// I am in desperate need of flustered Tokaku images (like above) to turn into icons, so if you have some, or know about some, please let me know~!
Send me “Hey, sleepyhead” and my muse will react to finding yours in their bed.
The blonde assassin re-enters her bedroom fully clothed after her shower, to find Haru lying in her bed. She cocks her head to the side a fraction, before stepping closer to her bed. She stands over the twin-tailed girl pretending to be trying to scare her.
"Oho, Haru-chan! What are you doing in my bed?"
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After turning the light of her room on, Nio certainly is not expecting to see the sprawled out figure of Haruki Sagae lying on her bed. Many different questions circle in the blonde assassin’s brain.
"Uhh… Haruki-san?" She asks the figure that she is at least 70% sure is sleeping. "What exactly are you doing in my room…?"
send me a ship and I’ll respond with either ❤ or ✖
// ❤ - Hell yeah, this ship is soo good. Every ship involving Nio is good. The Nio babe needs more love.
// ❤ - Uwaaa, I must admit, I’m a dirty multishipper! Satsunon and RyuNonon are both incredible ships!
Send me “Luxury Seat” to see my character’s reaction to yours sitting on mine’s lap —
Just what is she doing? Though the added weight wasn’t much to deal with, Chitaru couldn’t help but feel a bit odd as the Black Class judge plopped herself down upon her lap without a care. Her gaze fixated upon the blonde immediately, the taller assassin merely let out a soft sigh before wrapping her arms around Nio’s waist. Face coming to gently bury in the girls shoulder, Chitaru gave her companion a light nuzzle before addressing her, her face remaining buried all the while. “…did you require something, Nio? Or am I just getting a free opportunity to hug you?”
"All of us are monsters, Nio. Some more-so than others, we all have the shadows of imperfection chasing our heels with each passing minute."
Chitaru knew very well just what the smaller girl was getting at with her choice in words, that she was something horrid, to be feared & the like. She wasn’t entirely sure as to her reasoning’s behind the feelings of inadequacy, of course, but chalked it up to the assassins trade that they all took up. If that were the case however… Nio would be right. She would be a monster, everyone in the entire Black Class would by some definition be deemed a monster.
Some were led by greed, some by wrath, others deeply rooted revenge, all of them though with differing reasons behind enrollment still had the instincts of a killer. A person wasn’t supposed to kill others for any reason, now were they? Animalistic— that term would have been the one Chitaru felt covered the feelings that came with assassination. Animalistic relief, near elation should the target be right & gone. The regal assassin built her walls over time to force the nagging feeling of her own inadequacy away however, a task that for the most part had worked. & yet, there was always a thought to cross her mind at times, snapping her forced reality in half.
People were different when they were forced to kill. & perfection no longer existed in its purest form.
"Feel free to tell me you’re not a good person, Nio. Tell me any & every bit of self depreciation you have. But I want you know that no matter what caustic thought may cross your mind, you’re far from alone. There are others whom couldn’t hold a candle to the wonderful girl that you are." The crack in the others voice moments prior unsettled Chitaru, to hear a strong soul essentially close to breaking? It was highly upsetting. Sighing softly however, the princely girl merely closed her eyes as she continued on.
"I know that there are things you’re hiding, for everyone hides sides to themselves from others vengeful eyes. I also know that these things wont ever change my opinion on you…."
Nio listens on to Chitaru in silence, scrutinizing the regal assassin’s face. “She’s wrong.” is all Nio is able to think. If only she knew how truly disgusting I am.
Everything that Nio has done seems to fill her mind; take over her senses. She is taken to that world in her past where she was brutal and cruel. A true devil. All of her hope is centered around the fact that she doesn’t want to be what she used to be. After family, before Yuri. She just wants it all gone. Assassination is something that Nio wants to carry on doing. But doing it the way her family has for generations on end? No, that’s not what she wants at all. The way she loses just a fraction of control, changing things in minds that she isn’t supposed to touch, switching memories, and twisting personalities is something so, so wrong, and evil not even the devil sat in a relatively sane and normal fellow assassin’s lap can look at it without cringing.
