him, unafraid to pour her heart out to him with or without alcohol to let out her stress, frustrations, happiness...
he couldn't supply her that. the yuzuru she's in love with doesn't exist, after all.
however, moments like this, moments where she whispers 'i need you' unconsciously in her sleep causing his eyes to widen just briefly, a part of him, as undeserving as he was, as anything that welcomed him in the afterlife was the flaming pits of hell, fancied the thought of being exactly whom she thought he truly was.
would he be happy, he thought? would these fabricated emotions lodged in his chest when he was not playing as zero, the savior, but as saeki, the police officer, be genuine? would this... relationship with hoshino be different?
his ideals, views, plans would not deteriorate from these thoughts. he planned out his desires to rid the world of malice years ago, planned out the individuals he'd use to accomplish this goal, reformed adonis, all before he met her. a tingle of happiness in his darkened soul would not be enough to sway him to give up everything he has ever accomplished. the crying, suffering hearts of the people walking among japan, seeking someone to administer justice for them wouldn't allow it. his beliefs wouldn't allow it. he did not deserve to feel this brief moment of tranquility, but hoshino wasn’t aware of that just yet.
he watched the way her eyes scrunched up just slightly, lips parted --- signs she was slowly waking up, he mused. also a sign he should drop these thoughts for the meantime, to live in the moment, be the saeki that she thought him to be. he found himself leaning in, lips within proximity of her own, watched the way she woke up with heavy lids, looking at saeki's sudden appearance with confusion, observed the way her lips unknowingly moved against his own as if she wanted to voice out a question.
his eyes smiled as he angled his head to fully capture her lips with his own, the taste emitting from her lips addictive, almost as if she was his own aphrodisiac. or perhaps that was the whiskey he still felt in his system, dulling his senses, making her seem more alluring in the moonlight than ever before, making her skin feel as if it was the softest surface he has ever touched.
nonetheless, the way she reciprocated his lip movements lazily, as if disconnected from her sleep-filled thoughts made his heart flutter with those same emotions he toyed with earlier.
he doesn't love her. not in the sense that was so commonly known in romance. but, he couldn't deny the necessity of hoshino's presence in his life, in understanding him, uncovering the truths behind x-day in december, in her bond with him.
he doesn't love her, but perhaps in another life these emotions stemming from his chest when he pulled away, watching her lazy smile as she cradled his face with one of her own hands, the soft touch from her fingers dominating his senses,
perhaps in another life these emotions surging in his chest would be those of 'love'. for now, however, the mask that is yuzuru saeki was all hers until dawn.
#adonischosen#cxm spoilers#[ is this just a repeat of my other drabble who knows i am the queen of repetitiveness ]#[ i need to make more saeki icons ]#[ another not-crack post this is a outrage i need more crack ]
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he really.... had gotten carried away...
when was the last time he even had a birthday for someone precious to him to celebrate? sure, they celebrated others’, but celebrating hoshino ichika’s birthday held so much more to it, there was more meaning, more drive behind his moral-- that had led him to this position. in the detective agency’s humble kitchen, the counters are abounding with several dishes, ranging from not only japanese style food-- to some appetizing looking pasta and he had even tried to experiment with some other cuisines with a cook book he had been gifted for his own birthday last month. yes he was feeding probably six to eight people tonight... but wasn’t this... a bit too much?
yanagi dips a spoon in the sauce of one of the stew’s he’s prepared, bringing it to his lips to taste-- but the flavour is the last thing on his mind. what else was there for him to prepare...? was this really everything? the other boys are out running last minute errands to prepare for hoshino’s birthday party. of course, he had been nominated for cooking-- not like he would’ve entrusted any of them to do so-- the only other person he trusted with cooking was hoshino herself, and he wouldn’t dare let worry about cooking on her own birthday. his eyes wander over the expanse of dishes, and he lets out a repressed sigh. this really was too much...
he had worried that some of them might not be to her liking. of course when he initially picked out the dishes, it was her palette that he had taken into consideration. but as he was shopping for groceries earlier, he realized-- he probably should cook other dishes for the other ridiculously picky eaters that were attending the party. usually he wouldn’t have cared and told them to suck it up, but he also didn’t want to stir up any unnecessary banters later tonight, so might as well resolve any future problems while he still could.
