do you want me, do you want me too?

[melocoton]

THE CONFESSION MEME.

i really, really, really like you! and now it's time to say so, just in time for valentine's day. how will you confess your feelings? through a letter in a shoe locker? face to face? with an "check box if you like me" note? the possibilities are endless!!

this is an open meme, so feel free to tag/share!

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subaru akehoshi ★ ensemble stars!

[sheens]

[amodelidol]

[OOC: I was thinking this could be a little continuation after our sexting thread.]

[Makoto wanted to tell Subaru how he felt in person. Sure, he blurted it out over text, but he should really let him know how he feels. His only problem he doesn't know when is the right time to stop Subaru so he can ask him! Should he do it before class? After class? Before practice? He really wanted to get a chance to do it! Well, he wanted to be able to do it without Izumi-san catching wind of it. He really didn't need to deal with that while he's trying to sort out his confession to Subaru.

Makoto was able to find Subaru in the practice room before Hokuto and Mao were to come. On one hand this is good, he can tell Subaru how he feels. On the other he's alone with Subaru in the practice room after he said what he wanted to do in here...it's enough to make him nearly overheat. No, no he can do this!

Makoto swallows his nerves as he walks over to Subaru.]

Um, hi Akehoshi...I mean Subaru-kun! Can I tell you something?

slowly... leans over........

[crystallomancy]

[ they're the last ones in the classroom—largely because subaru has day duty, and because natsume has something to tell him. he's busying himself with pretending to be interested in what they learned today, slowly flipping through his notebook.

there's probably some idle chatter. he doesn't hear it, and he's aware that sort of thing irritates his company. let him be a little irritated; maybe he'll be more susceptible to his magic like that, then. besides, what he has to say is far more important, and he's certainly not stalling on it out of nervousness or worry or something silly like that. after all, letting it control your actions isn't sightly; it's pathetic, even. he's said as much and he'll continue to say so, even as he finally shuts his notebook and occupies himself with twirling his pencil.

it flips out of his hand after the first spin and he watches it roll away, slightly embarrassed.

well.

a better sign than none, probably. because he was absolutely waiting on a signal or cue or something. it's important in fortune telling, after all. speaking of that. ]

I've read your forTUNE, Baru-kun. [ natsume hasn't. he doesn't bother anymore, not when he's so busy himself. not when "trickstar" is unpredictable and shining too bright for his crystals to make sense of their movements. it's probably a sign he needs to focus more on his unit, and he's done so for the time being. ] If today is the day you decide to confess to ME, it will go very well for YOU.

[ nailed it. he's so proud of himself. confessing to akehoshi subaru? super easy. yeah. yep. ]

this is literally my favorite tag in the whole universe i want to frame it

[sheens]

[ day duty isn't all that bad. subaru gets bored pretty easily, but it gives him something to do with his hands, and besides, he's not alone. natsume's here! it's amazing how he won't show up to class, but will still stay after, every once in a while. but, like natsume has given up on reading trickstar, subaru has given up on trying to understand natsume's whims, and just lets him go with the flow.

but!! it's kind of annoying when he won't listen to him! and subaru's not pouting or anything--nothing gets subaru down that easily--but he's scrubbing at the board with a little more energy than usual, letting his attention fall away from his classmate.

up until he speaks. subaru jumps, having utterly forgotten that he was there, bobbles the eraser, but smoothly catches it, turning around to face natsume. he plasters a smile on his face to listen to him say something and--

wait.

subaru blinks, and he's smiling still, but he looks utterly vacant. ] ...What?

[ what. ]

please do because i'm never going to write a better tag than that one

[crystallomancy]

[ ...he made it clear, didn't he? that's the expression on his face, the what do you mean 'what' i made this perfectly understandable which part are you having trouble comprehending sort of look.

still. natsume sighs, leaning back in his seat and stretching his legs out beneath his desk, ankles crossed. ]

If you decide to confess to ME, [ he repeats, much slower, because obviously he simply spoke too fast or something (unheard of) and subaru just didn't catch what he said, because he's an idiot, and certainly it's not because he didn't understand what he's saying (because he's an idiot) ] then it will go well for YOU. Are you going to or NOT?

[ there. that'll definitely work out. ]

pls all bella tags are museum worthy

[sheens]

[ why is he making that face. subaru just had to make absolutely sure he heard that right, and him repeating it just makes him, somehow, even more confused. natsume wants him to confess to him...? was..was subaru going to confess to him? sure, he likes natsume, he likes spending time with natsume, but confess?

he blinks at him again (much like an idiot), mostly because he's desperately trying to figure out what the hell's happening. ]

I mean... [ subaru machine needs to restart here give him a second.

and then he just smiles, flounces over two seats and drops into the chair directly in front of natsume, facing him, leaning on his desk. ] Are you saying you like me, Natsume?

