In trouble with the Gods

Let’s just go wherever. Wherever, however far, in the silence of space, until we see something. Or so long as we still see nothing. Or until we cease to be. Until we know the end is upon us. Let us go together. This is fate. Dorm: A || Room: 11 › shared with Kanba ✔ Terrorism

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She gave a grave nod, and smile pressing her fingers together before removing them to reach for her food; giving her brother another nod.

“Okay, Sho-chan.” Himari didn’t want to take forever eating as it was getting late now, but she couldn’t eat quickly either. She dipped the rice ball into the soy sauce, and brought it to her mouth to take another bite. Finally, she was full and watched as Shoma tried to clean up, Himari turned her head to ponder his question for a few seconds.

“I don’t think so, but it might?” It was getting colder each night, but it didn’t seem to bother the youngest all that much. “Are you feeling the cold more, Sho-chan?” Oh right, the grocery list! Himari had completely forgotten all about that!

She now stood and wandered off into the kitchen to grab a few cloths, and back to hand one to Shoma. She let hers’ sit on the table for a moment, while going into her desk drawers to get out a pen and paper.

“I would’ve forgot if you weren’t here!” Himari waddled back over, and even laughed starting to work on the list.

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As their little dinner came to a conclusion, Shoma felt more at ease to start wandering..but had no reason to get up. Having been brought a cloth, he went straight to work, mopping at every inch of the table within arm's length whether it had been tarnished by their meal or not. Himari's forgetfulness had him smiling - she was still a kid deep down, even with her rather serious, adult-like problems.

"It's not that bad." He informed her while collecting the cloth in a ball between his palms. "Some nights it's actually too warm, but the bigger problem is Kanba's snoring."

With that, he retreated into the kitchen, both to shake that hand towel out and to retrieve a container large enough to hold all of their leftovers. "Take your time with that list, there's a lot of cleaning to do, so just worry about remembering everything." Housework was still ever-enjoyable for the middle child, clearly.

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When Shoma reassured the girl with his words she smiled wide, and even felt her cheeks blush a little as she shook her head at his somewhat of a question.

“No, I didn’t put anything extra in!” she replied, rubbing the side of her arm. How like her brother to lift her spirits like that! “I think we made a nice team together.”

It was better that the conversation turned from Kanba, because Himari didn’t want to feel sad anymore that he wasn’t here but it had made her awfully tired, and she felt quite drained now but it was probably all the unpacking she had to do.

Her purplish eyes turned towards the love heart riceball he’d especially made for her as he spoke up again. Himari looked up, and shook her head at his question. She had lost her appetite, but now somehow it returned which was probably a good thing as well.

“Mmm!” her fingers glided over the table to reach for another riceball, and maybe she’d only be able to eat half of it at the most but at least she wouldn’t be going to bed hungry. “After this I will be full!” Himari laughed, picking up the rice within her fingers; dipping it into the soy sauce.

Everything always tasted better with soy sauce.

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"Of course we do, we're family." He made sure to profess this as often as possible. It was a truth he would never tire of establishing.

"Aah, take your time, Himari..." Content with all he'd eaten, Shoma decided to start tidying up as his sister indulged a bit more. That was a pretty good save — she went from near-tears to..well, carrying on as usual. At the same time, that was sort of depressing.

Not something to dwell on, nope. He should be glad Himari wasn't upset about anything in the end, and leave it at that.

Without rising from the table, as it would have been impolite, Shoma busied himself with wiping is fingers of rice bits (there was some licking involved, thank you soy sauce) and picking up little grains of rice from the tabletop, the lucky few that survived... but would inevitably end up in the trash. "..It isn't too cold at night, is it?" The silence offered some space for thought, and his mind was wandering to all the different aspects of their new lives that he had yet to nag Himari about. "I'll pick up some thicker pajamas for you next time I go to the store, and some socks."

"Just include those in the grocery list..."

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There was definitely something wrong, but Himari never wanted to admit to that so she would keep a smile on her face even while she was feeling sad but Shoma just always knew when she was like that but gosh weren’t all of Himari’s thoughts redundant? It continued to catch her off guard like that though.

