There Is A Wait List To Get Into The Shoujo Manga Appreciation Club And They Are All On It - Tumblr Posts

“... and then, he offered to sit down with me after his classes so that I could teach him about flower language so he could better understand the symbolism in his shoujo manga! Isn’t that sweet?” Tsumugi smiled softly, watching as his troupe members cooed at the memory. After all, it wasn’t every day the Muku Sakisaka appreciation club could meet, they needed to tell as many wholesome stories as possible about the young actor until they could reconvene next month. “Ah, that is absolutely splendid! In fact, it reminds me of our last tea party! Young Muku-kun seemed so excited to tell me that in the gardens of the glorious St. Flora academy, he spotted a bush of roses, which reminded him of moi. Why not even one of my poems could do the feelings of pure joy that I felt that very moment justice... However, I would be happy to give it an attem-” “he drew me a picture.” The words of the sleepiest winter troupe member made the conversation go silent. 10 eyes all stared as the man slowly pulled a piece of neatly folded paper out of his hoodie pocket and displayed it to the group. There, drawn in a very shoujo-esque style, was Hisoka himself, dressed like royalty with a strangely shaped crown atop his head. “He made me a marshmallow prince...” He stated, smiling to himself, “He gave this to me when we went to the cat cafe the other day.” “That’s it,” Azuma stated, shooting up from his seat at their table at Guy’s bar, and pulling out his wallet from his back pocket. “I’m doing it. I’m adopting him.” “Azuma no, you can’t” “I can and I must. Look at him, he’s so pure, so good, I simply want to give him the entire world, so I’ll do it. How much do you think his parents will take? I’ll give them all I have I-| He was cut off by the feeling of a large hand on his shoulder, and turned his head to see Tasuku. “Azuma no, You can’t” “Tasuku...” “Azuma you are being ridiculous... We aren’t worthy...” Azuma sighed, placing his wallet back into his pocket before sitting down, his head in his hands. “You’re right... we aren’t...” Guy, who had been silent this entire time, finally spoke out, breaking Azuma from the spiraling trance he had started down. “I think...” He began, waiting until he had the attention of his troupe members, “We should use this as a learning experience. And promise to better ourselves, and become the good people the Little Prince deserves...” “Agree”