{ Somehow managed to get Shinya's drafts down to five after so long. Hopefully I can end up finishing the rest of them at some point because I wanna clear Shinya out already so I can move onto another blog. }

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☾ — TO SAY THAT EVERYONE WAS EXPECTED TO BE ABLE TO HANDLE THE TASKS GIVEN TO THEM WITHOUT ANY ISSUE WAS AN UNDERSATEMENT WITHIN THE JAPANESE IMPERIAL DEMON ARMY, in fact, often times… if one was not able to successful preform the task given, their dependability would drop and they would either end up working elsewhere within the army or used as vampire bait when such a time for the need would arise. Yet despite this, not everyone could properly carry out their orders, especially that of the younger recruits. Usually they fell short when it came to things like combat compared to the adults or higher ranked working within the army, which was likely to be expected given the circumstances, but sometimes the young ones managed to surprise their superior officers with their abilities, thus earning them a possible safe spot within the masses of the other foot soldiers. But… this situation wasn’t exactly like that. No, the task at hand wasn’t anything combat related in the slightest, but instead mere housework as most would call it. Helping the wounded within the infirmary, helping to cook meals for those who had just returned from battle, working in the few farm fields they had, tending to the laundry of the army, or simply restocking supplies and fetching others from the various storage rooms.

☾ — He had only managed to happen upon her by sheer chance, BUT AS HE WAS PASSING THROUGH THE HALLWAY, he managed to see a rather short female soldier trying her hardest to reach the few items placed upon the highest shelf within the storage room. To say that her struggling was cute would prove inappropriate — especially given the fact he was supposed to be serious around his underlings — so instead he quietly enters the room just enough for her to see him within her peripheral vision. There’s a small wave of the hand to get her attention, but instead of looking at him (perhaps due to embarrassment from being caught in such a situation or simply because she was too focused on her task), she simply mouths the words ‘help’ towards him — so without much effort, Shinya reaches up and over the blonde female — grabbing onto the remaining few items before handing them over to her.

☾ — “Here you go,” HIS WORDS COME FORTH RATHER CHEERFULLY, “We all appreciate your enthusiasm to preform your tasks on your own, but perhaps next time it would be wise to bring someone taller with you? Or maybe just bring a step ladder?” There’s a short but breathy laugh that manages to escape the lips that were pressed into a smile on his face, free hand then coming to rest upon Elyon’s head before giving it a few good ruffles of the hair.

fact one you’ve known him since you were ten and the girls started to call his curls cute and the dimples around the corner of his mouth cheeky but you always stared a little too long at the way he bit his lips when thinking too hard

fact two in time you grow inseparable and people don’t know where your name starts and his name ends, and you feel more like a whole and less like a half

fact three you were always too fond of the softness of his belly and the way he brightened up when you called his name

fact four his girlfriend doesn’t like you because you’re too close, too intimate, too devoted but you cannot remember a time where you haven’t been his all along

fact five when he asked you what you want from love you almost said his name

fact six you’re nineteen when you realize you want to be loved by him a little more than friends probably should

fact seven the first time you tell him you love him, you’re drunk

fact eight the first time he tells you he loves you, he’s sober, but he has always been the brave one of you two

fact nine kissing him feels a lot like dying and coming back to life again and you don’t want to stop

fact ten you’ve never felt eternity but when he takes your hand or kisses your temple you think that you can almost taste it

☾ — "If you desire my full support in not ratting you out immediately... yes. You have to tell me."

☾ — THERE'S A SURPRISINGLY STERN EXPRESSION FOUND UPON THE MALE'S FACE. Something many believed uncharacteristic about him, but a rather normal sight to those that truly knew him both inside and out, because he too could be serious as well. As serious as Kureto even, or possibly as someone without a heart.

☾ — Though in truth, DUE TO THE FACT CROSSEYRA DIDN'T KNOW HIM THAT WELL, he tried not to show such a serious side of himself, hence why he merely lets out a sigh, watching silently as she hide behind his clothing. Shinya couldn't help the rather smug smile that slowly began to spread across his features as he heard her explain. He honestly should have expected as much from the other.

☾ — "I can't say that I disagree with that notion there." THE LAUGH THAT MANAGES TO ESCAPE ISN'T DONE ON PURPOSE, but actually something he was trying to hold deep within. Antics like this often reminded him of his younger years. "You really don't know how to hold your tongue, especially not when it comes down to your superior officers it sounds like. I wouldn't worry too much, even if she's looking for you, she won't come into my room without my permission."

☾ — Despite saying all that, HE STILL DECIDES TO CLIMB INTO THE WOODEN WARDROBE WITH THE OTHER, wrapping an arm around her waist.

☾ — "Though that won't stop me form keeping you trapped here with me now, after all, you did interrupt my work session, if you so recall~."