Himari watched patiently as her brother took a bite of food, and gave a nod of relief as he ate. Just because she wasn’t that hungry didn’t mean that Shoma had to suffer as well!

“How does it taste, Sho-chan~?” Himari studied his features, and her voice was oddly quiet.

If she could read minds, the girl would tell Sho-chan that she didn’t need that but her brother would probably say otherwise.

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"It tastes good, Himari." As if to prove it, Shoma took another big bite from the mass of rice, chewing it all carefully before continuing. "Better than usual, I think...you didn't add something while I wasn't looking, did you?" No, he wasn't truly suspecting her of anything. Just exaggeration a little in an effort to regain whatever happiness had been lost within those few moments. He was about to go on about how Kanba was seriously missing out, but he didn't their tabletalk to reach him again.

Finishing up his riceball with that, he thumbed at the corners of his mouth to make sure he didn't make a mess of himself (he was pretty tidy when it came to eating in the first place..) before moving to take up his mango juice for another long draft. Maybe things had just gone so wishy-washy because they were both tired...and moving around so much was pretty stressful.

They were still kids after all, though Shoma was perfectly content with claiming an 'elder' role.

"You're have some more, right?" Bluebro motioned to the rest of their dinner with his chin while capping his bottle. "Or...are you already full?"

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Five hour workshops? Five hour workshops. — closed

An...anger management musical?

First he was 'required' to take cheerleading lessons and now he had to be in some sort of play — er, musical? How was this even a workshop? And how did anyone know of his little outbursts? He had yet to publicly lose his cool over anything, though when that sort of stuff happened...

Alright, he could be pretty scary. Not necessarily in anyone else's opinion but his own. Shoma didn't have much room to complain anyway, the other options weren't drastically better. One of those alternatives was crumpled in a hand as he shuffled from the academy itself to the dorm rooms. He was making a quick line back to his shared space just to deliver the good news about their new electives to his one and only twin. This wasn't something to be done over the phone, awkward as it would be face to face, but...

STDS and You.

These workshops couldn't have been purely coincidental. 

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The disgruntled expression this boy held, amused him to an extent. Resting against the desk, a smile came to the mans face as he picked the gift bag up, setting it in his lap. As the boy spoke, Izaya pulled the bag open and took a small cookie out. They actually did look edible. Flipping the cookie around in his fingers, dark hues rose to look at the blue haired boy again.

“Takakura Shoma… you’re siblings are Himari and Kanba correct? From the looks of it Himari-chan is the younger, though I can’t quite tell between Kanba-kun and you. They both did rather well with their first assignment.” Pausing, the humanities instructor lifted the cookie to his mouth and took a small bite. Chewing at his leisure. As he had thought, the treat was much too sweet for his taste, though he finished the bit and swallowed before setting the cookie aside. “Hn, you do know how to cook.” Now he grabbed the bag of cookies and set them on the desk before standing. “It’s too bad I don’t like sweets though, I suppose I share those cookies with the rest of the faculty.”

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Somehow, this was the first time Shoma thought his humanities teacher to be a little strange. He wasn't doing anything extremely odd or out of the ordinary, but still. This wasn't any way to be addressing a student, but he wouldn't be the one to inform the professor of such a thing. Delinquent teachers were probably instructed to handle kids..differently? Maybe.

A nod was all he gave in response, quietly validating in a manner that wouldn't interrupt. He was prepared for the worst, par usual, but...

"I'm glad." Which he was. Kanba was keeping up with things, despite outside interruptions, and Himari was apparently doing alright with her studies as well. He should have been more on top of these things, but he somehow lacked the time to be checking in on his siblings in addition to all his other responsibilities. He probably should have taken Orihara-sensei's words in a less-assuring way and more in a look-at-your-siblings-why-can't-you-be-more-like-them-way, but he'd done enough of that in his room.

Besides, he really was relieved.

"T...hanks.." He would have been happier to receive such a compliment if the food was actually, err, enjoyed. But at least his skills were being acknowledged. Finally. "Like I said, they're yours so..." So there. He was still at liberty to toss them, but he wasn't going to echo that.

