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Izumi lingered at some distance from the blond, staring at the overflowing water that, with small waves, passed the limit of the can, dripping on its sides and making a small swirl around it as soon as it got to the sink. A small shrug as sole reply to the question, he stepped back when Ponsol moved away, keeping the same distance from him at all times. Just enough so he could reach forward in case Ponsol was to fall for whatever reason. Just a precaution.

The sound of the water splashing inside the watering can as it was tilted forward was rather pleasing, eyes now distracted in the way the transparent droplets fell over the different plants on the shelf. Holding onto the thorns of the cacti and slipping down the leaves of the other plants, species he couldn’t quite distinguish from one another.

A small frown formed at the next question, eyes moving up and seeing slightly messy blond hair falling in disarray over the heir’s shoulders, and in between the wrinkles of the cover.

“It’s not pity” he retorted dryly, leaning back until his upper back found the wall behind it, resting on it a bit, eyes falling once more to the plants “I didn’t wanted to leave you on your own while you’re still sick. Isn’t it more convenient to have someone around in case you need something?”

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] He was watering all the plants, taking care to make sure they all had plenty of water to be ‘happy’ plants. Just by doing this, his mood seemed to brighten by the smallest amount. He truly valued plants, and ensuring that his plants were healthy and happy was imperative. 

Even more so after what his grandfather had to say about his major and... his mother. There he goes again, getting all upset again. That short-lived happiness wasn’t meant to last for very long to begin with, it seemed. 

“Yes, I suppose it is convenient. Not that I deserve it, anyways.” 

Once he’d finished, he set the watering can down and then he stared at the table he was attempting to eat at moments prior for a moment before he resumed his trudge over to the couch, collapsing onto it. You could hear the ‘pomf!’ sound of the cushions supporting his fall. 

Ponsol had laid on the couch, curled up into a ball in his covers and stayed quiet. The silence in the room may have been stifling, but Ponsol had to just lull himself to sleep and that would be the end of that. 

He knew that he should try to eat something, but right now, he didn’t want to, for that probably meant he’d have to face Izumi, who was going to be eyeing him like some worried mother hawk. 

Payback

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The sound of an alarm made him walk away from the settled plants and towards Ponsol’s room, taking a look at it before gently turning it off. It didn’t had a name marked so he didn’t knew what it was for, but it was probably better to turn it off than let it annoyingly chiming for an extended period of time.

The loud thud made him jump in place, worry running through his veins as he made a run towards the living room, just to find Ponsol idly walking around with the blanket wrapped around him as if it was nothing. Right hand clasping over the other, he gave a small sigh. Part relief and part unwarranted self-reflection.

Even if his concern called for him to try and get Ponsol back to bed, he decided it would do no good. Ponsol surely didn’t wanted to see him now, and he’d ignore his words just like before. Resting his shoulder against the wall of the corridor, izumi took a sigh If Ponsol was good enough to walk then it should be okay to leave him like that…

Stupid. Why was he so worried about this? It was’t like he cared about being hated. Not if he could help someone out… It didn’t mattered if Ponsol hated him or pushed him away. The only thing that mattered what him getting better in the end.

Silent steps guiding him forward, he moved over to the kitchen, looking at Ponsol from there “Are you okay being up?”

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] True enough, Ponsol was in no real mood to talk to another person, much less someone who had happened to overhear that less than pleasant voicemail that was left on his landline phone. Watching as the water was filling up in the watering can, he was contemplating on various things in his life. What sins has he committed to be put in this situation in the first place?

Was he so bad in a previous life that he had to be forced into this situation and be treated like this? He felt brainwashed into thinking a certain way all the time, and he felt like absolute rubbish at almost all times of the day, but he had to act as though he didn’t feel that way.

He had to believe that he was the best thing since sliced cheese and have no remorse if he had to beat someone down to get what he needed. That was probably where the anger from that old man started. He was… so soft hearted, and he refused to do anything cruel to others. He was raised well, wouldn’t you know?

However, years of abuse and conditioning, he slowly started to become numb to the feeling of guilt. Not to say that he didn’t feel it, but it didn’t hinder him as much as it used to.

“… I got up fine, didn’t I?”

Ponsol sighed, stopping the water running from the sink, that had already started overflowing from the top of the watering can because he was stuck in his memories for a moment. It was Izumi’s voice that snapped him out of his distracting thoughts.

Hauling the watering can out of the sink, he started to water his plants, starting with all the cacti, and then moving onto Matilda, the Spider plant.

“I’m surprised your still here. Is pity keeping you here?”

Payback

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:｡・:*:・ﾟ'☆ It’d be a lie to say Urie wasn’t concerned -even if mildly- about Ponsol’s early comment. Yet, he decided to let it slide for now, other things occupying his mind. Like Izumi promptly holding to his arm in quite the adorable way, as if wanting to be protected -something he would gladly do even without being asked.

Of course, the cousin would notice, now holding Izumi’s hand and pulling her away from Urie, a strong glare directed at him as if to make him step back. A sigh of discontent, the heir of the Fuser reluctantly agreed and stepped back from the blonde.

It was also rather awkward to have Ponsol following from just behind, the one to have originally insisted in having him join now being all mad on his own. This is why men were just no good… He felt so bad for Ponsol, being dragged around by this willful and stupid model…

:｡・:*:・ﾟ'☆ “Izumi-chan you said you liked chocolate the most, right? Because I saw an actual chocolate fountain in one of the stores~ we should go~”

Izumi glances over to Sena. He frowns, worried about the other. He could see and sense something was going on. Sena looked so irritated, displeased, angry. He’s never seen this side of him. It was evident when his cousin took his hand and pulled him away from Urie as he was dragged with him. He could hear it in his voice. He looks down, moving closer to his cousin and he hugged his arm instead.

He should be with Urie, but his cousin needed his attention the most. He nuzzles his head against Sena’s, wanting to get him to relax. He blinked, looking over to Urie when he spoke. His eyes widened and he smiled, practically stopping and forcing his cousin to stop walking.

❝Chocolate fountain!?❞ He gripped his cousin’s hand and grabbed Urie’s tightly. Oh no. ❝Chocolate fountain!❞ He started running.

