❛ weeeeeeellllllllllllll , ❜ her back faces him as the word gets drawn-out. the way it rolls off her tongue foreshadows the awaiting long winded answer she’s about to give him. after all, he did ask. speaking with a tone that is matter-of-factly, she begins : ❛ AS YOU'RE AWARE , ibuki happens to play a bit of guitar. ❜ the musician leans in closer to her classmate, pausing for emphasis before continuing with an outstretched an arm. ❛ leisurely , of course. —— ibuki’s true priorities are a matter of national security and if she had to tell you . . . ❜ she trails off, strands of her hair wisp from side to side as she shakes her head, no doubt invading hajime’s face.
it’s an obvious lie since hajime already knows very well what her talent is. what with all the concerts she so graciously offered to host, and spontaneous sessions of band practice —— you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone on the island that didn’t know ibuki played guitar pretty frequently. not to mention what a seeming scary reality they would live in if she did in fact attend to matters of such gravity.
❛ —— anyway , it might surprise you to find out that ibuki can also play the drums. &. not to toot my own horn or anything but , ❜ [ nevertheless, she does exactly that. hand reaching up to tug at an invisible horn. ] ❛ but some would actually say ibuki’s a musical prodigy. the ultimate musician in fact. if you can believe it. ❜ she turns her face slight toward him, around offering him both a wink and a toothy grin. hajime’s face is once again smacked with ibuki’s hair as she turns to face away from him. a hand manicured with black nail polish tucks some stray pieces behind her ear.
her stance is more confident now, shoulders squared and head slightly inclined. ❛ —— naturally , one who holds such a title must remain adept in various types of instruments ; and ibuki’s always wanted to try learning how to play the harp , but the players sit on the most uncomfortable chairs. —— so , here i am . . . practicing. ❜
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐇, 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐒 ? It’s like a layer of salt on top of this whole mess that is Mioda. Hajime’s gritting his teeth trying to put up with her, looking just on the verge of just tossing the whole musician out & standing up. Of course, she’s in a pretty good position to keep her balance on his lap at present, & given the kind of person she is, chances are she’s gonna have no trouble at all with him trying to stand up or shove her off. At least, he's got reasonable cause to believe that’s the case.
So he’s not exactly thrilled with her being here, but he’s sticking it out like a champ. Even with that growing heat of embarrassment under his skin, or flustering or whatever it is. Of course she looks cute winking at him, tucking back her wayward strands & carrying on. Almost exaggeratedly so. But he’s about to go nuts on that freaking hair of hers ( & why’s he so damned flustered just having her thighs pressed flat on his ? ).
❝ So, you’re telling me ... you want to play the harp. On my lap. Am I understanding you correctly ? & why my lap in particular, Mioda ? I’m pretty sure you could get away with using Soda’s ... although, now that I’ve said it out loud, I can see why you wouldn’t want to. ❞
Eugh. Yeah, that wouldn’t end well for Mioda. & she probably would make it end badly for that dufus after he made it end badly for her, which would create a mess that surely somehow would wind up being Hajime’s responsibility to clean up. So much for that.
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄. He’s ... never quite sure what to make of the musician, but this has got to take the cake. Plopping herself down in his lap, sitting in a most unladylike position, laughing carelessly. A whole mess of trouble in the shape of a girl.
With typical dryness, he eyes the musician taken up residence on his lap, lips pressed together. Not unsurprised, but trying not to give her a reaction she can mock or tease him for. Unfortunately, it does not suppress the embarrassment he’s actually feeling, & he’s come to the conclusion that girls can naturally pick up on stuff like that ; Mioda even more than most.
❝ I know I’m going to regret asking this, but ... what are you doing ? ❞
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five times kissed (either personality, hell both even!)
Five Times Kissed || Accepting
These are going to be long so I will put them under a read more.
Five Times Kissed: Hajime
The first time Mikan felt Hajime's lips against her own was in the cool of night on Jabberwock Island. They were alone on the beach, watching the waves crash in and sitting in silence. It was quiet moments like this that made Mikan feel the safest - especially so when Hajime was around. The two had grown quite close as friends, hanging out more often and learning more and more about each other. Mikan felt his hand on hers that night, fingers intertwining. When she looked up, his lips met hers.