With a rise and fall of his shoulders, he clutched at the strap of his knapsack and took a step back from the entryway. "I'll be back for class later, then..."

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Himari didn’t want to even think about what Kanba was doing, sure she was curious but there was an itching feeling there that he wasn’t doing homework, and that he was doing something else. Sure Himari could be quite naive, but she was aware of something like this! And that he must be doing something very important to not be here, but what was more important than family? Himari didn’t want to know, and she didn’t want to hear an answer either.

She always knew it was better not to pry into anything like this, and not to be annoying but Himari did worry so it was probably better for her to believe that Kan-chan was doing homework and not anything else.

“Mhm!” she nodded, agreeing with bluebro completely forgetting about the earlier mishap, still she didn’t feel about eating much but it was still better to eat. Himari took the remainder of her riceball from her brother, and smiled warmly. “You should eat, Sho-chan!” she muttered happily again, reaching forward for her orange juice.

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And even if he wanted to, Shoma wouldn't be able to answer any questions or elaborate a whole lot on his brother's, on their predicament. He should be more persistent about these things, about keeping the family he created in tact, but it seemed like sometimes...the harder he pushed, the further he was pushed in reverse. They were getting older now, so it was time to let up a bit.

But only a bit.

"Mmh." He acknowledged her request, bringing the food to his mouth for a thoughtful bite. He wasn't being very guarded about keeping his happy happy joy joy appearance up at the moment, but he didn't think he was being studied either. Another bite followed, chased by a sip of mango.

Before bed, he was definitely going to make Kanba get in touch with Himari.

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Shibuku Secret Santa

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Minako only blinked at Shoma’s vague response to her ‘secret santa’ question, then shrugged her shoulders. It had almost been a month since she transferred to Shibuku Formal Academy and based on the friends she had made in the past month , people here normally did not like sharing details of their past life- even to people they feel comfortable with. ” o..oh”. Deciding to leave it at that, she turned back her attention to the current matter at hand.

 Looks like it’s all safe…seems that he did not notice my little comment back there….An amused grin graced the brunette’s features as she caught sight of Shoma’s goofy grin. haha…he seemed all mature and calm just now, yet here he is looking like someone who got the biggest gift from Santa Claus. She giggled softly, her crimson eyes closing in a crescent like shape.

Now that she thought about it, Shoma was sort of like Ken Amada…both of them always seemed to be composed, yet there true kid-like persona that shows up on their unguarded moments was pretty cute.

” Don’t worry. It’s no trouble at all! It was pretty fun trying to find the perfect present”. Though the fact that her wallet was soon only going to occupied by dust after her little ‘treat’ is another matter entirely. But of course, Shoma need not know that.

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Her uneasiness was overlooked simply because Shoma was still stuck in the moment of meeting someone new and being presented with a gift immediately. Weird, weird, but a good weird. He probably wouldn't try to participate in something like this again. Finding a decent Secret Santa in a crappy school like Shibuku Academy — it was like winning the lottery..and once you won, it was important to enforce some self-control.

If he could read thoughts, he'd probably turn all red and express some form of never-ending gratitude, but alas he was left smiling, mirroring that sentiment. He really did luck out - maybe he should bring her home to befriend Himari? His sister really could use some normal friends. The Takakura waifu here, he didn't know anything of her adventures or who his sister was befriending exactly and he almost didn't want to know. She was ridiculously unworldly, but he kept some thread of faith in her for doing anything too ridiculous as of yet.

Anyway, her giggling brought him back to the present, and he sat up more attentively. "It was kind of scary, but your hints helped a lot." Something he would have been more hesitant to confess if Minako didn't come off as so good-natured. "Hopefully you didn't spend a lot of money..."

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At hearing her name, the girl shook her head folding her arms back and forth into her lap. Himari didn’t want to be rude at all, and mention that she did miss Kanba being here because it would be the wrong thing to do. She didn’t want to upset anybody by saying something silly, and by anybody that was Shoma.