a timer chimes, promptly turning it off, yanagi retrieves a cooling tray where several layers of cake are primly cut, and have cooled down enough to start forming the actual cake itself. he can’t help but heave another weary sigh-- is this really okay? maybe it would’ve been better if he just catered everything so he wouldn’t have to worry-- but at the same time, hoshino seemed like the person to enjoy home cooked meals-- that’s how she was raised, right? aaaaaaaghhh stop worrying yanagi, and ice this goddamn cake already.
with the whipped and strawberries already prepared, he slathers the bottom later with a thin layer of cream, worries still storming through his mind. he had... initially been a bit confident with his doings earlier, but oh how turbulent his thoughts have become. all this dwelling had triggered the thought-- he... he really ought to get to know hoshino more intimately... he didn’t want to have these second thoughts, didn’t want to have these empty holes of unknowing. he wanted to be able to confidently do things in her favour, as much as he wanted to support her career, he wanted to become that within her personal life, within her romantic life-- ah, ah,
how embarrassing for someone his age to have!!! admitted something like that!!! aghast with himself, he occupies his mind (that happens to be overflowing with more and more intimate thoughts of hoshino, with hoshino) with finishing this cake-- because oh had time really gone by that fast? he had only finished the first layer of strawberries, but when he’s placing the next cake layer on top, he hears a rustling by the front door and someone’s shoes clattering against the tiled floor of the genkan. his eyes check the clock, the others weren’t supposed to be here for another twenty minutes-- who had come so early ?
and to his amazement, it had been the birthday girl herself.
yanagi is more than surprised by her appearance, especially as she comes around the corner and peers into the kitchen, where he, in his most utmost grace is still trying to form her cake-- oh great. but! yanagi is quite skilled at improvisation on spot, and he spares hoshino a small laugh, and a nod of his head, beckoning her to come closer. « i didn’t expect the first person to arrive to be you, hoshino. »
« it isn’t a surprise now, is it ? » they had tried to give her a surprise party before, it was.... successful to some extent, but hoshino coming early was a whole other thing-- she probably expected it. « everyone hasn’t come back yet, and i’m still trying to get the cake ready... » yanagi does a small side step, as if asking ichika to fill in beside him with his action, and offers her another laugh, « i know it’s your birthday, but how about you help me do the last preparation steps ? »
as hoshino resumes the cake building, yanagi pauses, and simply stares at her. there are so many things that rush through his mind, that he wants to say, that he wants to tell her, but as their time is running short, for the others are bound to be here soon-- he decides to keep it brief (for now). he bends down to press a firm kiss on her temple,
« happy birthday, hoshino. »
there was so much more he wanted to share with her, but for now, this will suffice.
#adonischosen#{ lost file reports : drabbles }#{ UHHHHHHHHHH ONE MONTH LATE THIS IS FINE }#{ luke shouldn't you be studying for your midterms }#{ yeah but this is when the muse strikes the most }#{ i tagged you because you are the ichika to my yanagi... }#{ but god i hope i still have a grip on my yanagi muse lmfao i've been writing too much hong recently... }
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Examine! Ichika
[ EXAMINE! ] record -
ICHIKA
ichika hoshino. twenty one years old. SRCPO officer. strong-willed, caring, kind-hearted, carries her own ideals of justice and refuses to budge her stance on the matter, even if it shows her ignorance. has one younger brother she’s in rocky terms with. enjoys cooking as a hobby. easy to tease.
if you had to be honest, at first you saw her as a sole suspect for having ties with adonis when you first met her. you thought it was too suspicious that, once you discovered her true identity, that an SRCPO officer was meddling in affairs outside of her jurisdiction. regardless of whether or not she was truly part of adonis, it was fairly obvious that she played some sort of key part in the x-day countdowns, especially if yanagi’s agency took her ’case’.
nevermind the fact that his detective agency was a front, but they were devoted to solving x-day and uncovering adonis. they wouldn’t devote their time or resources to anyone that didn’t relate to the matter. it was just fact.
thus, the belief that she would be able to grant your ’wish’ was born. she was obviously important, precious, someone to possibly protect with your life. you hadn’t seen her as a true human being when you made that discovery — an object, using her as a means to an end; however, during the time you spent with her…
your feelings changed.