Oh no… Had this idiot actually mentioned a goddamn Chocolate Fountain, in from of Izumi of all people? Did he not knew what a terrible mistake that was? Of course he didn’t. He had just met Izumi a few moments ago… Sena, on the other hand, was plenty aware of what such a comment would cause…

Izumi had forgotten everything, fueled only by his desire to reach the chocolate fountain at once.

“W-wait Izu-chan” he tried to balance out Izumi’s determined stride with his own weight, not really wanting to take a run in this crowd and under this sun, but it still wasn’t enough to deter him from running. In fact, with all that struggling to keep Izumi from running, the one thing he got with all his struggle, what for their locked hands to get separated.

Just like that.

Goddamn. Had he actually just missed his cousin in the crowd? He had to go after him now… worried expression turned slightly towards Ponsol. Was he going to take his chance and leave? Or would he actually go through with his word and follow after the other couple?

…How awkward.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Before he knew it, the ‘group’ of four soon became a group of two and Ponsol absolutely was fed up with this situation. If you wanted to be alone in the first place, then just stay that way. Why bring even more people into this? 

The heir watched as the two took off, taking a deep breath in, and then exhaling harshly, in an attempt to expel all his negative feelings along with it. Flashing a pleasant smile on his face, it was as though he wasn’t seething with anger moments prior! He had years to practice this skill and he’d be damned if anyone could see through it so easily. 

Though anyone who knew how angry he was earlier could only see his smile with suspicion. Who could change their moods that quickly-- unless they were a psychopath? 

                   ❝I believe he mentioned a chocolate fountain? Assuming                      they’re really headed there, I know where it is, follow me.❞

He took the lead, and it was up to Izumi to follow after him. Might as well get this done and over with so that he could finally leave this place and be done with it all. 

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This state of half-understanding of Ponsol’s situation weighted on him heavily. It reminded him that he was but a stranger here and made him feel as if he was eavesdropping. He never asked to know about any of this… and knowing personally how hard family situations could be, he could only imagine how bad this situation might be.

Sighing as he considered time an time again if coming in to ‘help’ was right or wrong -if it was actually more selfish of him to do so than not- Izumi took care of the washed sheets and organized what he could around the place.

It was quite curious to see how well maintained was the zone around the different plants Ponsol seemed to have, in comparison with the rest, not really needing for Izumi to intrude around it. If he recalled well, maybe Ponsol had mentioned something about that on their first meeting.

He knew so little about him… and yet he knew more than he was supposed to. How awkward.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol was feeling broken at the moment, unable to release his pent up frustrations because Izumi was still around and he was loathe to let too much of his emotions show for his neighbor to see them on full display. You had to unlock friendship level 5 to be able to see him shed a tear. 

At this point, it was what it was, but he still had his pride. He didn’t want anyone to see how affected he was by the phone call from earlier. He didn’t know Izumi’s situation, so he didn’t know how the model would react to knowing a bit about his own familial situation. 

Would he look down on him? Pity him? Relate to him? Who knows. All he knew was that if Izumi started to pity him, Ponsol was going to be beyond pissed. He didn’t take that very well. 

He was curled up in a ball, focusing on how small he felt when he could vaguely hear the alarm of his phone going off in his room. It was a certain chime that he used to remind himself of something. 

After hearing the chime, he immediately rolled off the couch, landing on the ground with a thud. Hurt, but worth it. Having the blanket wrapped around him, he made his way over to where all his plants were. It was time to water them. No matter how shitty he felt, he had to care for his plants, in particular, Matilda.

“Just wait a bit, i’ll water you guys.” 

He picked up the watering can sitting next to the plants and he walked over to the kitchen to fill up the watering can.

Payback

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Izumi accepted the piece of paper when it was handed over and gave it a careful look to memorize the number -in case he was to misplace the paper later on-before looking up at the man and nodding in an understanding manner.

“Do not mind it too much. i’m doing it because I want to” he commented, finding just a bit of annoyance at the extremely formal tone. After all, he was doing this not because he felt like he had to, but simply because he wished to see Ponsol getting better… Still, he wasn’t going to argue with his -very scary- brother, merely seeing him off the door before walking back inside.

He patted the ball of sheets that was Ponsol twice in a curious manner, as if checking how willing he was to get out from there now that his brother had left. Finding that the heir didn’t wanted much to deal with that, Izumi merely retrieved the plates to the kitchen, putting a lid on them until Ponsol decided to try an eat again. The water was, however, left behind where Ponsol could grab it at any time.

With a rather nice timing, the washing machine seemed to have ended and Izumi walked to the back, occupying himself with that. His mind spinning with the words he had heard…

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] That was simply how Shugarl was, to speak formally to people, especially to people he didn’t know well enough to speak more casually to—but even then, he spoke formally to just about everyone he knew. Similarly to how suits were more of his aesthetic, he felt comfort in speaking formally. Nothing against Izumi himself.

It was a stark contrast between him and Ponsol, however. The heir spoke normally too, but he did slip into more casual undertones at times. He looked at Ponsol once more before he left, calling up the secretary to let her know that Ponsol was in no state to come into ‘work’ so he was going to be taking after Ponsol’s place. Please give him a run down on what he’d missed.

Ponsol was supposed to be the one making his way over to the main DD building, but here he was laying on the bed, feeling even more miserable than ever before. It was one thing to have to hear that from your own blood relative, but to have another person hear the message as well? It was an understatement to say that it was a heavy blow to the pride.

Making no movements when he felt the double pat, it could be assumed that he was sleeping—or he was simply so done with everything, he didn’t want to deal with other people. Both were equally good guesses. At this point, Ponsol wanted nothing more than to stop existing—to sleep all this pain away.

He just wanted to be left alone to sulk in his lonesome.

Payback

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He had complained about him? Izumi burrowed his brow slightly at the unexpected comment. He hadn’t expected the heir to care enough to mention him… but then again he had done his part of complaining with Naru-chan ever since. It was kind of annoying how they were oddly similar in certain cases.

He didn’t really minded Ponsol’s brother skepticism, specially if he already knew who he was. Who knows? Maybe he already knew about the weird lunch exchanges and the awkward relationship they had. At the very least, he didn’t seemed to find him personally suspicious, as he just asked for him to stay with Ponsol.

“I don’t mind. I was planning to stay a bit longer anyway” he commented, a hand rubbing at the back of his arm in a slightly embarrassed manner. At least Ponsol wasn’t really paying attention to him right now.