[ subaru fake it till you make it akehoshi ]

flattery will get you no where (except deeper into sbnt hell)

[crystallomancy]

[ natsume's already leaning back, but the motion makes him jerk back a little more, chair screeching softly with the ten centimeters it goes; he stares at subaru, fingers curled against the wood, then leans out of his chair and reaches for his fallen pencil.

just out of reach. a little more—got it.

back to playing with it, then, when he sits back up. why has he found himself with a collection of people who just casually bulldoze their way through his words like this? he doesn't mind it too much when it's sora, and he hates it when tsumugi does it, and when subaru does it, he

he plays with his pencil between his fingers and tries to look convincingly like he's looking at subaru and not just over his shoulder, or something. ]

I wasn't saying anything like THAT. We were talking about you, not me; pay attenTION. [ flawless defense, natsume. ] Honestly, Baru-kun. Do you ever lisTEN?

nazuna nito ★ enstars

[pronounces]

[allforshu]

[it's not so much a confession (but it is? sort of) than it is like, definitely a motion of appreciation (it's definitely a confession.), but mika still feels nervous about this. he'd been terrible to nazuna for a while, even if they'd settled things back during starfes, and the guilt still eats at him now.

so he's trying to decide how to go about this -- giving him chocolates or a letter or maybe something he'd made in club -- when he spots the third year coming down the same hall as him, nnah?!ing loudly before ducking into a classroom.

please don't... check on him....... he is not Prepared.]

[pronounces]

[ HONEY.

mika kagehira is probably the least smooth person on the planet. nazuna's minding his own business, heading down to the broadcasting room to check the sound settings before the afternoon broadcast starts, when mika's loud "nnha!" noise gets his attention. he looks up, confused, and then watches him disappear into a room like a startled cat.

haven't they moved past this? nazuna's brow furrows, and he ends up, indeed, going to check on him, opening the classroom door and poking his head in. ] ...Kagehira?

[allforshu]

[he's actually not that far from the door, staring down at nazuna with a naive amount of shock at actually being checked on, hands clutching at the air and then his blazer.]

N-Nazunanii! G'afternoon! How're ya doin'! M'fine!

[mika's so stiff and he knows it though, hating himself for his nervousness and awkwardness. it's a new sort of paired motion and he doesn't get why, it's just nazuna and nazuna would definitely appreciate anything given to him in earnesty, just like the gift mika had worked hard on in his first year. the thought of that moment, the little smile, how nazuna had done his best to croak out his thanks--

it sends his heart into a wild pitter patter and mika laughs nervously, glancing away.]

Em, um, I really am~. 'fore ya ask! Promise!

[pronounces]

[ ok.jpg ]

[ hes absolutely stiff. something is clearly wrong, and it's a little charming if not worrying that mika thinks he's doing a good job hiding it. nazuna's brows knit together and his eyes narrow just a bit, as if he's looking him over. ]

Did something happen? [ is what he tries, rather than "is something wrong". what did itsuki say, is what his brain supplies almost immediately, and he scolds himself for it mentally, just a little. ] It startled me when you ducked around the corner like that...

and another for u

[espansivo]

[it's not unusual for leo to say he loves things, people, anything in the world, even if he's done it less frequently lately, so no one should really take him seriously when he says it, right? even on valentine's day? certainly not.

leo's still swinging over to nazuna's desk and slouching over him though, casual as can be, and swaying with the other boy.]

Hey, hey, Nazu~. I love you~. Let's go out, okay~?

im so spoiled

[pronounces]

[ it's not unusual for leo to be ridiculously affectionate either, to be honest. nazuna's as used to leo tsukinaga as much as one person can be used to leo tsukinaga, even his touchiness. he doesn't like to be hugged that much, really, but when leo drapes over him, instead of shoving him off, he just looks back up at him, brows furrowing. ]

Don't just hug people without asking. [ because he does have to lecture. he's clearly treating this as completely normal. ] There's a good cafe in the shopping district.

[espansivo]

That's not what I meant, but okay~? We can do that too~.

[too. come on then, nazuna, you're being dragged out of your seat, leo still clinging. he's excited for a cafe!!!]

But Nazu doesn't get it? I love you, I do~. I'll say it in a different way if you still don't understand~.