“I’m not that upset, Sho-chan..” A little upset sure, but it wasn’t anything to fret over! Kanba was just busy, wasn’t he? That’s what Himari had assumed all this time, and she knew he usually wouldn’t miss a family dinner and especially if he was busy she didn’t want to bother the red-head over it even if she would ask Kan-chan himself later on.

“It’s okay, I understand!” Himari shook her head, she still didn’t want to bother him even if he was just doing homework. “I know Kan-chan wouldn’t miss dinner on purpose!!”

She didn’t want to anger him either in case Kanba was doing something really important, but if it was homework would it matter so much? To Himari it would, and she didn’t want to come across as a bother for missing one of her brothers at dinner time, and she didn’t want to hurt Shoma’s feelings either.

“Eh?” Himari looked up, and shook her head. Dinner tasting bad? That was probably the silliest thing she’d ever heard! Okay maybe not, but whatever Shoma cooked was and tasted like a professional had made it! Maybe her thoughts were exaggerating just a little but it tasted far from bad! “No, Sho-chan! It doesn’t taste bad at all!”

Himari could’ve said something more, but she was surprised with her brothers comment about the dinner.

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She didn't have to be bawling for Shoma to be wholly concerned. How did that song go, every tear's a waterfall? Yea. Kanba was arguably..well, Kanba wasn't terrible with keeping up with homework, but he never actually saw his brother doing it? It wasn't something that was regarded with much importance, and Sho had a feeling Himari was aware, deep down. They were good students - not some pedigree form - like valedictorian-level kids, but they weren't serial offenders when it came to ordinary tasks. But anyway, the first day back from break? Kanba wouldn't be doing homework.

Lacking any genuine concern over their riceball dinner, her reaction wasn't really a surprise. "I'm glad..." And yet, he resembled someone who just got picked last for dodgeball. "We should fill up then." Though an appetite evaded him, he'd participate in eating, of course. Otherwise he'd regret it later for more than a few reasons.

Pulling his arm away from Himari's shoulder, Bluebro offered the remains of her riceball to her while reaching for one of his own.

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gonna party like it's the last new year's ever (at the old folk's home)(closeD)

Home made Shoma!meals were the obviously best, but it was a special occasion. One where he wasn't supposed to do dishes or cook - not that he minded doing either of these things. They came as natural as anything else, but today was supposed to be 'different'.

His dorm room was quiet, too quiet in lieu of all the parties and going-ons that entailed new years. His only company at the moment was the television babbling on about something; a newscast reviewing the year? It didn't bear any significance to Shoma, he was more focused on who would win: the pizza delivery (wo??)man, or Yosuke. His classmate was his only expected company for the evening, not that he was a very polished host, but he wasn't exactly inept either.

...That being said, the room wasn't very festive. Not for this holiday at least. There were a few stockings (barely) hanging up to the side of that TV, a few Christmas-related wall decorations and a little paperweight Santa-san acted as a centerpiece for their table. Not to say he didn't collect a few New Yearsy items for the special occasion. It was stupid, but a set of 2012 glasses were waiting for them on the countertop (t-these were optional) and a few noisemakers were in a small heap nearby.

"And if he doesn't like garlic breadsticks, we'll just make some." His penguin was standing beside him at the table, it's fins gripping at a corner, a flood of drool seeping out from its gaping beak.

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Suddenly her purplish eyes downcast, and her hands sat patiently into her nap knitting together like some kind of scarf the girl would usually make. If Sho-chan said he was fine, he was! No need to push him, Himari… but something about his conformation seemed to bother her.

She pushed herself to look up at the bluenette, sweeping the side of her fringe behind her ear to give him a slow smile. It was better than nothing, Himari would think.

Himari wanted to know what was going on, and what her brothers were thinking. Of course that would be hard to tell seeing as she wasn’t a mind reader but she often had these thoughts even if they were quick, and Himari could curse herself a million times for not being aware but what if? She would think what if something bad was happening and the red-head didn’t have a clue? Himari would be useless in a case like that.