Keeping some distance from the brothers as he didn’t wanted to intrude, he turned towards the table, pondering if trying to convince Ponsol to eat some more, or save it up to warm up again later…

Blue eyes looked up at the redhead giving an understanding nod.

“Thank you” he replied, not sure what else to say.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Knowing that this person was Ponsol’s neighbor and someone he’d talk to Arashi about, he knew that both sides were complaining about the other. Ponsol complained to his elder brother while Izumi complained to his friend Arashi. It was fair game as far as Shugarl was concerned. Could you really get mad at him for complaining when you did the same thing? Of course not, therefore, he had no issues with letting Izumi know about the fact. 

Shugarl didn’t know about the odd lunch exchanges, but he did know that Ponsol could not easily be trusted to cook for himself. S,o if anything, he’d thought that Ponsol was feeling unwell the night prior, and so any and all food he could consume was made by the hired cook who comes in to make his meals every now and again. 

That being said, he didn’t notice the food that had mostly remained untouched on the table, or he would have told Ponsol to eat something. Not that he thought that Ponsol would easily entertain the idea given how upset he was at the moment. No doubt, he’d be even more upset after this, but it was better for him to go to the meeting in his stead than to end up passing out at the offices and lose even more face in front of their grandfather. 

“Your assistance is greatly appreciated. I will call to let you know when I’ll return. If you need to contact me for any reason, here is my number.” 

He’d written out his number on a piece of paper from the small pocket notebook he always carried around with him and handed it over to Izumi. With that, he simply left through the front door as easily as he’d come in, locking the door with the spare key behind him. The room was filled with silence as Ponsol had curled himself into a ball, wanting to be left alone to wallow in self pity. 

Payback

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While Izumi couldn’t directly relate, his relationship with his own mother strained at best, he understood the frustration of having those he cared about being badmouthed because of him. Those that stayed with him despite everything, being looked down upon and treated like villains because of his own mistakes…he hated it.

His hands trembled, breath caught up on the back of his throat. There were no other words he could say… unlike Leo or Ritsu, he had literally no right to tell anything to Ponsol. He knew nothing about him… how lonely that felt, all of the sudden.

The sound of the door opening made him turn around, blue eyes opening wide at the sight of a tall and intimidating redhead making its way inside. Feeling the cold tension in the air, Izumi retreated to the closest wall, head trying to follow along with what was happening.

Ponsol seemed to know him, and was docile enough to return to the couch instead of stubbornly leaving, so that was good… the problem then was how to explain what was happening. The fact that he had pretty much invaded the entirety of Ponsol’s house.

Jolting slightly as the redhead now turned to look at him. Here came the dreaded question…

“I’m Izumi Sena, I live next door…” he introduced himself with a half-nod. Considering the whole explanation about them being complicated acquaintances would be nothing but confusing, he decided to cut down to something easier “That, and we’re friends. I was concerned about Ponsol-kun, so I came over…” 

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] The relationship that Izumi had with his mother was comparable to the one that Ponsol had with his own paternal Grandfather. The two of them didn’t really get along and they didn’t exactly see eye to eye, either. They often butt heads together, and the old crone refused to see Ponsol for what he was, but instead for who he wasn’t. 

If anything, this red head who suddenly came in was both intimidating as he was simply terrifying. The facial expression on his face told anyone who saw him that he meant business and he wasn’t about to allow anyone to disagree with him. It was the duty of an elder brother to make sure his brat of a younger brother stayed in line. Clearly, forcing your brother to not overwork himself to the point he collapses was one of such jobs. 

An annoying one, at that. 

Ponsol simply lay on the bed, looking a bit grumpy, hurt, and tired. He rolled onto his side and covered his entire body with the covers. He didn’t want for anyone to see him like this right now. He wanted to be left alone. 

“I see, you’re the neighbor... the one Ponsol complained about those many months ago.” 

The one who decided to walk into Ponsol’s place without an invitation to do so. The very neighbor who Shugarl forced into some kind of booth as a punishment for. 

“Friends... you say. I find that highly skeptical, but I won’t argue over the matter.”

Shugarl stared down at the rolled up mess that was his younger brother. 

“If I may be so presumptuous to ask of this favor, please look after him for a while longer. I won’t be able to look after him until later in the day.” 

Looking down at the ball once more, he felt around for what he believed to be Ponsol’s head, patting it once, gently. 

“I’ll take your place at the meeting. The old man will calm down with that. Rest up and get well. I’ll be back later.” 

Shugarl had an old man to get angry at. He would attend the meeting, yes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make everyone in attendance feel at unease with his anger over this situation. Stacy (the secretary) had called him before to tell him about what was happening, and he’d cancelled all his office hours to deal with this. 

Making his way to the door, he stopped beside Izumi to glance over at him. 

“Good luck with him.” 

Payback

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There was a gentle smile on his face as he heard the small compliment, happy to know he hadn’t worked in vain, for the heir seemed to be enjoying it. He had always liked cooking, but it was these kind of reactions that made it everything more rewarding.

The message started to sound as Izumi placed the pillows on one side of the couch and proceeded to fold the covers that were now thrown around the floor. A meeting? He continued to hear the message, a frown starting to settle the more the words rang through the apartment.  Drop out? Waste? Slacking off? It didn’t sounded right… it didn’t felt right -and it reminded him, quite a bit, of his own mother. It all hit so close home he couldn’t help but feel a chill.

It made him feel restless and unsettled…

Was this something Ponsol also had to deal with?

When the message was over, he heard the sound of the spoon against the table. Turning around to see if something was wrong, he was met with a shocked expression. And just like that, the sick person that should be eating and resting was trying to get up and out.

“Hey! Wait, what are you doing? You can’t be planning on going out there? You’re sick. You need to rest” He pleaded, clearly worried about the staggering blond as he rushed forward to try to stop him -and try to avoid having him fall to the floor.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Things were going well up until this point, and he should’ve known it was too good to be true. Something was going to be sprung onto him, to make him regret various things he’s done in his life to be the subject of such unfortunate Karma. The call was a slap to the face as much as it was a painful reminder that he wasn’t really worth much of anything, and no matter what he did, he was the reason his mother was looked down upon.

She’d always assert that the way people thought about her didn’t matter to her, but it bothered him. He loved his mother so much and having someone speak ill of her because of him put a bad taste in his mouth. This was something he dealt with on a semi-frequent basis, and this was one of the main reasons why he chose to keep to himself, rather than get close to anyone else.