❝D-Do I have to tell about the horrible awful thing I did?❞

The dimensions of Shinya Hiragi's body completely overwhelmed her. She had always been petite compared to the rest, skinny and bonny shoulders and no breasts to show proudly to the world, to gain some confidence in front of dire situations. As Shinya grew bigger, Cross became smaller.

Her hands, by instinct alone, found respite in the clothes stored inside the big wardrobe, pushing the hanging fabric closer to her, hiding all but her face from the Major general. Crosseyra's bashful expression was framed carefully by his jackets and gabardines. She bathed her eyes perhaps five times in the span of one second.

❝I evidently have the manners of an untrained dog.❞ The heart in her chest was pounding at full force, wary of any sounds coming from outside the albino's office. She clutched the fabrics tighter. ❝The horrible awful is I messed up a handful of reports, had to endure a conference with the Colonel and I might have said something about... her sister, which I happened to teach, and... the Hiragis.❞

Aoi kind of deserved it.

❝She might spare my life, but at the cost of a few fingers, perhaps, or my tongue.❞

maniacal-namanari​:

It was simple. Akio didn’t want anything. Why did Shinya always want to get him something? Christmas is just another pointless holiday to teach children to be even more greedy than they already are. The only thing that Kureto could give Akio that would be better than anything would be his attention. If Shinya really wanted to get Akio something, get him Kureto. Shinya knew well what Akio desired from him. He just won’t give into him though. The raven really didn’t mind getting nothing every Christmas. He had more fun knowing that everyone else was happy. Of course, that didn’t stop Guren from getting him many of things he has a lot of already…

“It doesn’t matter what you meant… That’s the way it sounded. It’s fine. People always treat me like I’m slow anyway… So, I’m used to it.” Akio pushed the paper inside the notebook and closed it with a small smacking sound from the papers hitting each other. It really did hurt knowing that others thought so lowly of him. Just because he couldn’t feel doesn’t mean he’s a monster, right? It’s honestly funny how others don’t understand that they’re the reason he’s this so-called “monster.”

☾ — PERHAPS HE SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED AS MUCH? Akio was always a stubborn child. He’d known that from the very moment he was born. Not to mention the fact that he never seemed all that fond of Shinya in the slightest. Or at least he wasn’t fond of him becoming his step-father due to the fact that Guren ended up marrying Shinya in the end. The little raven never had an issue with him when he simply served as his mentor, was always willing to listen. In fact… he liked to believe that he and his student had a good relationship up until recently. Now the other barely listened. Never wanted anything to do with the older male unless for missions. All Shinya could really do was keep treating him as he always had. Hopefully one day he’d warm up to him, even if said desire was going to be nothing but a long ways off.

☾ — “Listen.” he starts with a soft yet stern tone of voice when speaking to the child, “I’m not calling you slow and you know that for a fact. All I’m saying is that there isn’t an issue doing things how you wish to do them.” SHINYA LEANED BACK IN HIS CHAIR AS A SMALL HUFF MANAGED TO ESCAPE FROM SLIGHTLY PARTED LIPS, right hand pushing his bangs back from his face so now his hair had a tousled look. He was fully aware of how people within human society treated the young child. It was the exact same way that the Hīragi had treated him when he had been adopted into their nuclear family. Perhaps that was why Shinya had grown so attached to his step-son so quickly, not even hesitating to take him in as his pupil. He saw vast amounts of potential in the boy and he was certain that everyone else knew that as well.

"So, is there anything you want for Christmas~?" The white-haired male asked the small child as he sat down beside him, holding a cup of coffee in one of his hands and a notebook in another. (@whitetiger-byakkomaru)

Akio wasn’t one to ask for Christmas presents. There wasn’t much that the child wanted. Just living was good enough for him. Glancing over at Shinya from the kitchen table, Akio just stood and watched. The raven had been working on his homework for the past hour. It wasn’t that he was struggling it was more or less that he kept getting distracted by everything. Akio desperately tried to hide all his bruises and cuts on his face from everyone. His job was harder than he thought. Was power something you could get for Christmas?

“No… I’m fine. I don’t desire anything of the sort. Thanks for asking.” His voice drowned out, leaving everything silent.

{ Not me listening to the Arcane: League of Legends OST while I'm trying to write things out for Shinya.

Honestly, I can see Shinya listening to stuff like this all throughout his teenaged/high school years, especially since I headcanoned Shinya to be somewhat troublesome for the Hīragi family while he was growing up with them (sometimes he ran away like a rebellious teen and caused trouble, sometimes he'd pull pranks and then blame them on someone else). }

☾ — ONE'S ROOM WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PLACE OF PRIVACY, a place where one could go to retire when the day's struggles were over, a place that was supposed to be off-limits to all of those around them unless invited to join; yet, that didn't seen to register within the crimson haired woman's mind. She had barged her way in. Just like Goshi often did, or sometimes even Mito as well.