So she stared at the riceball now, blinking once or twice and opening for mouth every other second. Himari inched a little closer to take the fluffy rice into her mouth, and to make sure it didn’t drop she kept a close hand underneath.

The mention of the other brother made her look up harshly, and she could feel little tears poking into her purplish hues. Himari didn’t mind that Kanba wasn’t here, okay so she did mind a little but it was nice to spend time with Shoma alone as she hadn’t really had some quality time with her bluebro for so long.

“I-I don’t mind,” her voice was quiet, and she blinked to rid of the coming tears. “I don’t mind that Kan-chan isn’t here..” the girl assumed that bluebro was speaking of redbro, as he was the only other who was around on Himari day.

But what could he be doing? Himari couldn’t remember a time when Kanba would miss dinner, and that’s what she felt sad about. Really, she hadn’t thought that much about him until this moment well not like this anyway.

“I know Kan-chan must be doing something important to not be here,” It was expected for Himari to miss him of course, but Shoma had been so kind to her all evening and she had enjoyed his company very much. “and I had fun today, Sho-chan..”

She gave him a firm nod to withstand her statement, and slowly sniffled. Himari didn’t want to weep in front of dinner, and maybe things would be nicer is Kan-chan was here but she was very content with eating dinner with Sho-chan.. As long as one of her brothers were around, Himari had no reason to be sad.

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Shoma could have been a better actor, but usually it didn't take much to convince someone that he was /fine/. Being fretted over wasn't something he felt comfortable with, though he could tell he hadn't exactly persuaded his sister into believing all was fine and dandy. It was time to try and move on though, instead of dwelling and lingering because he wasn't quite sure how else to convince Himari that nothing was outright upsetting at the moment.

The second bite came with some relief, followed immediately by regret and — it seemed like he hit the nail right on the head, which came with jumbled emotions. On one hand he was pretty annoyed with Kanba, on the next, he should have just kept his mouth shut. "Himari..."

Her words were contricting her appearance, but Himari would never be so selfish that she'd complain about Kanba's absence, nor would she throw away all his effort because of a few disheartening developments. "Himari, you're upset..."

After stating the obvious, Sho set what remained of her riceball back onto the dish to instead retrieve her drink. "I could call him, he might just be doing homework?" There were probably several underlying causes for all this - it couldn't have been just Kanba's absence making her upset. But he was almost too afraid to probe further. "Unless dinner tastes that bad..." Enter: a poor attempt at salvaging the night.

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And then nobody ate dinner that month.

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Shibuku Secret Santa

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Minako only slammed her hands on the table in reply, a determined expression on her face as she stood up to inch closer to the boy from across the table. Tsk tsk, really Minako, your bound to scare the poor guy away with that. Then again, this is Minako we’re talking about. Seems like this kind of thing was pretty normal for her, or so she thinks.” it’s fine, it’s fine! It’s Christmas after all, season of giving! It helps to be kind even to strangers you know”.

She accepted his gift with a huge smile, dropping it gently inside of her bag. Curiosity wanted to make her unwrap the present then and there, though she still wanted to keep the real Christmas spirit by unwrapping it on the 25th. (well it is already the 27th but of course….not in this particular thread XD)” Thanks. Don’t worry! Whatever your gift could be, I’m going to treasure it. Shoma-kun did his best for my sake after all”. He seemed quite nervous about this whole thing wasn’t he? It was a bit cute in a sense. She better not say it out loud though; from Minako’s vast dating  experience….it would seem that guys don’t like being called cute - even if it was meant to be a compliment.

The brunette blinked at his last statement. He wasn’t able to partake in Secret Santa events up till now? Huh? She tilted her head slightly to the right. ” R-Really? It’s quite a common event isn’t it?”. Ah, to be oblivious to others’ plights~ 

 Minako took out her gift from her bag, sliding it across the table in the same way Shoma did before. ” So um here’s my gift! Merry Christmas to you too~ I hope you like it”. She scratched her cheek gently with her index finger, laughing sheepishly. ” Seems like it was a best-seller in that boo-er I mean…that store I bought it from! ahahaha-“. phew…that was close….she almost gave away what her gift was.