One would think that his relationship with his grandfather was a good one, but it was anything but happy and friendly. The old man tormented Ponsol in various of ways as he tried to mold and bend Ponsol’s will and personality to what he thought would be ‘best for the company.’ He constantly spoke highly of Shugarl’s ‘ruthless’ personality that would not think twice before casting someone aside. He was level headed and he kept his emotions in check.

What he didn’t know was that Shugarl was only like this because he was damaged. He didn’t know how to relate to people, to trust them. It was far simpler to cast them aside.

“You heard the message, didn’t you? I have to go. I can’t let him say anything else about my mother.”

Over all else, he couldn’t forgive the old man for bringing up his mother in that kind of a situation. Obviously he knew that bad mouthing his mother would be the only thing that could prompt him to do anything—and so he’d insulted her.

Just as he walked past Izumi, he could hear something at the entryway. Someone was making their way in with a spare key. He didn’t need to see who it was to know that a certain redheaded brother of his came to visit. Before he could even say anything, a hand was gripping his face.  

“You idiot. Go to bed and rest up.”

“But--!”

“NO BUTS. NOW.”

The feeling of his brother’s fingers applying pressure to his temples was all he needed to know that Shugarl was upset. He gave up and nodded his head. That’s when Shugarl led him over to the couch (where the pillows were piled high at) to make him sleep.

After making sure he was laying down, Shugarl finally took notice of Izumi, staring at him quietly. He didn’t know who this person was, but he was a bit suspicious.

“May I ask who you are and what your relation to my brother is?”

Payback

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I’m going to say something super controversial here: billionaires shouldn’t exist

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He had actually expected for some more resistance to getting up from part of the heir, so it was rather nice to see him already sitting up. Looking at him from over his shoulder he couldn’t help but chuckle at the messy hair and kind of lost, it felt so different to his usual self it was kind of cute… and it was good that he had the blanket wrapped over his body so he didn’t had to get distracted… 

Though there was a landline back in his parent’s house, he didn’t had one right now, and the sudden ringing took him by surprise, almost making him drop the spoon he had gone back to the kitchen for. Holding tight to it, he returned once more to the table where Ponsol was now sitting and placed it down by his side so he could start eating.

Though the constant ringing was a bit annoying, he was a bit reluctant about actually answering a call for Ponsol… and even if he did, it would only be after he was sure Ponsol had started to eat.

“I made some okayu… mn, rice porridge, for you” he explained before pointing at the set of toppings on the side plate “There’s some toppings here in case you want to put some, but if you’d rather have it simple that’s fine too… you can let me know if you want anything that isn’t here too” just as Izumi fetched the water glass Ponsol hadn’t drank to put it besides the meal, the phone finally stopped ringing, bleeping as it invited for a message to be recorded.

To be fair, with the sounds from the kitchen and the washing machine, he haven’t caught up to the sound of Ponsol’s cellphone either.

Noticing there were blankets and pillows on the floor now that Ponsol had got up, Izumi walked over in that direction to start cleaning up. Even though it felt a bit weird to hear the message, it was rather inevitable at this point…

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol stared at the okayu and remembered the times when his mother would make some for him. Normally it had some green onions, ginger, and a small bit of garlic in it. Seasoned with a small bit of black pepper and soy sauce-- only if he was feeling okay. If he was down with a stomach bug of sorts, he’d be given a rather plain kind of okayu in order to not let anything upset his stomach. 

Ponsol stared at the toppings and then at the plain okayu. With a casual shrug he just dumped it all in. It’s one of those all or nothing sort of deals. Not about to waste his time with trying to pick and choose what to add into the porridge, he chose to simply pour it all in instead. 

He mixed the contents into the warm rice porridge  with a spoon before he took the first bite. It was good. 

“Tasty.” 

Made him feel a bit nostalgic, to be honest. He should try to call his mother sometime soon, just to hear her voice. 

Speaking of voices: 

“Ponsol Geripeta! Are you not coming down to the offices today? Have you forgotten about the important meeting we have in an hour? I expected you here bright and early to go over important information with you, but I see that you must think you’re too good for a briefing.” 

“Don’t tell me, have you been so busy with your classes that you are starting to neglect your duties? This is why I told you to stop wasting your times studying that useless field that your hussy of a mother was into. Why don’t you drop out and study business like I told you to from the very beginning? That will be a better use of your time.” 

“At least that way you won’t be such of a waste, and you can be a fraction of a man your brother is. The only reason I allowed you to even study that field is because you promised you’d be able to handle both, but you’re clearly slacking off. Drop out of that useless Graduate school program and enroll into Business courses immediately. 

I knew it was a horrible idea to allow you to do this. You’re going to turn out just like your wretched mother. That vile woman! Why couldn’t you be more like your brother? He’s intelligent, has charisma, and he’s strong! What do you have? Nothing. You’re just a second rate trash in comparison. You should be grateful I’m letting you even fill his shoes until he finally takes over. Get down here now!” 

The ending call dial tone sounded off, and that was the only sound in the room for a good minute. Ponsol had frozen the moment he’d heard the voice. He forgot, there was an important meeting today. 

Of all days, he had to get sick. Setting down the spoon, he pushed himself out of the chair. Okay, he could do this... no, he had to. He felt so frustrated. He hated the fact that his mother was being badmouthed because of him. Hated the fact that no matter what he did, he could never be seen as good enough. He’d only be compared to his brother. 

He had an hour to get there, and that didn’t leave him much time to get ready, honestly. What rotten luck. 

Payback

#tsunderemodel #tsundere-model #Never ending food rp #RPans #((Muse; Izumi)) #((I mean he got a bite in doesn't that count??)) #((Also why allow him to eat? lololol enjoy food? LOLOLOL WHY SHOULD I LET HIM DO THAT)) #((today is GONNA MAKE YOU SUFFER!!!! day))

[magicgeekponsol-blog]

tsundere-model:

No answer. No reaction at all either. Sighing a bit he reached for one of the coasters, placing the glass right on top in case Ponsol was to wake up with a parched throat later on. He… might have to go looking for them himself. It felt a bit awkward to actually look through the closets in someone else’s house… even though he had already pretty much invaded it all to cook and clean…

It didn’t took long for him to find the covers in the walk-in closet in Ponsol’s bedroom, picking a couple that felt light yet warm, he walked right back into the living room and placed them over the sleeping heir, making sure they were properly covering him and that they weren’t about to just fall when he moved again.

