Peeks around the corner
Peeks around the corner
Here’s what you do: reblog this before Sunday, December 8th. I’ll send you a url to be Secret Santa to. From December 9th-24th you will send that person cute little anonymous messages. On or after Christmas Day, you will reveal who you are!
The only real rule is that everybody has to have the anon option available for asks. Otherwise this would be called Blatently Obvious Santa and that just doesn’t work.
❅ Merry Christmas! ❅
First Meeting: Daddy’s Girl (
Because Riko is a plethora of words she couldn’t possibly describe in one sentence, and all the research Satsuki’s got is that of a strong, respectable woman. “Even if you are a barely B, of course,” she’d pry.
The Now: Amsterdam (
Riko-san is a life taker of the most devious kind, and when she wants something, she’ll get it. That also means she got that victory of Touou, and Satsuki could not be more grateful for it.
A Reminder: She’s the Blade (
There is absolutely no one up to par to Seirin’s coach: dangerous and demanding and proud and stubborn and glorious. Satsuki would wonder how Riko-san’s team would survive—but then again, they wouldn’t exactly be up to par either, if they couldn’t keep up.
A Serenade: Dead Oaks (
And maybe, kinda, sorta, Satsuki wants to be her friend more than a lot of things. Rivals they may be, but she certainly wouldn’t mind going a couple miles out to visit like friends would.
How I Feel: My Friend (
Because she knows they’ll never get along like usual friends would—but they’re not usual, and she wouldn’t really have it any other way.
Midorima, who couldn’t quite agree with the awful part of the sentence, merely dismissed it and filed his nails. “I would be lying if I said yes.” a pause, to preen his fingers as he looked up at her again.
“What brought you here?” not that he cares though, wouldn’t be impolite to just end this conversation here?
She couldn’t decide if he was pretentious or just precise, but either way, his uninterested behavior was obvious above all else. “Polite or not, I won’t bother if you don’t want me to—you should just say so.”
She’ll call it ‘friendly conversation, but Midorima was never much the type to engage in it either way. Troublesome, he is.
"Dumb student council stuff. I shouldn’t even have to fill out this paperwork though."
“Oh yeah, you’re Vice President over at Seirin, huh? Busy, busy bee, Riko-san.” As in you work too hard, Riko-san.
"…Maybe I should just go for a jog instead."
"Mm, what’re you up to, Riko-san?"
"So is that yes because I’m feeling a very strong yes.”
"Actually that’s a no. A very, particularly strong no.”
"I wasn’t sulking, though—and I’m not a stranger, Momoi, you’ve known me for a long time." doesn’t get the joke, let alone follow it.
"… I won’t even explain that one," Sighs Midorin please. "But either way you looked awful lost in thought, either way, you know. Thinking about something important?"
"… Nice to see you too, Byakuran."
"Ah, Momoi… I didn’t know you were here."
"Fancy to see you too, stranger! You looked like you were sulking in the corner, so I came to bother you, if you don’t mind."