it's that time of the year <3

[yamadori]

the white day meme

you guys know what time it is... it's White Day, the day that you give back for the chocolate you received last month on Valentine's Day! (traditionally it's guys giving back to girls, but we don't worry about that sort of thing here c:) get all your best cookies, cakes, marshmallows and - if you're feeling traditional - white-colored accessories ready to go!

this is a free-for-all honestly, I was gonna make prompts and blanked out, so go wild instead! don't forget to list your prefs if you have any, tag your nsfw, be excellent to each other, etc. for extra funsies and/or if you need some inspiration, you can have ~Magic Chocolates~ from a really old White Day meme on bakerstreet:

1. Coconut: will cause you to do anything for attention from the first person you talk to.
2. Vanilla: initiates a traditional "I'm suddenly in love with you" scenario.
3. Truffle: causes physical attraction only. Feelings of lust.
4. Maple Nut: makes you want to stalk someone.
5. Raspberry: has you crushin' hard on a person, but you keep it a secret as much as you can!
6. Caramel: has you decide to ask someone out on a casual date. No immense feelings.
7. Mint: causes you to decide a person is your BEST FRIEND EVER. To what degree is up to you.
8. Lemon: causes HATEFUL feelings.
9. Chocolate Creme: inspires you to kiss the first person you see.
10. Too much of a good thing: you end up eating two chocolates. Roll twice to determine which two you eat. If you get #10 again, add a third chocolate, a fourth, etc. Two of the same chocolate doubles the intensity.

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STOP I SWEAR IT'S ACTUALLY SMTH KINDA CUTE THIS TIME

[killed]

[ They do have the cats, and if Hiyori would stop getting hospitalized he wouldn't need to keep getting others to care for him.

Hiyori follows along, and he's happy to see Komaeda take to the idea. Interior decorating isn't his strong suit, albeit he can do basic design, and he tends to hire another person to do it. But he thinks this to be a fun little project, and it falls within what he can do. He hums as he considers their options. ]

I'm fond of Pothos, and I believe that string of pearls, or saintpaulias would be a fine addition... Ah, we could start a herb garden too~ ♪

[ There is always the option of growing vegetables from kitchen scraps as well. It's not necessary, but waste not want not. Besides, it's rather charming. His apartment has always been lifeless. It was more for decoration than for living, a place where he can come to shower and rest as needed and little more. It feels like he's here too often now if anything, but then he's still not quite fit to do the tasks necessary for returning to work either, and once he does his hours will be more regular by comparison.

He does miss his clinic, but orders are orders. He looks up to the top of the fridge, bringing his hand up to his chin. ]

Perhaps string of hearts? They could decorate the side...

[ He draws a line down with his finger to demonstrate. It's another one he's fond of. ]

YOU SHOUDL NEVER TRUST HIM, HE'S SICK. IT IS CUTE THOUGH I THINK SO ANYWAY

[killed]

[ "Poison cures poison." It's a saying that he's heard, and one that Hiyori finds to be true. Medicine is a poisonous cure to all diseases, with antibiotics and medicine to cure viruses and bacteria, surgery to remove unwanted pieces. Modern medicine is a poison and a cure all at once, damaging the body in order to remove toxins from. It's a field well suited to Hiyori, who studies and removes infections and parasites from the world.

The options given are all rather charming, and he finds that that having splashes of color can only add to the beauty of it. His kitchen is still a colorless world, maintaining the sleek and modern design that he favors, and he hasn't had quite as much need to personalize it. Still, the remainder of his apartment has steadily had additions added to break up the design and make it feel more lived in and he finds that this should be as well. ]

Those will do nicely. They may require additional care to thrive indoors, but that should be no trouble at all... Yes, we should head out.

[ He nods, patting Komaeda's shoulder before he starts walking. He lifts a small box off of the counter as he moves out of the kitchen and into the living room. The thought of stopping at the chocolate shop along the way had occurred to him, but it's likely to be busy and picked over on a day like today. The box that he has will be fine for the moment. ]

STOP HIS ROMANCE IS CUTE!!!

[killed]

Why, they're for Komaeda-kun to feed to me, of course!

[ He tucks the box into his pocket as he takes his blazer off of the coat rack, buttoning it up and smoothing out any wrinkles. Their current project allows for more causal attire, but it's rare for Hiyori to dress down from his usual semi-formal attire. It's completed by the red scarf that seems to be a staple in his outfit, but today he holds it in his hands. He spreads them apart, staring at the length of the scarf, before draping it over Komaeda's shoulders. If he's allowed, he'll carefully wrap it around his neck before letting one end dangle down. ]

We'll have to take a raincheck on making chocolates, you understand, and the shops that I favor will be rather crowded today.