With that out of the way he returned to the bedroom and picked up all the covers, making its way to the back room where the washing machine was set. After looking around for the soap and reading the instructions carefully -for this machine was slightly different than his own-, he finally started washing.

On his way back, he passed through Ponsol’s bedroom lifting the mattress so it would get aired. curtains and windows open, the room felt spacier than before and he gave a satisfactory nod.

The smell of the food brought him back to the kitchen, just on time to turn off the stove and let it steam. He wasn’t sure if Ponsol would like any toppings with it, and since he couldn’t quite ask with him passed out like he was, he did a bit of everything and left it on a side plate, distanced enough from each other. Shredded nori and salmon, sesame seed and green onion cut in small pieces. If he did put anything on his okayu, Izumi would simply make more of that.

With the rice porridge finally done and served, Izumi walked once more into the living room, setting both plates (the one with the porridge and the one with the toppings) along side each other in the table besides the couch.

“Ponsol-kun… I made some food for you” he called out gently, a hand giving Ponsol a small nudge as if to make sure he would wake up.

Only then realizing he had forgotten about the spoon, he got up and walked back into the kitchen for one, hoping the heir would be up once he returned.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol was sleeping quietly, not really paying much attention to what Izumi was doing at this point. He was treating all the sounds like they were background noise at any rate. 

The warmth of the blanket wasn’t something he was expecting to feel, but it was comfortable to be surrounded by warmth, so he let it go, for now. If and when it got too hot, Ponsol was doing to start kicking his legs to cast them all aside. 

He hated nothing more than to feel uncomfortable, after all. That’s the reason why he’d stripped himself of his shirt in order to free himself from the uncomfortable feeling of sweat making his shirt stick uncomfortably close to his body. 

Perhaps it’s because he was familiarized with Izumi’s cooking by this point, he could smell whatever it was that Ponsol was making in the kitchen and it actually wet his appetite. He did find Izumi’s cooking to be edible, so he couldn’t help it when his stomach growled in anticipation of receiving food soon. 

Roused awake by the smell alone, his head popped out from underneath the covers and the pillow fort he’d made himself and he peered out into the kitchen. Izumi was setting the plates, and serving the food when the phone rang. Ponsol simply stared at the phone, thinking that maybe if he thought hard enough he’d suddenly unlock psychic powers and he’d be able to answer the phone that way. 

While it wasn’t common for people of their generation to have a landline, he had one to use strictly for business purposes. He didn’t like it when too many people had his cellphone number after all. Having a land line made it easier to sift through everything. 

Ringing... ringing... and ringing. 

BEEP! It timed out and whoever was on the other line, was going to hear the automated message asking for them to leave a message. 

Well, the food was prepared, so he made his way over to the table. He didn’t even seem to care about the phone call at any rate, since most people didn’t call the landline of his. Too bad he didn’t stop to consider the fact his cellphone was in the other room and the sound wasn’t very high. 

Payback

#tsunderemodel #tsundere-model #Never ending food rp #RPans #((Muse; Izumi)) #((Hopefully this reply works out okay for ya. Let me know if I need to change anything))

[magicgeekponsol-blog]

tsundere-model:

A hand suddenly came out from the bundle of sheets, and Izumi felt compelled to follow it around as it tapped around the bed and up in the air. He was about to get the glass and bring it closer to Ponsol, but the heir reached out for the side table first, finally reaching the glass and bringing it for under the covers. He couldn’t help but worry about Ponsol throwing the water into his bed…

The hand came out a little bit after with the glass, which was left to balance precariously on the edge of the table. Jumping forward, he quickly recollected the glass for washing, and maybe refilling since Ponsol seemed to be quite thirsty.

“Hmn, that’s good then. Just wait a moment, okay?” he commented with a small nod. He just had to finish up the porridge and it should be alright for Ponsol to eat it.

Returning to the kitchen he washed the glass and raised up the heat on the stove a bit more. The sneeze reached him, but it wasn’t until he heard the steps and the cloth dragging over the floor that he turned around to see Ponsol throwing himself on the couch and covering himself in the one blanket.

“Ponsol-kun? What are you doing out here? You’ll get cold…” he called out moving into the living, tone more concerned than annoyed. Huffing slightly, he turned on his heels and went into the room, just to find the covers all over the floor. They felt a bit damp with sweat… Hmn, maybe it’d just be better if he washed this ones and looked for some other ones around. It was still morning and it was doing a pretty nice day so they should dry soon enough… it would also help ventilate the room.

Though it wouldn’t be too good if he didn’t found at the very least another cover to put on Ponsol first… but he didn’t really knew where almost anything was. Worst come to worst, he could always bring one from his own apartment, but he wanted to reduce the time he left the other alone…

“Ponsol-kun… do you have extra covers anywhere? You’re gonna get cold with only that on” he returned to the living room to make the question, bringing some pillows to try and make the sleeping on the couch a bit more comfortable

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Obviously, Ponsol wasn’t going to be doing much waiting, considering he soon after walked himself into the living room and plopped down onto the couch, with a throw blanket draped over him. He’d curled up into a ball just as he had earlier on the bed. 

Ponsol didn’t bother answering Izumi’s question, he simply rolled over to the other side and continued to sleep. He wasn’t about to waste his breathe in answering right now. That required too much energy, and right now? All he wanted was to rest and sleep. 

The heir was already falling asleep when Izumi asked him a question about whether or not he had some extra covers around-- which he had. He normally stored them in the walk in closet in the bedroom. 

‘Check the walk in closet in the bedroom.’

He was so unwilling to exert energy, he answered with his mind, failing to register that he was only thinking his answers and not actually vocalizing them. As far as anyone else was concerned, Ponsol was probably dead asleep, not having heard Izumi’s question. 

Izumi was going to have to go looking for the extra covers himself and it shouldn’t be too hard to find, since there weren’t too many places one could go looking for the extra covers. 

Extra pillows would definitely be appreciated at this point in time so he could pile them all up and make himself comfortable in a fort of plushness to help soothe him in his time of ache. He was lucky that he didn’t have to go to campus today, but he did have some things to attend to at the corporation-- not that he was able to think that far with the way he was currently. 