☾ — "W... Wait— just what exactly is the usual for you? What the hell could you have possibly done to Aoi?" he was just about to close the door, but after hearing her say that, he's quick to place his hand in the way so the entry way to the door was now blocked by his body, now casting a somewhat large shadow over the other's body and facial features.

☾ — "If she comes in here looking for you, she'll at least knock on the door before coming inside. You know, unlike you did."

A room befitting of a Hiragi; she saw the glimpse of that thought quickly tossed into the trash with all the rest of her prior preoccupations, mind rewinding over and over again until she came to the conclusion she just needed to be off the radar for a while... (say, a month hiding in Shinya's wardrobe. Was it possible? Didn't matter, it had to be done).

❝Oh, you know, just the usual in this lovely place we call home,❞ she nervously said, words crashing against each other, tiny and helpless inside the wooden forniture and among the selection of clothes lord Hiragi still had in his possessions, attires she had never seen him use not once.

❝If Colonel Sangu comes looking for me, you say I just threw myself out of the window. I'M NOT HERE.❞

☾ — HE HADN'T BEEN EXPECTING COMPANY AT THIS HOUR, hence why he had decided to take the time to work on some backed up paperwork he owed his eldest brother, after all... it wasn't wise to keep information from him. Yet instead of relaxing within the silence of his quarters, he's startled with the sudden entrance of Crosseyra Rowan — and by the looks of it, she appeared to be rather frazzled. Thus why he's quick to rise from his place at the small corner table within his room, quietly making his way over to the smaller female (while also managing to knock a majority of his papers onto the floor by mistake) before placing his hand against the small of her back, guiding her away from the door and over to the large wooden wardrobe just across the room from his bed.

☾ — "Here," he ushers the words in a rushed tone of voice, HANDS QUICKLY PULLING THE DUAL WOODEN DOORS OPEN AS HE CAREFULLY HELPS HER INSIDE, "I don't know what it is that you've managed to do that needs hiding, but you have a lot of explaining to do once you're in the clear. Understood?" Just what in god's name happened for her to need hiding?

She slammed the door behind her, not even knocking, not even saying a proper hello to the Major General of the JIDA. She just went straight inside, pushing the door closed with the weight of her petite back. The entrance shut. No idea what the hell Shinya Hiragi was ideally working on before she entered so ruthlessly to his office, however, Crosseyra stared at him with biblically accurate fear in her eyes.

❝ Hide me,❞ she began, more like begging. ❝ HELP ME HIDE. ❞

( @whitetiger-byakkomaru ) SHINYA HIRAGI, RANDOM STARTER I PULLED OUT OF MY ASS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.

WARNING: This blog will have tons of triggering content so proceed at your own discretion!

Hello and welcome to my blog! My name is Speka and this is my lovely little blog for the character Shinya Hīragi, from the franchise Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End!

Please be aware that I DO NOT affiliate with the Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End fandom (anymore) and DO NOT always portray Shinya as he should be from said series! Instead, I have somewhat created my own version of Shinya that is 100% mainly affiliated with my multimuse blog @chronosbled (due to having a pair of OCs I've crafted as his biological parents) and with a select few I have as very close friends. This version of Shinya is strictly my own creation and therefore is very different from the original source material. That being said, the vibe that I am going for with Shinya is now more mystical/mystery based (such as his actual origins and such), so if you have a problem with that, I suggest you leave now. Additionally, the only Owari no Seraph characters that will be affiliated with my version of Shinya are the one’s that I also muse (such as @historical-painting), therefore he will behave as if he does not know your muse — this excludes @lendmeyourpower, @vygiler, @anomieheld, and @childoflegend.

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Note: Mun has extremely severe insomnia and thus often has spotty activity and response time. Often times she does not sleep for more than a few hours at a time, generally being unable to properly fall asleep and is always in a state of being half awake when actually sleeping (additionally is a naturally light sleeper). She has so much trouble sleeping to the point she can talk to people on the other side of the world (where it is now morning) and still not be able to sleep afterwards. Mun is always in a permanent state of exhaustion despite seeming upbeat. Please be patient.

How long have you been in love with Guren?

☾ — "I don't see how that's any of your business?" As if he would be the one to divulge such sensitive information to someone that he didn't even know, especially when he knows exactly what would become of such a thing should certain people find out. "Why not try asking me something else instead that doesn't involve me giving up sensitive information~?"

☾ — "Ahaha, that sounds like a pretty tempting offer~. How could I ever refuse~?"

❝ Haha, you’re both pretty funny, and my hands are still free. ❞

☾ — He's just going to sit and watch the situation going on between Guren and Crosseyra. "If you won't kiss her, I certainly will~. She's pretty after all."