you’re unsure when she started picking the cobwebs out of your heart, gluing the pieces together. unsure when her smile brought genuine joy, butterflies bursting in your stomach. unsure when her tears just made you want to lick them all up and claim her as yours. you were polar opposites with her — she was so bright, so vibrant, full of life, lacking in confidence yet determined to try her best regardless. meanwhile you… you were a sinner, hesitated at a crucial moment allowing someone to die in your place, a failure of an SP officer, putting masks and empty smiles on your face, playing everything as an joke, looking for a place to die.
while you enjoyed the memories you’ve obtained while living, you wanted nothing more than to die an memorable death, a death that your… friend was unable to do so, dying such a pitiful way for… you.
she changed that. she changed all of that.
she gave you a reason to enjoy living, to want to live. you want to live with her. want to have hope for a brighter future, with her.
it wasn’t simply love — such a term didn’t hold the amount of magnitude you craved to describe your feelings for her. you like her, love her, desire her, crave her, yearn for her, want her —
you need her.
ichika entered your orbit, you secluded world, vision, thoughts, changing your beliefs…
without her, you were unsure what you’d do with yourself. perhaps die? you weren’t joking when you stated that if she died, you’ll die too. you became that dependent for her life, her smile. nothing else mattered in comparison to her well-being.
you were certain that if you told this to yourself before you have met her, you’d have laughed in disbelief, or ignored yourself entirely.
now, however…
she gave you the strength to move on from your past, to seek happiness even if you still didn’t believe you deserve it. deserve her.
you didn’t know how to fully show her just how much you needed her. words and actions were meaningless. you only hoped she understood regardless, understood from the simple ’i love yous’ to teasing her, to holding her hand, to the pinkie promises under the moonlight ensuring her you’ll protect her with your very life, to touching her, bringing her pleasure, comforting her, holding her when she wanted nothing more than to break down and cry.
you like her. you love her. you need her.
you’re afraid to lose her.
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{ HOSHINO-SAN !
@adonischosen || cont from { x }
No matter how trivial the task may seem to her, for an officer like him, it still warrants watching out for her! Of course, due to the entirety of the situation, maybe he should have been more... subtle about looking out for her, but it’s not like their job is a secret to her, and Okazaki and Yoshinari both know well that it’s best to stay vigilant.
And... even though these had been orders, really, he wants to make sure she’s good to go!
“Please, it’s my job! And I really don’t mind. Making sure you’re safe and sound is my top priority,” Hideaki says, beaming, “Not that you can’t handle a grocery run, but I’ve got your back just in case!”
One of these days he’s going to talk himself into a hole with her too. If he... hasn’t already.
It’s a rough... job. And honestly, he’s not the best at holding back his tongue when there’s something he has to say! That’s probably why he gets “punished” so often but... that’s not the point!
He hadn’t intended to follow her in, just hold the door open for her, stand watch outside, and open it again when she left. He didn’t want to intrude too much on every aspect of her life, after all… She deserves privacy..! But, she… stops? Go on, it’s okay, Hoshino-san! Shop to your heart’s content!
Her fingers grip his sleeve, and he very quickly finds himself unable to fight back at all, being pulled along by her slow walk as the door shuts behind him. “If it’s fine, then I’d love to help out, Hoshino-san!” This would probably be a good time to go ahead and grab some food for himself too… that isn’t Okazaki’s palate.
Besides, this is... also part of the job, right? Since he’s gotten the okay to stand by her side and keep watch, then he should take it!
Wait… help her pick out what she makes for dinner? A homemade dinner… by someone like her? Something normal? He’s sure it’d be really good! But what can he say, when just the prospect of helping her out… Doesn’t a chef want to stay in charge of their meal?
“For dinner… I think…” He pauses… Wow! He’d really think anything would sound good… but if they’re being practical, then it shouldn’t be something too expensive or time-consuming, right? More for! “I think it doesn’t have to be anything too complicated! It shouldn’t be! Even simple things can taste really good with lots of heart put into them, and it still won’t be anything weird like what Okazaki-senpai would make me buy...”