It was only a matter of time before someone was going to call him to let him know that he was late to a meeting, and someone else would have notified Shugarl about this by now. Whoever it was that Shugarl roped into giving him notifications, Ponsol had yet to find out, but it made keeping secrets from his older brother a difficult task. 

He may act like a haughty heir all the time who was almighty and pompous, but he did have a different side to him that most didn’t know about and if Izumi stuck around long enough, he was going to bare witness some of it himself. 

Payback

#tsunderemodel #tsundere-model #Never ending food rp #RPans #((Muse; Izumi)) #((I think maybe during him eating his food would work or something like that)) #((or maybe even right before he started eating.)) #((Regardless Ponsol is going to be like 'oh shit that's right')) #((Shugarl will make a guest appearance I think and for the sake of me being lazy i'll just add his stuff onto this thread))

[magicgeekponsol-blog]

tsundere-model:

Izumi tilted his head slightly, finding just a bit cute how Ponsol was tilting his head from one side to the other while humming to himself. Was he trying to think of something? He didn’t said anything else, so izumi decided to overlook it and just continue with what he was doing.

He noticed the frown in Ponsol’s forehead, but he ignored it to put on the cool pad. He wanted to make sure the fever would go down a bit with this. Of course, the next reaction with him just curling up and blatantly ignoring him got a roll of the eyes.

“Fine. Don’t blame me if you get all cold later” he sighed. Still, he brought the shirt closer and left it on the side of the bed “I’m leaving it there in case you change your mind”

Not really managing to hear the thanks, he just walked out of the room and into the kitchen, getting a half glass of cold water and bringing it back to the room.

“I got some cold water if you want some” sickness usually came with a dry throat and consuming some liquids was a given. Using one of his cloth napkins folded in two to avoid marking the side table with the lines of the glass, he placed it down. It should be close enough for Ponsol to reach it himself if he wanted. Still, if the blond was to ask for him to put it directly on his hand he’d do so “How is your apetite? Do you think you can eat something?”

He lifted the now unused pillow and shake it a bit, fluffing it up before putting it back on the bed “You should try to rest your head on the pillow. Your neck might start hurting otherwise”

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol would have no one but himself to blame if he got cold later, but at that point, he would simply look for another shirt to wear that wasn’t going to make him feel gross—until it did, and then that was tossed over to the side as well.

Hearing that there was cold water for him, he could feel the burning sensation in his throat flaring more at the thought of the water that could satisfy it for a moment. A hand appeared from underneath the covers, feeling around for the glass of water. It wasn’t on the bed… somewhere in the air? No… how about the side table? Ah, he just bumped into something.

He grabbed the glass and brought it underneath the covers to drink the contents of the glass before the emptied glass was lazily set on the side table, nearly falling off the side because he’d misjudged how close the table was to the bed.

“I’m hungry, but I’ve no appetite.”

His voice was rough and it cracked slightly. The heir was picky when it came to his food, but he was even more so when he was sick. There wasn’t much that he wanted to eat, because it was only a hassle to eat at this point. Something simple like soup or rice porridge would be fine, but anything else? No thanks.

What to do with the pillow? A hand reached out and pat the fluffed pillow and was slapping it repeatedly, deflating the pillow slightly before he’d rested his arm onto the pillow. That was good enough.

He didn’t feel like using the pillow for its intended purpose just yet, so it was going to have to make do with simply being an arm rest for him. Suddenly, he sneezed, and with a loud groan, he kicked the covers off of himself and he rolled off the bed (literally) to reach walk out the room. He’d walked into the living room and he fell onto the couch, draping the small throw blanket over himself.

He’d sneezed in bed and he could feel the mucus on the bedsheets. How disgusting! He’ll deal with that later—for now, he was going to sleep on the couch instead.

Payback

#tsunderemodel #tsundere-model #Never ending food rp #RPans #((Muse; Izumi)) #((Mnnnn I wonder what would be the best timing?)) #((Maybe during him serving the food or maybe while Ponsol is eating)) #((So many options 0w0 )) #boqueuet

[magicgeekponsol-blog]

tsundere-model:

Quite stubborn even when being half-asleep and sick, Izumi gave a sigh at the pretended snoring -something he was certainly not expecting- and just proceeded to slowly guide the heir into a more decent position. It might be annoying but at least he wasn’t getting bitten, kicked or tugged down to the bed, so all in all, this was an improvement from the old Yumenosaki days. Never again did he wanted to deal with a self-proclaimed vampire.

Busy opening up the brand new box of cool pads, he didn’t even noticed Ponsol had woken up until he was met with questioning eyes and a rather harsh question. He jerked up slightly in surprise, wondering if Ponsol was about to kick him out… but that didn’t seemed to be the case. At least he didn’t said anything else just yet.

“You left the door open” he admitted in a soft gentle tone, reaching forward slowly -in case Ponsol wanted to slap his hand away- and brushed the hair off his forehead “and since you didn’t looked so well I got worried…”

Opening up the adhesive cool pad, he gently tugged Ponsol’s hand out of the way “You’re burning, let me put this on” he explained gently, showing off the white pad. Once he got the chance to actually place it, he’d gently put it on the other’s forehead and press the edges with his fingers to make sure it wouldn’t fall.

“You should put a shirt on, or the cold might get to you” he commented as well, vaguely pointing at the shirt he had tossed aside.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Had he left the door open? He had no recollection of this--- but then again, he didn’t really recall much of anything at this point. 

“Mmm? Mmmm... mn.” 

He tilted his head to the side to start, then he slowly tilted in the other direction. He was looking at the corners of the room, with a look on his face that would suggest that he was thinking. Nothing was ringing a bell. Did he not close the door? He would’ve thought he did, but he couldn’t remember. Surely he did close the door? MMn... nope, can’t remember. Whatever, no longer important. 

His eyebrows furrowed inwards at the soft fingers brushing his hair off his forehead. He didn’t exactly like being touched, so he didn’t take it all too well, but he wasn’t going to fight it in the condition he was in right now. 

Allowing for Izumi to put the pad on his forehead, he let out a small hum out of contentment at how nice and cool it felt on his forehead. It was so nice, and you could tell by how blissful he looked. That is, until Izumi made a comment about wearing a shirt. 

“It got sweaty. I hate the feeling of how it clung to my body.” 