[pronounces]

Hey-hey! I can walk!! [ rude!!! but, fighting against leo's clinging is a losing battle, which means nazuna at least lets him drag him to a standing position before batting him off of him, or at least trying to. ]

Why are you always saying such weird things, Leochin... [ he's long since written this off as one of his idiosyncrasies. ] I love you too, I guess?

can you believe izl is coming at you so fast you're getting whiplash

[adoringpast]

[ izumi hates waiting, you know? it was okay when he had the patience to wait for their king to come back, but that was different. he'd received a text from nazuna, saying that he should wait at the school rooftop after school, and he was like "yeah sure okay" like it was no big deal... which is weird since normally he'd beat around the bush to annoy nazuna until the latter tells him what's really up.

yet... here he is. waiting. luckily it's not that hot out, and there's always the cool shade to stand in. he couldn't risk sitting on the dirty ground anyway. but what's taking nazunyan so long anyway?! did he actually chicken out or something?

nah. nazuna can't be that cowardly. he knows that much. ]

a dream tbh

[pronounces]

[ this is. this is a really, really bad idea.

nazuna has been trying to psych himself up to actually go up to the rooftop for the past ten minutes. he's got everything he needs to do this--there's no homemade chocolate, he knows izumi--but oh god. oh god, is he really going to confess to him.

it takes all of those ten minutes for nazuna to just do it, squaring his shoulders and pushing the door to the rooftop open. izumi is right there, of course, on time, and even just the sight of him makes nazuna's entire face color red. ]

I-Izumichin! [ he squeaks, at least an octave higher than usual. ] You're here. [ nailed it. ]

[adoringpast]

Of course I'm here. Why would you think I won't come?

[ does nazuna not trust him that much? what the hell. anyways they're both here now, let's get this over with. ]

Well? Aren't you going to say something? [ curt as usual. or maybe a little impatient. it's a bit of both. ] It must be really important if you couldn't say it through text.

[pronounces]

Jusht gimme a second! [ he squeaks out, embarrassed, the stutter jumping out almost immediately--god, that didn't take long. sure, he's known izumichin forever, but also he's known izumichin forever which is exactly why this is a horrible idea.

god. god!! he takes a deep breath to keep from stuttering again, scrubbing his face and dropping his hands to the side. ] It was important--it is important, I, um. Was just thinking, that.

[ yeah this is not working. nazuna gives up, balls his hands into fists and shuts his eyes to just spit it out: ] ThatIreallylikedyou!

[ wow. ]

pretend i'm not late ok

[handcraftings]

[ of course he knows the combination to nazuna's locker, which is the only reason why he's able to leave the gift inside - a small box of handmade chocolates, only the best, along with a single red rose, long stemmed and thornless.

the real thing that pretty much qualifies it as a dead giveaway is the long, elegant silk ribbon that ties everything together, more expensive than the usual kind of fabrics that store bought items have.

happy valentine's day, nazuna, from your not-so-secret admirer. ]

sovereigns are never late

[pronounces]

[ you know, itsuki almost could have gotten away with it. it's not all that weird for nazuna to have gifts in his locker--he's given his combination to all of the members of rabits and the broadcasting club, just in case, but opening it today gave him a bit of a surprise. the chocolate box is delicate and pretty, the rose gently plucked of all of it's thorns, and nazuna picks them up carefully to look, but...

the ribbon is way too nice to be from just anyone.

it puts a little smile on nazuna's face, kind of fond. itsuki didn't used to be the type for such shy gestures, but... then again, things used to be different, didn't they? nazuna used to get so flustered by itsuki's poetic gestures, his insistent need to tell nazuna how beautiful he was on a daily basis, and while this is different... they need a middle ground, he thinks.

as a third year, nazuna has learned to do a lot of things, and being bold is one of them. so, he tucks the chocolates very carefully in his bag and makes his way to the handicraft room.

there's a moment of indecision--does he really want to confront this--but, nazuna lifts his hand, and gives three knocks on the door. ]

[handcraftings]

[ it's not shy, it's discreet. there's a difference.

but it's true. in that sense. gone are the days of sweeping declarations of love and affection that were uncomfortable at best and smothering at worst - and while that's all water under the bridge now, things are different now, when valkyrie is no longer at its peak and they're both third years now.

too much has changed in two short years.

that said, the one thing that hasn't changed is that shu can more often that not be found in the handicraft club's room, and it's the three knocks on the door that startles him enough to set down whatever he's working on, white silk and gold trimming, making his way over to the door.

it's not kagehira, that much is evident, and it's more likely than not that it's one of the other units requesting for new outfits, so when the door swings open, to say that he's surprised is a little bit of an understatement. ]

... Nito. [ he says, finally, and there's an undernote of apprehension, wariness in his tone.

he can't have been found out already, right? ]

[pronounces]

[ now that he's here, nazuna's not... entirely sure what he's going to do. even after starfes, where things were just a little bit fixed, where nazuna felt like maybe they could start over, it's still...stilted. awkward. they used to be so close, but.. it's better this way.

nazuna is nazuna, now. he's not just a doll, perfectly posed, in a glass case where no one can harm him. he's a human being, and as a human being, he still saw itsuki's gift and came to find him.

he takes a deep breath, hand slowly moving away from the door. ] Itsuki. [ he greets back, and mentally winces. stupid. he flounders for a moment with what to say, and ends up with a sheepish smile on his face. ] ...are you busy?

kanata shinkai ★ ensemble stars

[actinic]