[ He doesn't mind the bustle of crowds, being well acclimated to such things, but his companion is less amenable to them. That aside, he doesn't want to lose a second of today. The above aside, he does find himself with a desire for something sweet now. It might be a touch difficult while they're walking, but no matter that. There's only a few of them, and they can always take a break along the way - perhaps sit on a bench or something similar, and he can eat them one by one, and perhaps once they're gone he can eat up Komaeda as well. ]

AND??? MAYBE THOSE PEOPLE SHOULDN'T NEED TO BE KILLED

[killed]

[ He may not bond with it, but Hiyori finds that it suits him well all the same. It's no different than giving up one's jacket, an act of care and warmth, an item that can carry the lingering scent of the giver even if they should leave. He believes it serve him better in this still-cool weather, just as well as the warmth of the hand that he takes. He holds the younger Ultimate's hand in his own, following him out the door and pushing it shut behind him with complaint. ]

You need not worry. If it does, then we shall find a way to make it work for us.

[ Hiyori doesn't believe in luck, or rather, he doesn't believe in a force that cannot be controlled. If the roulette give him an unfavorable result, he only need spin it once more. If he dislikes his dice roll, he tosses them until he's satisfied with the outcome. Komaeda's luck is no different. He simply finds a way to twist it to his favor, he rolls it again and it cuts it open to see what treasures are hidden away inside of it. The Ultimate Lucky Student's way of thinking is no worse, for there's always good fortune hidden just barely out of sight.

That, too, is why he is a cut above all the rest. He takes the key out of his pocket and locks the door before replacing it. He leans over to kiss his temple before setting off toward the stairs. ]

Hm... I've been thinking about having my apartment redone, and I believe now would be the perfect time. Would you like to help me choose a new design, Komaeda-kun?

[ There's nothing wrong with the style he's chosen, it's sleep and modern and befitting of his status, but it seems his company finds it to be unpleasant. It's the monochrome colors, and perhaps it is a bit too stuffy for one who prefers vibrant colors. It should be easy enough to find a compromise between the two, and perhaps that apartment can come to feel like a home for both of them for a time. It's a wonderful little thought. ]

stooopp who among us hasn't said it

[killed]

[ He more than has, to the point where Hiyori has considered switching bedrooms for how ill the sight of it makes him feel at times. Nonetheless, he believes that a complete redesign of his apartment will have the same effect without being quite so frivolous. He sees no real need to return to an empty apartment even now, but he believes that with another person to give it life it might be. He chuckles at the suggestion, finding it to be very much like him. It carries a kind of charm, and in his mind that settles the matter. It would be better to have another help him. ]

Not at all. I wouldn't have thought of that... Ah, perhaps it would help me at night? It's been difficult for me to fall asleep at night.

[ It was easy when drugs kept him drowsy, and jusst as easy when his work schedule would so often mean that he would be working until he finally collapsed, but without either he finds that he's often restless. His mind is too active, the anxiety that such a trim schedule brings with it overpowering. ]

We don't need to choose everything. I have a catalogue of designs. We could choose a few and simply personalize them as we please!

[ He's always just paid someone to decorate his house anyway. ]

I suppose adding more color would be a start... Ah, perhaps some wall decals as well?

oh........... well maybe he is just a freak then

[killed]

[ Black and white with just a pop of red, that's the world that he lives in, and so he is satisfied to have his apartment decorated in such a sleek and modern style. It's prim and polished as his appearance, as he so often wears black and white with a red string tied around his neck. It's a noose that tightens at those times when the world grows too dull, when he risks feeling too comfortable, and reminds him that can splash paint about his world. Pops of red, bits of color that stain the floor and splatter against the wall and trail down his hands as he holds their mouth shut and they scratch at his hands.

If it were anyone else, then he might use that scarf to color is world once more. He'd look it around again and again before threading it through and pulling it tighter and tighter. He would watch the reds and purples that would turn to white and ashen gray, the scratches and flailing that would break up the cruel monochrome that plagues him. But there's no need to with the person beside him, who colors his world just with his presence - it's like carrying an opal and watching all the colors that reflect off of it in the sunlight.

Hiyori smiles as he feels those arms around him, and such thoughts reaffirm his decision. He kisses the top of his head. Had Komaeda begun to get used to him? It had almost been like starting over when he'd spoken of his title, but he dares to think that his cute husband might be growing accustomed to their dynamic, little by little, bit by bit. ]

Ah, you remembered that? I'm glad. [ He only remembers pieces of the time he spent in the hospital, but that conversation had stuck with him, as had what followed. ] Yes, I quite like that. Perhaps we could decorate it in pastels? The plants would look stunning against a softer color.

[ A pop of color, a burst of life, something lively that catches the eye. He idly adds, ]

Oh, I believe they sell colorful sets off pots and pans. I'd like to get some that match.