Sane and normal… That’s what she thinks of Chitaru as. A safe haven. Although she may not understand exactly what Nio thinks herself to be, she’s always there to reassure. And sitting there, indulging in her own memories, Nio seems to understand that this is the reason that she fell in love with this particular assassin.
Slowly, she comes out of her small trance of memory, and stares into Chitaru’s face rather than through it. Nio looks at all of her lover’s features, taking in everything that is now, and smiles. A sombre smile it may be, but still, it is one. All of a sudden, Nio wraps her arms around Chitarus neck, and buries her face into the crimson assassin’s shoulder. Still, she doesn’t cry. Her voice, however, cracks multiple times.
"I’m hiding so much, Chitaru-san. Things I can’t even tell you. I’m sorry… I’m sorry…" The tiny assassin grips the fabric of Chitaru’s clothing, seeming to be more angry than upset… Right about now, Nio isn’t even sure how she herself feels.
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"Oh, Kenmochi-san! I was looking for you!" Nio has bumped into Shiena in the hall. She knows that almost immediately, that statement would spark suspicion in the brunette. After all, Nio is a particularly suspicious person. This reason is exactly why Nio takes a tight hold of Shiena’s hands and leans towards her.
She stands a little higher on her toes to reach Shiena’s forehead and press her lips to it. Of course she would bless Shiena. The assassin does mean a considerable amount to her. But then she falters, and blushes softly. Taking in a small breath, Nio quickly leans forwards to peck Shiena quickly on the lips. As soon as she has broken contact with the other assassin’s lips, Nio releases her hands, and takes a step back. At least now Shiena knows why she was being searched for. Hopefully.
Looking at the hands coming apart Shiena lifted her own to glance at it and the blonde before letting the appendage for with a small ‘Hmph’. It was always surprising and quite enchanting to see the arbitrator’s more…humane side. Especially one of affectionate display, on one hand the brunette was bashful unused to such treatment and on the other she doubted and hated to do so. Her fingers traced her lips and she blushed at the memory of the kiss. It was strange to be called with an honorific after such display of intimacy but the assassin knew it would be wierder to drop it. Or at least completely.
"Nio-san…has always done things out of the ordinary," she replied rather bluntly, which perhaps was something atributed to her state of solace, "So I’m surprised but not altogether that shocked,"
Perhaps it was a tad of irritation at the display being pushed under the capret so nonchalantly or it was just that she hadn’t wrapped her mind on the situation yet but the slightly taller girl was not about to let it be. It was obviously a big matter, considering the meaning of the kiss, so she was not about to ignore the matter. It might have started as a game but this kissing matter had probably surfaced many things among the classmates so with a smile Shiena suggested took the girl’s hand and kissed the back.
"I..am not as expressive as you are which is admirable even though a tad vexing," Shiena admitted, "So allow me to at least reciprocate…"
Of course more than this to the pup might have been too flustering.
Shiena’s reaction does no less than amuse the small devil. She brings the tips of her fingers to her lips, and giggles softly into them, her cheeks a fair shade of pink. For certain she finds Shiena’s reaction quite adorable, as per usual. It seems everything the brunette does is somewhat cute to her. In any case, She watches Shienas next actions with interest.
It takes Nio by surprise when Shiena takes her hand. Even more so when the assassins lips make contact with the blonde’s skin. Isn’t Shiena a little opposed to contact? She’s seen it before. The brown-haired assassin always seems to tense up at contact. This fact made it just a little more surprising to Nio that she would be kissed on the hand by none other than Shiena Kenmochi. The connection lets the light pink of Nio’s cheeks darken, and spread, causing Nio herself to get a little flustered too.
"Ahaa, yep, I guess I do do weird stuff sometimes…" Her nervous laughter slips from between her lips. It was something Nio meant to hold. After all, she was supposed to be the confident one here. Something about Shiena’s actions did make the blonde shy a little, however.
Some part of Nio wonders if Shiena was going to do something more. The pup is known to be a little shy, after all. Maybe she’s just getting hopeful.
// I just got a bunch more Tokaku and Nio icons, hell yeah.