"I'm Yoshida Haru!
Let's be friends!"

"What's so special about studying? Every problem has an answer. How hard can it be?"
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No one in particular. It just seemed so.”

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"W-well, I’m not! We’re friends. Sort of. I guess.."

"… there’s something then…”

deltaofdeath:

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Oh, I see… well, Nagoya was under my shirt the whole time!”

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"Who the hell keeps a chicken under their shirt?" Him apparently.

So it’s wrong to? Then where am I supposed to put it?”

drawnheart:

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It’s so cute and fluffy—he practically tugged the ears as if they were just warm bath towels stuck on the head. He had heard her warning, but one playful tug shouldn’t hurt a bit.

"Hyaa.." The bunny squeals, flinching away from him. "Please be careful." She frowns, gently brushing her ears from his grasp. 

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Could I like keep you!?” He brushed the long ears enthusiastically, but keeping it gentle for her sake (well, at least he understood her dismay).

thewomanizingthief:

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The hell is your problem!? Hurting a feline like that!”

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♠     “Hurt? I would never hurt anyone. I simply tossed the cat to the ground. Cats always land on their feet. No worries.

"… but what made you even do that, huh?”

archer-of-hope:

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Haru grimaced, and his brain was in a chained motion. The way, she fiddled with her ring, the anxiety rising from their hair. It wasn’t alright, it wasn’t. He grabbed the girl by her shoulder again, his other hand was still steady with the hot chocolate. He gazed at her quite solemnly, tilted his head.

"Don’t you want go back…?

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Madoka flinched when the latter grabbed her shoulder. She felt tiny under his stare, and averted her eyes. The young girl wasn’t used to the serious atmosphere, after all she spent most of her life worry free and cheerful. 

Upon hearing the young man’s question, Madoka meekly glanced back at him. Barely able to get her words out, she stuttered, “O-of course… but I don’t think that’s possible because…because…” She didn’t want to continue talking. Just thinking about never seeing her family nor her friends again filled her with an immense guilt. Her eyes grew teary, and she lifted her arm to rub the water away. 

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He felt his jaw tightened. The tears were unbearable, stranger or not. It was funny how he could feel the tears themselves. He did not like the feeling however. That’s why… he pumped his fist to himself and huffed the vigorous aura of “I know just what to do"—and Haru shook her under his clasp. 

"What do you mean it’s not possible? Is it because you spent all your money on the hot chocolate!? It’s okay! It’s okay! I’ll carry you there by foot!" said Haru,utterly missing the whole point of her grief. 

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Im only ASKING! I have feelings too, just because you have a sword and I don’t, doesn’t mean you could be mean to me!”

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Oh, sorry.

You meanie, you made me cry now…”

dumbness-beauty:

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DON’T TELL ME YOU’VE FORGOTTEN, NATSUME! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!”

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"I’m sorry Haru! I’ve been busy and accidentally forgot. Do you want to still get food?"

OF COURSE!” And he grabbed her hand. “BUT YOU GOTTA TREAT ME AS PUNISHMENT!” His childish smile emerged.

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And as always, Haru shook the hand of stranger with a live earthquake in his body. There has just been little people he had met during his course down in the city of love. Bit of this often caught him teary-eyed with every passing potential of new friends. Out of the corner of his eye, he sensed the cringes and welled up fright from her, but Haru disregarded and made his own way towards happiness.

"You wanna grab a coffee or something? Did you came from a Haru convention?”

He was absolutely geared up with the idea, the fire in his eyes were no lies at all.

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                         ;—{ ✽ } The moment the boy took hold of her hand his tight grip and violent hand shake startled her. Ouch… To be honest it actually kind of hurt her hand until she simply lost feeling in it, though she acted as if she didn’t mind. This guy was probably stronger than he thought. Pulling back from the handshake she rubbed her hand trying to regain feeling. Haru blinked hearing the boys suggestion and a light blush tinted her cheeks. Would guys often ask things like this?  "S-Sure… I guess that would be alright.." Hesitantly she replied. He didn’t seem like a bad guy, maybe he was alright. Haru didn’t know many people in Koi as of yet she would have to open up sooner or later. He seems energetic enough already… Does he really need caffeine? She thought to herself.

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                         ;—{ ✽ } "A Haru convention…" She repeated, amazed anything like that would even pop into his head. "N-No, that’s not it. Yoshida-san, you know Haru is a pretty common name."

He could feel her curious eyes, but it wasn’t as alarming as those judging gazes from the past… at least. He watched her rubbed her small hands, and all Haru could think of was the reason why girls always sob about spilled loved, well, of course it was going to spill with those hands. His smile flickered at her acceptance, and it widened at the thought of Haru being a common name.

"That’s why there could be a Haru convention, Haru-chan!” And he had to stifle his laugh from thinkindg he had just called himself a cutesy tag.

terukurebayashii:

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Did you say something…?”

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Did I say something? I should be asking, 'Did you say something'…

Yes. I said, ‘Did you say something’.”

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    “I do have a name. It’s Yami.” Yami disliked the nickname that the man is giving him. He started to shuffle the cards. ”Very well since you asked, I’ll go easy with this game.”

Haru gazed at the ferocious hair and then at the whirling cards. He could hardly hear the guy from his wildfire of thoughts, but Haru had asked almost too innocently, “Cool, but shuffle them quick or your hair might eat them.”