I see the bite marks Shinya. Is it true Guren is a vampire now? How can you stand keeping him alive by letting him feed off of you?

☾ — "I don't see how anything I've done is any of your business." Whoever was this person anyway and why did they think they could simply speak to him in such a manner? Regardless, it wasn't like he had to explain anything to anyone, especially when it wasn't a requirement. "I suggest you go about your business before you suddenly go missing."

He walks among us, but he is not one of us...

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☾ — IT WAS OBVIOUS THAT GUREN WAS STILL WORRIED ABOUT THE OTHER. He could tell simply from the way he was behaving, but truthfully, he should have expected this much from the raven. He had always spent so much time worrying about him ever since the two of them had become friends in high school.

☾ — Though now was much different than how it had been back then. NOW SHINYA HAD TO WORRY MORE ABOUT GUREN AND HIS SITUATION.

☾ — THE LONG BIT OF SILENCE BETWEEN THEM WAS ENOUGH TO MAKE SHINYA SIGH DESPITE EVERYTHING THE TWO OF THEM HAD TALKED ABOUT PREVIOUSLY. The other was probably thinking of ways to handle this on his own. Just like he had always done since their teenaged years. But he wanted things to be different, he wanted Guren to be able to actually depend of him for something other than having his back in battles, even if that meant he had to give his support by feeding him with his own blood.

☾ — He refused to lose Guren a second time, THERE WAS JUST NO WAY.

☾ — "I feel fine, Guren." SHINYA REASSURED FIRMLY, very obviously showing the other he was fine, sitting up and waving his arms around is a somewhat wild manner without over exerting himself. "You don't have to worry about anything, you know I'm not as fragile as you think. Even if you are a vampire now."

     The raven hair looked away from Shinya. He felt relieved that he hadn’t woken him up, and yet, Guren wanted him to go back to sleep at the same time. His body needed time to recover from what the new born vampire had done to him.

     Four hours of rest was not even close to enough. Would there ever be enough rest? 

     Guren seemed to be lost in thought as he wondered how long that they could keep doing this? He knew the others would want to help at some point. The thought of that made his stomach turn. He hated doing this to Shinya, he would rather be turned to ash that ask for Ferid’s help, and there was no way in hell that he would do this to the others. 

   He might as well starve. 

   “How are you feeling?” Guren finally asked, looking back at Shinya, avoiding to glance at the spot where he had bitten Shinya on the shoulder. “I know I can’t talk you back into sleeping, but you should still take it easy. Screw how comfortable I am.”

rhyra​:

❝ 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡. ❞ Her reply came with a lingering smile upon rosy lips. ❝ 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ❞ For some reason, Mito felt the strangely strong  𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐄 of justifying her words. “ 𝐈-𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨-𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭! 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞! ❞

She then pursed her lips thigh, an almost  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 across her face. Man, dating was hard.

❝ …𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞? ❞

☾ || “Heh.” He had to admit that he enjoyed the smile on her face. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t tell them even if they asked, only I get to spend every second with you.” Lips curl upward, Shinya’s voice had fallen to a slightly lower pitch than usual. “Don’t get me wrong... I enjoy having everyone all together. But sometimes I want it to be just us. We don’t get to spend nearly enough time alone together as we used to.”

☾ || His arm extended outwards slowly, soon coming to curve around her waist. Gently, he’d pull her closer.

☾ || “How about around eight so we can have dinner together?”

rhyra​:

Feeling his fingers upon the bare skin of the back of her hand sent a shiver through her spine. She hoped that―at some point in the near future―she could get used to the affection normally professed between two lovers. It was something so foreign to people like them… Mito hadn’t been raised like a normal kid. None of them had ever experienced the simplicity of being a regular, dull, boring teen.

So, as adults, issues popped up from time to time.

Blushing, Mito maintained a firm composure, hands still touching each other.

❝It’s not like they’re ruined.❞ Whispered back, a murmur that functioned as reassurance. The young Colonel pondered her words before saying them out loud. ❝We can… have some time together… a-after work… ish.❞

☾ || There were times where the two of them had their moments of silent awkwardness. Either he would say something odd — which wasn’t too different from their daily conversations — or she would do something she finds embarrassing. It was something that all couples went through... or at least he hoped it was. Regardless, Shinya believed that they would get through it somehow, together as a team.

☾ || Besides, their interactions were lively, and that’s what mattered.

☾ || Smiling, Shinya let out an accomplish hum, seeing that all the chocolates were picked up.

☾ || “You wanna spend time together?” He asks, giving a slight tilt of his head to the side. Though he falls silent for a moment he gives a nod to the female. “Alright then... we’ll take some time to ourselves, away from the others, okay?”