With that, he huffed and covered his entire body with the blanket and curled up into a ball once more. Go and try to make him wear a shirt. He’ll just strip it off again. Good luck with that, really, because he clearly wasn’t going to put one on. 

“... Thanks.” 

It came out like a small whisper. He wasn’t expecting for Izumi to be looking after him like this because he was worried about him. He never really had anyone aside from his mother, brother, or grandmother care for him like this. It was... a welcomed change.

Payback

#tsunderemodel #tsundere-model #Never ending food rp #RPans #((muse; izumi)) #((Mnnnn both. Both sounds good)) #((He can be a lil cute and you can also be weak to him lol)) #((Gotta do the call eventually as well. Hmm hmm)) #((Maybe I'll leave that part to you? Have the call happen whenever you want it to and then i'll take over for the speaking parts)) #((getting one last reply in before I jump off for the night))

[magicgeekponsol-blog]

tsundere-model:

He hadn’t expected for Ponsol to actually stay in place and be good. But even so, he hadn’t expected things to be this bad. Giving a low sigh he started by getting the pillows of the floor, shaking them and hitting them with the palm of his hand before pilling them on a side.

A big frown at the thrown away shirt, he picked it up and looked at it for a second before turning to the biggest inconvenience. That big ball of blankets and sheets wrapped up together in such a hazardous way, he couldn’t even see where some started and others ended. This felt like a flashback to the time of Knights… Was he still taking care of Ponsol, or had he ended up somehow trying to deal with either Leo or Ritsu? In any case, he was used enough to childish shenanigans to not feel overly bothered by it.

Right now, he was mostly worried about how being shirtless and pretty much breathing his own goddamn sickness inside that fort of covers would be bad for him. So he merely reached out to the bed, untangling the mess of covers as best he could to try and get him out of there. In the process even finding the cool pad from before, just tangled along.

“Come on, get out of there…you need fresh air” he whispered, his voice pretty calm and gentle. Slowly he tried to get Ponsol to lay down in a more appropriate way… it was slightly more awkward than it had to be with Ponsol having stripped himself of his shirt… but he wasn’t about to stare at a sick person no matter how, objectively attractive, they might be.

In fact, he just turned around to throw the already messed up previous cool pad and bring out his own adhesive pack.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol didn’t want to move, and he refused to listen to someone else. He still had a bit of a stubborn streak in him, it seemed. Can you understand why Shugarl thought of him to be a brat? In an attempt to make it seem like he couldn’t hear Izumi, he made some snoring sounds. Good luck trying to get him to move, because he wasn’t going to do it willingly.

Childish? Yeah, maybe he is. Sue him. He’d been awake the moment Izumi walked into the room and started moving things around.

It seemed that Izumi’s patience with him and slow prodding paid off considering Ponsol did end up slowly moving into a more appropriate positioning to sleep in. He was one of those people who hated to be told what to do, but here fine with being led slowly in the right direction. As long as you made him feel like he had a choice in the matter, he was fine. Just like a fickle cat.

Now that he was somewhat free, he finally opened up his eyes to see--- not his brother.

Blink blink

What’s this? What’s going on?

“What are you doing here?”

That probably sounded a bit harsher than he was intending it to sound, but, really, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you… you know, have other things to do? Other people’s eardrums to nag out of existence? His tone may have sounded just a bit harsh since he’d just woken up and didn’t have the time to adjust his crankiness yet, but his facial expression showed nothing but confusion and shock upon seeing Izumi right beside him.

“How did you get in here?”

Rubbing his eyes and putting a warm hand onto his own forehead, he was unsure of whether or not he was truly awake or this was some kind of fever induced headache that he was experiencing right now.

Payback

#tsunderemodel #tsundere-model #Never ending food rp #RPans #((Muse; Izumi)) #((lol yes we've long since established his mom/waifu qualities XD)) #((Also yeye? Are they really that bad? poor Izumi XD)) #boqueuet

[magicgeekponsol-blog]

tsundere-model:

Izumi sighed a bit, for Ponsol hadn’t woke up from him walking into his room or putting the cool pad on his forehead. Good. He gave a satisfied nod, just before Ponsol would turn around to the side, making it fall from his forehead and having the sheet fall a bit uncovering the upper side of his back. Another frown of annoyance he moved the pillow a bit to the side and raised the covers again. As for the pack it felt like a waste but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it… except maybe bringing an adhesive cooling pad from home… He would have to return anyway to get some ingredients for some porridge anyway…

For now, however, he merely did an attempt of getting him on his back once more, putting a couple of pillows on the side to keep him in place before putting the pad once more on his forehead. How strange it was to see the all mighty heir like this… he was almost cute.

However he didn’t wanted to disrupt his sleep any further, so for now he left the room. Leaving the door almost closed as to keep the sound from the outside from bothering him, Izumi opened one of the windows, retrieved the broom and proceeded to clean around the place. It was good that he didn’t had any important plans today, except for that one study meeting he could just cancel.

He made sure to pick up all the papers, and unsure of what was still needed and what wasn’t, he just pilled it all up on the closest desk, trying to keep some semblance of order from what he could understand. He also organized what he could of the desk without intruding too much.

Once that was done, his eyes fell onto the couple of shirts tossed to the side. Sighing a bit, he picked them up and folded them properly, not wanting to see them anymore wrinkled than they already were.

Seeing everything was looking a bit better, he returned to the front entrance, leaving it so it wouldn’t close on its own before taking a quick run, first to the glass trash bin at the end of the corridor (to get rid of the glass shards) and then to his own apartment. Quickly he picked a little box of adhesive cooling pads and placed in a bag the ingredients he needed to try and make some porridge. 

Once he was back into Ponsol’s apartment, he locked the door once again and placed all of the ingredients in the kitchen table. Humming to himself one of the Knights songs he knew by heart, he soon got complete control over the kitchen, washing, cutting and cooking easily.

Once the preparations were ready, Izumi left the pot on the stove on low. He’d like to time it so Ponsol could eat it as soon as he woke up, but he wasn’t sure how long that would take.

For now, he made sure to clean after his little cooking and put everything in the bag to take back to his own place. Only when he was done with that, did Izumi finally stepped again into Ponsol’s room to see how he was doing.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol could feel that he was being moved, but was too tired to do much of anything about it. He could always just roll over again to get more com—he can’t move. He tried to roll over again, but something was in his way. Something soft. How dare something get in his… sleepy… tired… whatever. He gave up on trying to roll over, but then he forgot and tried to move again not even 5 minutes later.