He very quickly glances around, just in case, even if he knows he’d likely be able to sort of know if he was around. Maybe... “But it’s you that’s making it, Hoshino-san, so I don’t doubt that it’ll taste good, no matter what! I don’t even have to have the cooking itself to think that!”
#{ ;; as an SP officer it's my job to work with and defend the highest detail; threads#{ ;; adonischosen 001#adonischosen#{ ;; don't worry! i've got your back and your snacks!; ic#{ ;; v fluffy like cotton candy this is beyond just puppy love; yoshinari route#//hideaki 'observant but way too talkative' yoshinari reporting#//I HOPE THIS IS OK ARI I'M !!
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回 = patching a wound .
send a symbol for:回 = patching a wound .
「SP」
His eyes widen as soon as he spots the woman--however, panic soon takes over his calm expression as he sees blood soaked into her uniform’s sleeve. The noisy police office seems to tune out as he stares at the other’s arm–a shallow cut since she wasn’t taken to the ER. While he knows this, it doesn’t stop his stride from speeding up to stand in front of the seated officer. His body soon crouches to take a better look at the cut, as his lips press harshly into a thin line.
“Ichika-chan...” His voice is quiet, as his calloused fingers take the alcohol soaked cotton ball from her fingers--a silent request to let him help. His eyes can see she was fine, but seeing her wounded and bleeding made him feel like hands were around his throat, suffocating him.
His arm had begun to ache, like he was the one wounded with such a shallow cut.
She was fine. She was fine--
He just needed her voice to reassure him she was still here with him.
“......I’m going to clean it, ok?” The SP says after he finds his voice again. His mind whirls with questions; namely where was he, and how could he let this happen? It was unfair to himself, he knew, but his mental state would never let him get off easy if she of all people were hurt.
Maybe he should just follow her around 24/7.
“Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop.”
#adonischosen#「X; V: MAIN」#(kei voice: I should be the one cut k than ks)#(so ichika gets cut while on patrol ma y be )#(couldnt think of anything els e//shOT)
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❛ You went to a party without me? ❜
° • ？ （ ＱＵＥＳＴＩＯＮ ＳＥＮＴＥＮＣＥ ＳＴＡＲＴＥＲＳ．
Despite the fact that he could hardly stand on his feet, let alone walk, he would not admit that he was wasted. Sure he had a lot to drink, but nah, he was totally fine guys. No worries. Oh, and please don’t fret over the fact that he’s leaning against a wall; looking as if he was ready to fall over at any moment. It’s absolutely not the reason he’s currently standing, obviously.
“ Ah! Hoshino! Haha, sorry sorry! I can take you to our bar to make up for! ”
Because, yes, that’s what he needs; more alcohol. Eh, he has good intentions though, at least there’s that. Typically he would invite her along to these events; however, Hoshino seemed so focus on her work that he didn’t want to disturb her. Seeing how she’s free now, well, now he could bug the crap out of her.
“ You need a breather anyways! Relax~ have some fun! ”
#adonischosen#sorry for the delay!#ic | ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ “ʷᵉⁱʳᵈ” ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵃⁿᵉʷ#V. Officer | ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵘᵖ ʰᵃᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗᵃᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ⁱⁿᵃᵈᵉqᵘᵃᵗᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ#asks | ᵂᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵍᵉ ʳᵉˢᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵒʳˢ ᵒⁿ ˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ
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"Oh--" The two letters and their startled sound escapes her lips when she sees him in the doorway. "I umm... got you some coffee, it should help with that hang over."
“hoshino…. you’re my hero.”
saeki looked manly — or as manly as one could look like with a hangover and the thought his life was about to end when one drank as much as he did the night prior, not to mention naked. one of saeki’s pastimes was drinking until he passed out, and… well. he sure did black out after a while. he didn’t even shy away from the fact that ichika was seeing his bare body, such a matter the least of his worries when he has this headache. fuck. it didn’t even register in his mind that she sounded startled at seeing him up and about.
he chugged the coffee as quickly as he could without burning his tongue, wincing just briefly from the bitter coffee taste. ugh. he could feel it aiding his hangover in a way, however, and it helped that it was ichika especially that went out of her way to obtain some coffee for him.
