“Your tie is crooked, dear.” She said when he reached him, immediately straightening it. If she hadn’t done it, he’d never noticed the slight tremor in her hands. It made him swallow, made him want to do what his instincts were screaming at him, to run away from all this, from the way their voices echoing made him cringe, from his strong, composed mother spinning away, visibly steeling herself to walk out of the manor's door.
- Part 1 of Shiptember 2017
03 Sep 2017
"You could just kiss me, Momo-senpai”, Ryouma says, which is evil because he was in the process of drinking something and the two minute coughing fit is painful and embarrassing.
“What?!” he says when he has his breath back, sure he must have misheard.
“You’ve been staring at my mouth for the last 10 minutes.”
- Part 2 of Shiptember 2017