He was the type that enjoyed to move around in his sleep to find a nice sleeping position. Depending on his condition, certain positions were more comfortable for him, but with the pillows blocking his way, he had no choice but to stay on his back. How stifling.

Vaguely he could hear that someone was in the kitchen cooking, opening and locking the front door, but he didn’t pay too much attention to it. At any rate, he may have thought that it was Shugarl who had come to check up on him. Had that much time passed already? Maybe he was in such a deep sleep it was as though time flew?

Slowly he opened his eyes to look at the alarm clock next to him, but his vision was blurry and his mind was a mess. He couldn’t read the clock properly and he had thought a couple of hours has passed since he’d woken up. Still, it was too early for his brother to be here? Ahh… whatever, it is what it is at any rate.

Though… it’s time to move these pillows and kick the blanket off. Too hot. He shoved the pillows off the bed and he kicked off the blanket and dropped back onto the bed. Not even a minute passed when he sat up and he unbuttoned his pajama shirt and tossed it aside. He hated the feeling of the sweat making his clothes stick to his body, so uncomfortable. That’s when a slight chill sent a shiver down his spine and he moved to drape the blanket back over his body.

Without the restrictive pillows being in his way, he could roll over onto his side and he curled up into a ball underneath the covers. It was almost like a cat curling up underneath some warm blankets, which was ironic, since he didn’t like cats. He was going to keep on sleeping until he really needed to, or someone woke him up.

By this point, if Izumi walked into the bedroom, he’d see that the pillows were pushed off the bed, a shirt was now laying on the floor after he’d haphazardly threw it off, and he was now curled up underneath his blanket. He was a hassle to deal with when sick, that’s for sure.

Payback

#tsunderemodel #tsundere-model #Never ending food rp #RPans #((Muse; Izumi)) #((Just regret the fact that you decided to check up on him)) #((Get annoyed with how much of a child he is when he's sick gufafafa)) #boqueuet

[magicgeekponsol-blog]

tsundere-model:

shctarella:

yuuwaku-amor:

:｡・:*:・ﾟ'☆ Changed sides? Urie tilted his head slightly, brows furrowed in the only external show of his confused mind, unable to keep up with the words. At this point it would almost seem as if he was purposefully choosing to ignore the cues about izumi’s real gender… but alas, he really was still in denial about whatever interest he could have in men…

:｡・:*:・ﾟ'☆ “As expected, this is quite professional of you” he shrugged slightly, accepting the business card before presenting his very own forward. it was a rather simplistic design, picked by his father rather than by himself -and one of the few pieces he carried on his person that branded the name Fuser instead of Sogami. “And we can’t always get exactly what we want, now can we?”

He didn’t liked, however, that feeling of being caught up in the middle of some sort of… disagreement. Both with Ponsol’s rough reply and the hurt expression that washed over the model’s face right after. It sure made him reconsider this whole double date situation… He was worried Izumi might be getting scared… so reaching towards ‘her’, he patted the blonde’s head gently and reassuringly. No matter what he’ll make it a pleasant experience for you, little butterfly, don’t you doubt it.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

The blond felt the hand on his shoulder and he looked up, seeing it belonged to his cousin. He frowns, straightening himself up and he looks towards Ponsol as he spoke. However, he should have not looked at all. Because the moment he set his eyes on Ponsol was the moment he cowered behind his cousin and he pulled Urie closer to also use him as some sort of shield.

He was already scared, he wasn’t sure what happened between him and Sena but he had to step in just for his cousin. He only had hoped he wasn’t over stepping but it seemed he did and he was frightened. The pat on his head only did some to calm him but other than that, he held onto Urie’s hand tightly and Sena’s arm got the same treatment as well.

He wasn’t sure how to feel that Ponsol tagged along, but this was for Sena. He eventually lets go of his cousin and hugged onto Urie’s arm. Tight.

He didn’t say a word but only nodded to the terms. He covered his face against Urie’s arm. Izumi doesn’t know Ponsol but all he knows is that he’s really scary and he can only hope for Sena to handle him.

The intense glare was enough to make him regret his insistence on having Ponsol tag along. Blue eyes opened wide as he bit on his lower lip, soon dropping back to the floor. He felt stupid for expecting anything but this rough treatment. He had allowed the words of apparent concern trick him… but this was the truth. He was hated.

Ponsol was oh so quick to think of the worst possible thing, wasn’t him? He only wanted to break from that routine of avoiding each other… Ridiculous as it might sound, he did missed being able to just.. talk with him. But he guessed it didn’t really mattered… whatever was between them was probably already broken beyond repair.

He had plenty to say in retort to that, and more than enough irritation to shout right back at him… but he didn’t wanted to show his unsightly feelings of anger and frustration to his cousin of all people.

“Whatever” he hissed dejected and irritated. Not even sure what the source of his anger was at this point, if Ponsol’s tone or the way Izumi clung to that playboy’s arm. As if to make his point he reached out for Izumi’s hand, linking it to his own and turning around to start walking. “Let’s get going already.”

That faster they got started the faster this would end. And the sooner he’d get to bury away all the mess of feelings that today had brought to his attention.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] He’d gotten an agreement, and so he could relax to a certain degree, but he did get trapped into this situation… one that he didn’t even want to be in to begin with, and he was starting this out being the fourth wheel. Great.

Mentally heaving a sigh, he just retreated into his mind, opting to not think about it too much. IF something were to happen and an altercation results from it, more witnesses to attest for you was better. That was the only real reason he could think of to wanting to have him around for this meeting, and even then he found that very unlikely.

No one here truly wanted him to be here, and he wasn’t stupid enough to think that he was. Regardless of where he went, no one truly wanted him around, and that was a cold-hearted fact. He simply followed the others silently, mulling things over in his mind.

All he could think about was that the younger of the two models was likely terrified of him and that was one networking candidate lost. Tsk.

What a blunder. He really does need to work on that temper of his.

#yuuwaku-amor #yuuwakuamor #shctarella #tsunderemodel #tsundere-model #FNPride #Double dating like an angry boss rp #RPans #((Muse; Urie)) #((Muse; Izumi)) #((Muse; Izumi Sena)) #((And to think that y'all asked for this)) #boqueuet