“you’re a good friend, ya know?” he replies, after a moment, placing a hand against his head rubbing subtly as if it’ll rid him of his killer hangover, a small smile (with a wince) gracing his features as he stared at her; however, the smile died out slowly as he noticed the amounts of hickeys decorating her neck, tousled hair, and was that his shirt?
“fuck,” he whispered under his breath, making the connection rather quickly, hastily looking away. he couldn’t… recall the events of last night, but that’d explain why he’s not wearing anything and…
he finally took a gauge at his surroundings; they were definitely not in his empty apartment. fuck. he knew something was off when he woke up, but his hangover didn’t give him much room for concentration, impulsively deeming it a bigger concern than being in a girl’s apartment. goddammit.
“hoshino, i’m…” sorry that i fucked you while batshit drunk? forgot having sex with you? probably passed out on you as soon as we finished the deed? hogged your bed? made you wake up with the revelation you just had sex with one of your academy friends?
he groaned loudly instead, empty coffee mug hanging limply on his side, covering his face with his free hand. this… wasn’t part of the plan. how careless was he?
“did you… at least finish?” he inquires, lamely, voice muffled by his palm. god, he was an absolute idiot.
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adonischosen:
As excited as she was about SRCPO being cleared to work in the Investigations HQ, nothing could prepare her for the massive dossier that was given to her for review. The minutia of detail within each case file documented was overwhelming, but she’s determined to review them. It’s not only for the greater scope of solving X-Day crimes, but for herself as well–her own life is also at stake.
The reception that she had received from the detectives working in the investigations HQ was less than welcoming. She hadn’t expected a warm welcome, her department was leagues below field detectives, but she had hoped SRCPO would be treated with some decency. She can still feel their apprehensive stares upon her back, their low whispers about her department when they realized she was from SRCPO, and being snubbed by them wasn’t the best feeling either. But Ichika I remains unwavering—this isn’t for them she reminds herself. Their dubious glares gives her even more reason to push herself, to show that she’s worthy in participating in the investigations just as any of them are, and she immediately puts herself to work.
Ichika rouses to a low chuckle coupled with a softly spoken ‘Hoshino-san’ right next to her. She opens her eyes, gradually registers the fact that she’s currently slumped over her desk at work. She hasn’t been sleeping well, recurring flashes of black and red plague her dreams, waking her in a cold sweat. But even with her lack of sleep, she didn’t think that she would be so careless as to fall asleep while at work. But that voice—her cheek is still pressed against the documents when it dawns on her that the voice doesn’t belong to Saeki or even Mochida, but someone else entirely. Ichika lifts her head, verdant eyes wide at her visitor.But what she doesn’t realize are the creases and transfer of red ink in a small ‘X’ stamped on her cheek from resting upon the pages far too long. “C-commissioner Minegishi…” she sits up, attempts to look as composed as possible, until he speaks.
“You were making funny faces when you were sleeping.”
A flush paints her cheeks, even though she had begged it not to, hands move to cup her either side of her face, shifting to card through her bangs and tuck her chestnut fringes behind her ears. “I—I must’ve fallen asleep while reviewing these cases,” she says with a nervous laugh, her gaze trained on the beige folders and papers on her desk, verdant eyes flickering up momentarily to gauge his expression. “I’m sorry sir… I didn’t mean to—“she trails, hands busily work to gather the scattered papers on her desk in attempt to tidy them.
He’d walked in saying her name; the intention to get her attention and ask her a question, if she was still around. However he’d stopped mid-call when met with the gazes of others not Hoshino, and saw her instead curled over her desk. It surely must be uncomfortable like that, and he can’t on his good conscience leave her there - he understands her desire to push herself (it’s for much the same reason as any of them), but he thinks she may be taking it a little too far. Exhausting oneself doesn’t solve more problems than it creates. He moves closer, standing beside her desk and tucking his documents under his arm.
At first, he laughs - he keeps it low, and then accompanies it with a “Hoshino-san.” For all she works herself to the bone, one can certainly say she’s relaxed when she’s asleep - the sight is almost comical, but it’s unfair to her should anyone else see it and choose to tease her about it. He can certainly name someone who would pounce on the chance just like the cat he prances around to be.