The second time they kissed was in front of their classmates. Someone had suggested a game of truth or dare - the most stereotypical teen game. And someone (Hiyoko) dared Hajime to kiss the "ugly pig Mikan." It took almost everyone by surprise when he took her up on the dare. Mikan's face was bright red for the rest of the night, much to the amusement of the others.
The third kiss was swift and a fleeting moment's decision on Mikan's part. She was rambling on about some medical procedure when she caught him smiling at her. The overwhelming flood of emotions that filled her chest had her feeling dizzy, her own tiny smile pulling at her lips. She'd had a sneaking suspicion that her feelings toward him were those of love but she hadn't quite confirmed it until she paused mid-sentence and stood on tip-toe to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
The fourth kiss was immediately after - though this one was on his lips instead.
The fifth kiss was one of deceit. Her skin was hot and sweat rolled down the back of her neck as she straddled him in the staff room of the hospital that night. The fever had not yet fully set in but the seeds were sewn - the plans were forming in her head. She cupped his face in her hands, smiling as she felt how strangely aroused he seemed to be. She leaned in, pulling his face towards hers and kissing him deeply. The deaths of Ibuki and Hiyoko would be revealed the next morning and this kiss was, in a way, her goodbye.
Five Times Kissed: Izuru
The first kiss is not one of love, but of a robotic routine. She was used to this from the various older men who did what they pleased with her. It was all part of the process; take your clothes off, lie down, kiss, try not to cry too much or you'll get hit, etc. But this felt different - she wanted it this time, not because she loved him but because their union meant the continuation of her Beloved's reign. She leaned in, her lips hovering a few centimetres from his, a smirk pulling at her lips before she captures his.
The second time they kissed was in the dark of a back alley in the dead of night. The world around them enveloped in chaos and despair, they sought the comfort of privacy and peace if only for a moment. She stood stiffly, her back pressed against the brick wall behind her as he approached, telling her there was no one nearby under his breath. She gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes and whispered his name, arms spread wide to beckon him closer. She knew he felt nothing toward her but she still acted as though he did. She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him as a lover might kiss the object of their affection after years spent apart.
The third kiss happened as the bathtub filled with water in the abandoned house they made into their makeshift "home". Neither party stayed there longer than a few hours to sleep or bathe at first but the longer they kept trying for a baby that would never come the more they found themselves playing the roles of husband and wife. She peeled him out of his clothing and ran her fingers through his hair to detangle it gently, all while the water slowly rose in the tub. Her lips pressed gently against the nape of his neck, before he turned so she could embrace him more passionately.
The fourth kiss was one that took Mikan by surprise. She was the one to initiate things, she was the one to offer herself to him. It was never in his motives to show anything but apathy and boredom. But he seemed angry that night, or frustrated in a way. He was always the quiet type but he seemed even more so now. He glared at her all night and she could feel the uneasiness rising in her stomach. After an eternity of silence he demanded her to kiss him. And so she did.
The fifth kiss was one of goodbyes, though neither wanted to say it was. Mikan could feel it in her core though, that this would be the last time she'd ever see him again for a long time. The next they'd see each other wouldn't be until months later, only catching a glimpse of each other while being transported to a remote island. The incident going on in Towa City had intrigued Izuru, rumours floated about that Junko's AI were hidden there. He decided to go looking for it - only until he found it, or got bored, whichever came first. "Do you r-really have to go?" Mikan asked, her hand pressed against her belly. She was sure her plans had worked, she had a gut feeling she'd be a mother soon. "That's fine," she resigned, reaching up to cup his cheek. She pulled him closer and kissed him deeply. "There, a kiss goodbye."
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, & 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒. A journal. It’s been a little while since he’s kept one, having lost the habit with his old one, but the book he holds now is so beautiful & finely crafted that he can’t help but to swear he’ll pick it up again just to use it. Even if his depressingly ordinary thoughts & experiences seem a little unworthy of such a gorgeous journal.
He gently, appreciatively thumbs the characters of his name in the corner, feeling the difference in texture between them & the leather they’re set in. Custom printed, & with exactly the right kanji ( & there are so many that spell his ordinary name ). The amount of thought that’s gone into this ...
❝ Kuzuryu ... thank you. I’ll cherish it. ❞ He smiles at her. It’s not a big smile, but it’s warm.
