puppycrush2 | week three

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week three | mingle

So, uh.

Welcome to Week Three! We’ve officially passed the halfway point, and after a super, duper successful Match Ceremony, I’m sure the teens are feeling all hyped up and raring to go.

Right?

Regardless, there are a few changes this Monday morning to greet the teens:

First off, there is a new bathroom! Oooh, aaaahhhh. Three whole bathrooms in the house for the teens now. Enjoy.
There is also a set of video games in the living room to connect to the TV. They are pretty much all multiplayer party games like M*rio C*rt. Don’t kill each other.
There are a few packs of dorayaki now scattered around the house.
There is also a piano now in the living room!
On the counter in the kitchen, there is also some paper and writing implements, like basic ballpoint pens. Wait, doesn’t that break the rules?

Tsukasa’s extremely loud and obnoxious voice is not here to greet you guys this morning, which means it seems there isn’t a Task for the week–

But something else seems to be going on.

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[ ...

he looks up at her, soft as can be, and anna turns her face away. her expression can still be seen in the mirror though; guilty, eyes closing as she chews her lip, arms crossing.

when she does speak, it's only because they're the only ones in the bathroom that he can catch her quiet, sheepish words. ]

... I mean, I'd be-- lying if part of me... hadn't hoped you would turn against him, after hearing what he said. I knew you wouldn't. But I still kind of wished you had, just... [ a short exhale. ] Because I wanted to know you were on my side, not sitting in the middle.

[ she's no angel. she's a fairly good person, and she is thoughtful to the people she loves -- but there is a side of anna yanami that's cold and angry, who believes that if a girl's so willing to step aside just because "someone was there first" then that girl should lose the race. it's not a pleasant look. it seems as unlike her as the shyness will has seen first hand.

but it is something she admits to. something he should know about her anyway. ]

It was dumb. I was mad, I wanted to get back at him, wanted to show him that you'd choose someone with no skills over his dozens that could help you out -- because those aren't what matter, even if he wants to act like they're all that matter. I can't deny any of that, Will-kun.

But I was sincerely trying to figure out his match, so he could find someone that makes him as happy as you do me, when we were talking in the aquarium. I even had Tsukasa-kun arrange a date between him and Kat-chan since I felt he owed her that much for snapping at her during the ceremony, just so he'd be forced to give someone a chance to get to know him more that really, really wanted to, that reached out and was slapped for it. She's a good girl. It seems like they really hit it off, so I'm glad -- I just feel bad that she's gonna get caught in his piss-poor attitude.

[ though it doesn't seem like he turns it onto her any. which is sweet, if only because... kat hasn't spoken badly to him, and "jumped when [he] did," whatever that means.

... but... ]

I think we're alike. That's why it's a toss up. Why-- we can't get along, and why we're both attracted to you, Will-kun, even if that's soured on his end.

[. . .]

[he listens, but the softness in his gaze never once wavers. not at her admission, and not even when she compares herself to the person with whom she has fought since day one. and when she is finished. . .]

[. . . Will pushes himself from the door to cross the bathroom towards her, arms snaking around her waist, weight pressed warmly against her back as he rests a chin against her shoulder. he isn't much taller than her. . . but he is tall enough that his presence envelopes her, that he can gather her into his arms tightly, as if trying to shield her from the world and the anger outside]

. . . I don't sit in the middle. [he thinks. . . that may be becoming more and more obvious as things get more and more harrowing. but he can see why people think that about him, based on what he has tried] I just believe in giving people a chance.

[he has given Akechi a chance, and that has been spat on. and now. . with the wishes, and his world, being so openly threatened. . . he is forced to take a stance against him]

And even if you had hoped I would turn against him. . . [which he can also believe, because of what Anna had said about jealousy] I believe that's something you understand about me.

[. . . a small nuzzle]

And would have understood, had he given us the chance to talk about it.

[ he is just tall enough for it, but more than that she's still slighter than him -- she hasn't got the broad shoulders of lemon, born athlete, nor is she as tiny as komari, but... she's still very much "a girl" in dictionary definition, her picture right next to the word. anna tenses at first, just because she hadn't expected it, and relaxes soon after, resting her head back a bit on his shoulder in return.

the nuzzle is sweet, the warmth is sweeter; it feels like he's acting as a barrier between her and the rest of the world in a way, heart tapdancing in her chest. ]

I know you don't sit in the middle. You're too firm for that -- and too kind in the same measure, just... wanting to hold out a hand like one was held out for you, when you weren't great.

[ she gets it. but it's very much that she hadn't wanted will's hand out at all, selfish as it was. anna rests her hands on his, tilting her head against his. ]

... We... could still be a match, you know. For real. I asked Minami-kun to pick me yesterday, since I figure he was as likely as anyone if Akechi-kun was yours, and he's on the opposite team, but I'm sure that's out the window now that Tsukasa-kun's taken Maomao-san's place.

[ and she'll be RIGHT about that. she knows her demon friend (?). ]

I'm probably one of the people who's got hers in group anyway, between you and maybe Steve-kun.

[oh, Anna. . . honestly? in the wake of everything, Will finds himself wanting to indulge in the possibility for just one moment. his smile is soft, but she'll easily feel it springing to life against her skin, a slow movement of lips as he continues to nuzzle]

[they had already decided they were a match, perfect or otherwise. wouldn't it be nice if the show runners believed in them, too. . .?]