Of course, he informs her of what happened - he can’t resist at least poking a little fun at her for it (he didn’t want her getting too worried that he may be upset with her for slacking, or something of the sort). Well, she seemed to harbour that concern anyway. “Hoshino-san,” he starts again, now that she’s in the world of the living, “please don’t--” he cuts himself off, finds himself barely holding back a grin as he promptly places his documents to one side (the neighbouring desk the opportune spot, while it was empty), and fishes a handkerchief from his pocket.
“Hold still a moment.” he says, and uses the handkerchief in an attempt to wipe off the ink on her cheek; gently, of course. “Hmm...” After a few wipes, he pulls away. He points to his own cheek, and the document atop the pile with the red cross on it with his other hand, “you had an imprint. I apologise for taking the initiative, that might have been considered an invasion of privacy. Here,” he offers her the handkerchief he was using, “it’s not quite gone yet, but I didn’t want to be too rough.”
Letting her continue, he picks his document back up. “In any case, please don’t worry about these case reviews now. It’s getting late. Call it a day, if you’d like.” He doesn’t want to force her in either direction - he knows she’s working in earnest, but he would like to encourage her to get some rest, when there will be her SRCPO duties on top of these as of the morning. Plus, if Adonis strike once more, things could once again become chaotic for Investigations. “Have you eaten yet? If not then may I suggest we both retire for something?” He would likely have to return to work after, but if he makes sure Ichika is fed and escorted home safely, it will be one less thing to worry about.
Not that he worries about it that often.
#{ ic; }#adonischosen#[ SLAMS MY HANDS DOWN ]#[ grabs your face in my hands ari i'm gonna go down with them ]#[ hello welcome to cxm where minegishi just casually asks everyone out to dinner ]
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[ @adonischosen! ]
"hoshino, here, i got you a matching pair."
with their height difference, it was rather easy to put on the mascot ears headband on her head, saeki quickly combing his fingers through her hair in order to even out her hair style and not receive a complaint of him purposefully messing up her hair (him? do that? when has he ever?). a grin formed on his face as he took a step back and admired his handiwork, quickly placing his own headband on top of his head with no care of the world. to any stranger outside, they'd definitely look like a couple on a date.
not that saeki cared about such things deep down --- anyone, and her for that matter, can interpret this outing as much as they'd like. he wanted to spend some time with her, and what better setting to see more of her reactions than an amusement park? at a place lively and brimming with activity such as this, it was easy for him to maintain the persona she has grown so close to. that, and he could... enjoy himself?
such a feeling was odd for him to think about, but he couldn't deny that the amusement park's brimming music and colorful flashing lights, with her by his side was making the grin on his face slightly genuine.
"man, you look cute with it on, hoshino! i'm no match for you." saeki let out a laugh as he made his way to grab her hand, fingers entwining with her own as if such an action was second nature to him, although in this case it was more-so since the park was packed and he didn't want to lose sight of her. or perhaps he simply wanted to touch her? he didn’t think too much into it.
he originally invited her out here to see more of her positive reactions, after all. her job seemed particularly stressful on her lately... perhaps it was due to the calls from the latest x-day countdown, the blown up schoolroom requested by akito sera for revenge. saeki did have his own hands full at the police box’s post, but it was fairly easy for him to switch shifts with a coworker to align a day off with hoshino’s. it wouldn’t do him any good to have her break down from stress, not when he has yet to show all his pawns.
surely a scenario such as this, for her to unwind would lift her spirits, especially with her... best friend.
nonetheless, he took out the pamphlet he snagged when they first met up, silently urging hoshino to hold onto the other end as he opened the map up and scanned its contents,
"let's see... there's roller coasters, go-karts, some other kinds of attractions... lots of restaurants... a miniature shopping mall... even a merry go round? how old school. i like it," he paused in his observation, glancing at hoshino from the side, an inquisitive look prominent on his face,
"where do you wanna go first? i'll let you pick 'cuz i'm such a gentleman~~ i did get paid the other day, so for once i can treat you to lunch whenever you’re hungry! we’re on a date, after all." he winked briefly, then let out a small laugh at his own antics, “i’m excited~~ let’s have some fun together.”
truthfully, none of the rides particularly appealed to him. but, with her as company... perhaps they'll be more enjoyable than if he was alone.
