his eyebags. . . gucci.

. . . :) you’re my favourite person. you know that? i can’t promise i’ll stay, but i can promise to try and be around.

i have plans to kickstart shinsou again, just. when i’m not struggling to stay afloat amidst the crashing waves of academia — y’get me, right? yeah. love you all && thanks for sticking around <3 if anyone wants to keep close contact, feel free to dm me your writer accounts !! )

ah. there it is again, the pinpricks tickling along his nape, like something — no, some𝙤𝙣𝙚‘s watching him. doesn’t take a genius to guess. whirls around to meet his gaze. “. . . you know, you could just come up and say ‘hi’.”

oh, he knows. always more than meets the eye when it comes to the copycat. shinsō’s learnt that from their past ( fleeting, yet memorable ) interactions, at least. his own lips twitch upwards. just the barest hints of a smile. “you, shy? that’s the first time i’ve heard it.”

.

anyway,

“did you actually?” his lips curl up a little higher along with a light arch of a brow, mirth twinkling within purple hues, stars within vast galaxies. “is that a good thing, or bad?” when it comes to other people, shaky first-encounters tend to be the latter.

that’s not ,

it’s the air of confidence he has. good façade. could’ve fooled shinsō, if he’d kept it up. “they aren’t mine, either,” he shrugs, in casual solidarity. his company leaned more towards cats than people, see. “and yet, here we are, holding a conversation.”

[ pinches the bridge of his nose. ] is this what my reputation’s become? ( perhaps he’d like to go back to being the intimidating ‘villain’. . . . no, not really. )

shoulders bounce up in a shrug, fingers idly curling around the wrapping cloth slung ‘round his neck. “always is with me, isn’t it?” between extra training and classes, today’s one of those rare moments of liberty. “. . . and you?”

[ really, he’s hiding his amusement behind his palm. ] . . . i do like the idea of lavender.

hm. much to think about.