japanese sun

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FACE CLAIM: his own face, and yato from noragami
NAME: arisato minato.
HEIGHT: pre-revival: 5′7″; post-revival: 6′1″′.
SPECIES: human, demigod
GENDER: male
NATIONALITY: japanese.
BIRTHDAY: march 5th
SUN SIGN: pisces
RESIDENCE: japan
MARITAL STATUS: single (in a relationship, depending on verse)
ALIGNMENT: neutral good
DRINK: caffè latte
FOOD: takoyaki, gyudon, curry
DAY OR NIGHT: night
SNACKS: blueberry
SONGS: rap & jazz
PET: dog (koromaru flashbacks)
COLOUR: blue
FLOWER: blue hibiscus
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic
BODY TYPE: slim, healthy, fit.
EYE COLOUR: bluish-grey
HAIR COLOUR: navy blue

tagged by @amateraaasu (y’know, we’ve followed each other for the longest time yet we’ve never interacted– we oughta change that lmao)

tagging: @derelinquar | @jokyoukou | @eternalfaction | @shimizvs | @itsfuckinpink | @victorsfall | @lvcion | @perishen | @crownofsmiles | @starbearing | @ignirae | @futureheld

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.