What would you do if we were? [he asks, his grip on her waist only tightening] Would you smile like Ritsuka did?

[ yeah. yeah, in the wake of it all, certainly, it'd be nice to imagine, surely just then. not because of anything will said like five minutes ago. his smile makes her smile, bordering on a grin. ]

Wider. I'd make them turn off the cameras in the shed too, just so I could kiss you the way I wanna.

[LISTEN!!!]

[he laughs a bit at that, breath washing warm against her skin. he is not pulling away-- he is quite comfy here, tucked into her neck, nuzzling like a cat who doesn't know how to let go]

I wouldn't mind if you did it in front of the cameras at this point.

[ oh my godddddd she should have locked this bathroom she just SHUT THE DOOR!!!!!!!!!!! her face is getting warm, giggling as one hand comes up to comb through his hair. ]

What, and end up like we did yesterday? [ a tease. ] Maybe men are all perverts.

[IMMEDIATELY TURNING RED!!!]

Not-- not that, I wouldn't-- [help]

[ yeah that's making her laugh louder, shaking in his arms as she shakes her head. ]

I wouldn't let it go that far either -- the only person I want to see me like that is you, stupid.

[ ... and her future husband if this doesn't last, but-- she's not thinking that, really. sosuke was her everything once. will is her everything now. she'd never push him into anything, but he's definitely the face she sees in her dreams.

anna sighs, fond as she continues to rake through his hair, and continues just as affectionately. ]

... I'd be so happy, I think I'd cry.

[Will isn't thinking it either but if he WAS his response to that would be WHAT IF FUTURE HUSBAND AND WILL. . . ARE ONE AND THE SAME????]

[but anyway, he tilts his head into those fingers, happy with the way they feel scraping against his scalp. he's wearing his headband again. I'm sorry. next week she'll buy him a cute fashionable outfit, maybe, and then he'll ditch it for good]

[her answer brings more warmth to a heart that feels like it can't get any more full. will it burst one day, with the depth of emotion he has felt since meeting her? if it does, he can only imagine that would be a good thing]

I don't think I'd cry. . .

[he got a little misty at Casablanca, but. that was the extent of it]

But I'd pick you up and spin you until we were both dizzy.

[ it's fine. she likes his stupid headband, lifting it gently with her fingers to scratch under it too.

anna lets the statement linger, turning her own over in her head, before she admits with a bit of wistfulness. ]

... I wish we'd gone today.

[ just to see. because it'd be nice, to know. either akechi would've had to face the facts and have his hand forced at the final bell, or... they could've spent the next week with each other. waking in the same bed, maybe not getting up until the afternoon -- so wrapped up in each other as they could be -- and

coming to visit, of course, everyone here. after they'd had their fill of privacy. ]

[ah. . . and there it is. a bit of reality to bring them both down. his smile turns rueful, but at least it doesn't vanish. not completely]

Me too.

[even if he is sure at this point it wouldn't have been a match. . . it would have been nice, to take that walk with her, hand-in-hand]

. . . me too.

[ ... even if she's sure at this point they would've been, despite akechi's harsh words about her intuition...

she keeps it to herself. she'll continue to support will, and that means supporting his thoughts about the match, too. there's such strong evidence for him and akechi, even if anna doesn't know the details herself... but she could never count herself out, fingers more idly combing through his hair.

it hurts, though. like a little thorn. she exhales slowly out her nose. calm, calm. ]

Would've swung your hand the whole way. I know a lot of people might think I would be upset, or stirred up some trouble if it didn't go my way... but I'd be okay. After a little bit.

[ yeah, of course she'd be upset. but it wouldn't last, and she wouldn't take it out on others. even if she hasn't got the greatest track record. ]

[ANNA STOP MAKING ME EMO]

I know you would've.

[it's funny, the journey Will's thoughts have taken on this. from not caring if they were a match, to thinking that they definitely were, to now being certain that they aren't. . . but being okay with it, even if the newly budding romantic side of him thinks it'd be wonderful]

But it's like I said before. We're the best kind of match to exist, Anna.

Because no matter who we're paired with here. . . we chose each other for ourselves. And that matters.

[the kind of perfect match that decided for themselves. nothing else could be more romantic than that]

[ ... mmhmm. the best kind.

and yet, she wants...

anna stares ahead, smile small but strained, before she turns her head to nuzzle into the side of his. just a bit. her throat feels so tight. she wants to be anywhere else. ]

We should get out of here. I just wanted to calm you down a little, though it kinda feels like you've got some excess energy in a different way now.

[ mr cuddly....... ]

[SHE ISN'T WRONG. . . and although it takes some willpower, he does draw back]

Thank you.

I do feel better now.

[and he offers her his hand, fingers open and palm at the ready]

[ hand in his, easy as can be, grin sincerely warm. ]

Good. Aren't you glad you have such a wonderful girlfriend that knows exactly how to cool your head?

[SINCERELY]

I am, yes.

[fingers curling around hers. also warm!!]

[ ... heheh. ]

Hug me whenever. I'll be your stress toy to squeeze.

[just. meeting her gaze with his, features bright, practically beaming]

I really do love you.

[ a

um ]

[ he

beat her to it, huh................ ]

... You too. Stupid.

[ehehehe. . .]

[and with that. . . well. he leans in to press his lips against hers, soft and gentle. but after that. . . it is time to exit the bathroom]

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