#adonischosen#adonischosen.01#[ boy i hope dis is ok ari ]#[ i wasn't sure where 2 put this 4 the timeline but i made it b4 august's x-day event so the quarantine hasn't happened yet ]#cxm spoilers#[ kinda ]#[ idek anymore ]#[ sobbu ]
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🎤 + Yanagi's feelings towards Ichika
interrogation : start !
fucking god this was an eight minute ramble about yanagi towards ichika…. i am so sorry OTL;;
#adonischosen#{ message received }#{ I STILL... DON'T LIKE HOW I TALKED ABOUT IT }#{ ME RAMBLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN WILL I SHUT UP !!!!!!!!!! }#{ buy my silence permanently }
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Examine! Your shoes
EXAMINE ! - INTEREST: YOUR SHOES
In comparison to other people’s shoes, yours are rather different. They tell of a tale of travel, of these are the only shoes the men you work for will provide you, since it’s not like you really can go shopping, because what money do you have? And it’s not like you really know how to shop full here, because what experience do you have?
Still, as you look down at your shoes, you find that you really do like them. Perhaps it’s because you’re used to them, or perhaps it’s because they’re another part of you, with history, and trials, and scuffs from hard work, that you cannot help it.
Tup!
Yes, your shoes are yours alone.
You wonder how Kyrie-san found a pair so fitting, or even how he figured out your shoe size, when you didn’t even, really know it yourself. Before this, back with your sister, which already feels so hazy, so different, you wore sturdy boots, with the hopes you wouldn’t trip up at all, but here, you get cute, delicate strapped shoes. They’re very fitting of a city, though some would say they’re a bit rustic, probably not from this area, commonly, at least.
When you compare your shoes to the other girl in the room, all you can really think about is how fitting hers are to her, and yours are to you. Shoes are, somehow, very magical, despite being simply covers for your feet. Coordination goes a long way, but now, now you’re fascinated by this little thing, something that may, perhaps, relieve the air.
Or, maybe not, since you just state your question, enthusiasm and all, without considering much else. You also really want to be friends with her!
“Oh!! Hoshino… Ichika-san,” you say, smiling brightly, “Maybe we’re the same size, if you’d want to try them on?” You point to your shoes after realizing that you weren’t being specific, and the question out of the blue does cause a pause of wonder, “I think they’d look cute on you too!”
#adonischosen#{ ;; v no matter the bounds that tie her malice will never guide her; collar x malice verse#{ ;; i have to keep all my memories from now on!; drabbles#{ ;; i have to wait to sunday to talk to you... but i want to..!; queue
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Hands, gaze, warm
A woman’s heart is so… complex. Onemoment, her eyes are locked with determination, her stance tall, but the next,she’s a puddle, a soft fluff of cotton candy. So sweet and inviting… It’s his job to protect his charge, and she… for the time being, she’s become it. So long as she’s involved with Yanagi and the others, Okazaki won’t mind, will he?
No… he’d probably tease him about the whole thing.
At first he thought that he might crack under pressure, under just the nerves of the scenario and this job. They up in that ‘detective’ officer of theirs all put something of belief in her, and she hadn’t read threatening in her actions, just… concerned, confused, determined, and she kept coming back.
She keeps coming back.
And he sees her, his eyes trailing her as she moves along, just briefly, before he lets out a soft sigh.
She’s really pretty…
He’s quickly snapped back to reality by ‘friendly’ banter courtesy of Okazaki. Right… he has some time to do something, and this order is just the chance he can take! He’d really rather not go on another weird snack run, but man, Okazaki’s strong to willingly stomach all that and… there’s something Yoshinari saw that he wanted to buy…
…as a gift for her.
There’s a lot on her mind, he thinks, so it’s the least he can do! One special treat, coming right up! It’s exciting to him too, the grin on his face is unmatched, and he’ll bear the backlash of it later (not that others hadn’t already caught on. Off duty, Yoshinari is an unfortunately obvious case when certain matters are in play). Right now, he has to hurry!
He truly does rush, far across the city to where some of the biggest sellers of the weird foods lay. None of that is for her, but he reluctantly picks up the deep-fried garlic ice cream he spots on the way in, intending it to be the next venture of his fate. But where is the kind he thinks… that could maybe help cheer her up.
It’s a long shot, but anything’s good as gold here!