It’s so very warm.
@ultrahoped :: In a rare moment of genuineness, Natsumi offers Hajime a small wrapped box containing an extremely nice, decorated leatherbound journal, Hajime's name embossed in small gold print in the upper corner. "Here. ...Don't ever tell anybody I said this, but... thanks for being around. Happy birthday."
She smiles, so he wants to spend time with her for his birthday. How sweet.
“Sure. Let’s spend today together then.” She closes her game, taking her bag off and putting it away inside the plush bag. “I was hoping you wanted to hangout. It’s been a while since it was us, right?”
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. He doesn’t say as much aloud, but as subtle a thing as it is, it’s a strong warmth that settles in his belly like hot cocoa. Nanami’s full attention. Feels like a prize, a gift, in & of itself.
( Not to mention, she was hoping to hang out with him ! )
❝ Yeah, it has. How about we take a walk on the beach & hit up the arcade ? There’s a lot we can do in an afternoon. ❞
While the pronunciation of Hajime's first name ( はじめ ) often means "beginning," the kanji it is written with, 創, primarily means "injury" or "flaw." "Hinata" ( 日向 ) means “a sunny place” or “to face the sun.” His full name can altogether translate as either “to face a new day” or "to face an imperfect day."
Matching the meaning of his given name, Hajime's birthday is January 1, the first day of the year in the Gregorian calendar.
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃’𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍. Sweetest boy there ever was, & for all his awkwardness he’d wormed his way into Hajime’s life like no other. Look at him, all awkwardly trying to set the stage, second guessing himself after goodness knows how much build up both internal & external, all leading up to this moment when he’d give Hajime the big reveal !
𝐀𝐇 ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ & when it comes ! How many hours of labour have gone into making this beautiful bicycle ? Hajime inhales, taking a moment just to take it all in, not just for the initial surprise but for all the wonder that follows, observing the craftsmanship of which only the Ultimate Mechanic must be capable.
He approaches it to run his fingertips appreciatively along the silk smooth frame, the seat, the handlebars. 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄.
❝ Holy crap, Kazuichi ... & you made this for me ? ❞
He’ll get a kiss for that !
@ultrahoped :: "Happy birthday! I got you something cool! Well, uh - made you something. I hope you think it's cool. It's probably not that - well, uh, happy birthday! Again! Here!" Sweeping off a tablecloth, Kazuichi reveals a beautiful bicycle that he must have surely spent a long time putting together. He'd have gone for a motorcycle, but he's pretty sure that's not Hajime's speed.
“happy birthday, hajime.” oh hey it’s chiaki! she’s approaching with a small wave and game system in other hand.
“do you want anything for your birthday…?”
❝ ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ 𝐀𝐇, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 ... ❞ He hadn’t expected to be remembered today, much less by her. Since their first meeting he’s had a special soft spot in his calloused heart for her ( not hardened, just a little tough ), & despite the friendship between them, he would have thought she’d have plans for New Year’s.
❝ Yeah, actually. If you’re free, I’d love to hang out together.
That’s what I’d like. ❞
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐅 ! It'd be a lie to say that Hajime's not touched. Yeah, Teruteru's a dork. & it's funny to think back on how reluctant Hajime was to befriend him or anyone else, now that he's in a present where they've all become such a major part of his life. That the chef not only remembered his birthday for all the fuss & excitement that comes with the start of a new year, even in such a secluded group, honestly means more to him than he's likely to ever put into words.
He's smiling. That sugar portrait of him is really corny. & the whole thing is no doubt going to be the single most delicious confectionary he has ever tasted.
❝ Hanamura, wow, that is incredible ! Thank you, really ... very much. Do you mind if I share it with everyone ? ❞
@musemultiplied :: Here comes Teruteru, with a perfectly prepared birthday cake for Hajime! It even has sugar art of Hajime wielding a sword like he's He-Man, because Teruteru's a dork. "Happy birthday, pal!"
Hinata Hajime's last words were,
❝ Oh god ... there's blood everywhere ... ❞
the overarching theme of all the deaths is sacrifice ... his death too is a sacrifice. but is it intentional on his part ? no. he acts without thinking. it’s a moment of growth that shocks even him. but then he’s dead.
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