Eyes so usually so dedicated to picking out the smallest details now scour this shop’s shelves for the prize he so seeks, something unique, but actually sweet. He saw it just a few days ago, but it… It can’t be sold out. It can’t be!
Bingo..!
Swiftly, he grabs the treasure of the day and moves to pay, “Yeah, yeah, I know that one probably is something you should be careful around others for a few days after, thank you so much for still having these!” And away he goes! He doesn’t want to miss his window, this opportunity may not be easily upon him even the next day!
Yoshinari wants to walk Ichika home and give this to her! No time to wrap it, but he, after giving the ice cream to Okazaki and saying with certainty that he has to be the one to offer Ichika an escort, certainty in his stare, he’s let off. For now.
It seems he makes it right on time too, phew. Even if his breathing is a little quicker now, just from worry and hurry, it’s fine. He can try to get a smile out of her today!
“Why, if it isn’t Hoshino-san!” He certainly sounds excited, “If you don’t mind, I’ll be the one walking you home today!” He’s been doing it more often lately. “And ta-dah! This is for you!” Finally, he presents the bag containing his hand-picked, sweet gift to her.
Gosh he hopes she likes it… it’s novelty, maybe, and not common, idea and vending wise, so it might be a little different than she’s accustomed to, especially since she’s really into home-cooking instead… which he does want to try sometime. From how she talks about it, it must be really good. But he promises this is nothing grossly weird like most of the stuff Okazaki tends to try out.
His heart skips a beat. How can it not when how she reached out to retrieve it went.
Perhaps it’s by mistake, or maybe she did so to thank him, but as the warmth of her hand brushes and places atop his own, he meets her gaze. Thankful, reborn, resolute, but kind, genuine, a candle flickering and illuminating a beautiful piece of stained glass.
“It’s… chocolate-covered cotton candy! I thought it was really unique,” like you, “and sweet too! Nothing like the stuff Okazaki-senpai usually makes me buy.” He closes his eye and twitches, remembering the trap he’s already set into, “But I really hope you like it, Hoshino-san. There’s a lot that been weighing ya down, right? I wanted to cheer you right back up, even for a little.”
Chocolate-covered cotton candy, strawberry flavored… maybe I should have gotten flowers too… Would that have been too much? Maybe… Maybe for now, it is… There’s still so much more she needs to do. He can see it housed in these eyes of hers, her fluffy air never backing down to her sense of duty. Hoshino is easy to talk to. She makes him feel at ease, but also like he’s flying really high.
He wants to protect this warmth, this gaze. He’s come into this program to protect important people; just his luck he would find someone he likes that. Does he have a chance? Will she also talk about what an amazing friend he is and leave it at that?
Does he mind, so long as he can support her?
Not really, he thinks, as their hands separate and she claims the bag for her own. It’s fine no matter what, so long as she’s safe and happy! That’s his job… to defend what the future needs.
Truly, her heart is complicated. She’s not hard to read, her ideals, goals, valor, and presence boosted up on a platter. Yet a puzzle to place together is what Yoshinari still finds within her. He’s fluttering as she smiles up at him. He really, might actually melt! Still… even with all that, he wants to actually hold her hand… silly, right?
Is this what some would call a true love of his own?
#adonischosen#{ ;; it's my job to tail protect and report so here's the write up!; drabbles#{ ;; so warm and strong... i promise to protect you with all the strength i can muster so thank you for choosing me; ichika and hideaki#//wh!!!!#//WHHHHHH!!!!#//ahem so anyway still trying to figure things out but this gentle puppy... so sweet...#//dokidoki don't u know ilu ari#//THIS IS MESSY LMAO I'M SOR BUT SLAMS i think... they'd be so cute...#long post //#//RRRR GOT... CARRIED AWAY IT'S LIKE 1000+ WORDS LMAO
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"Okazaki-san... I don't think I'm ready to smarm yet. I mean... I don't mean I will never be ready... but it's just too soon."
「SP」
“Don’t worry Ichika-chan–if you aren’t ready now, I’ll wait until you’re ready to smarm.” The officer replies cheerily, a chuckle following his words. He gave the other’s hand a gentle squeeze, before bringing it up to his lips for a quick peck.
“…Try not to tease me too much, okay?”
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