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Minako why. Shoma jumped in his seat at the sudden 'outburst', staring wide-eyed as hundreds of thoughts flooded his mind. What could he possibly have done to offend her in such a short amount of time?! Or..she wasn't mad at all? He untensed, slowly..still watching her with that owly sort of gaze. "R..right but..." It was still weird, and..maybe if she let him pay for dessert it would be alright. Did they even serve sweets here?

And now he was blushing - very faintly, but still. Treasure it? How...sweet of her? She was awfully confusing.. though he really should have been used to dealing with outgoing girls. (AND THAT'S ALL MY FAULT I'M SO SORRY fdsjkgas.) "T-that's nice of you to say, Arisato-san..."

"I think it might be." Venturing out of his anti-social little family-oriented bubble didn't happen often, obviously. Secret Santas were probably more common among friends, and well, therein lied the problem.

He knew it was coming, yet being presented with his gift...if Shoma didn't look all sheepish before, he did now. Still, it was accepted with a goofy grin and set across his lap. Her slip up almost went completely unnoticed because being caught in the moment was distracting. Best seller? Didn't even sink in. "T..hank you, Arisato-san! I hope getting it wasn't a lot of trouble..?"

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Thank you, Sho-chan!! A-and yes--! That's going to be a problem.. Isn't it?

"O...of course not."

"Just make sure you pick out a pretty one...."

And then nobody ate dinner that month.

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“Pff-” Turning his head Izaya covered his mouth. Tamper with the batter?! That was hilarious. This boy didn’t seem to have it in him to do anything such as that. So far he was seeing no backbone here. Clearing his throat the man dropped his hand and once again looked over to the boy in front of him.

“Throw them away? Hm, perhaps I will?” he mentioned, only wanting to see the boys reaction to such a cold hearted thing to do with a thoughtful gift. Was it really a thoughtful gift though? Izaya couldn’t help but to think this boy had a different motive. Taking a step back, Izaya set the bag of cookies on one of the students desks before leaning on the edge of the desk himself. With a soft smile he look back to his student, “Is there anything else? Anything you wanted to talk to me about perhaps?” Really though.. what should he do with those cookies? He could always try them, and if they were too sweet maybe he’d just set them out in the teachers lounge.

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At least that much was established - too bad that was unbeknownst to Shoma. His brows furrowed in confusion, unsure how to take his laughter, but being laughed at was never something to be pleased about when nothing particularly funny was going on. It should have, perhaps, eased the tension a tiny bit, but that tension was merely replaced with uncertainty.

"If that's what you feel like doing with them." He wasn't sure whether to follow or take his leave as his teacher retreated to a desk. With him at a distance, he felt less ..stressed? Under a bright light, being analyzed over every little thing. He ended up holding his ground, making way for that question. An opportunity to discuss his grades...

Yet, Sho had lost whatever nerve he garnered after Izaya's little cookie-related confession. "Just...wanted to say Merry Christmas."

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Mhm! I wouldn't think about going without asking your permission first!

"Right, right, sure you can go..."

"But don't you need a dress?"

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If Himari could kept her eyes shut for long enough she could imagine herself not even being in this dorm room at the school, but at home where everything seemed much better. It probably wasn’t though, and the youngest sibling should be glad she was able to attend school now.

She had a small smile on her face when her brother mumbled out some kind of apology, and Himari still thought it was quite cute seeing her precious Sho-chan blush.

“I know..” she replied in return feeling her chest grow heavy at something like this. “b-but I have to make sure you are okay too, Sho-chan!”

Himari bit her bottom lip, and opened her eyes now trying to watch and see what was on the others’ mind. It was hard for her to read her brothers at times, which was most of the time but she wanted to know what they were thinking. Himari probably knew Shoma the best, but still at times she wanted to know what he was thinking and not have him lie to her about things. Still she didn’t know if he was telling the truth about truly being happy.

At the forehead kiss, Himari could feel her own cheeks heating up at the contact and as soon as it happened it ended. It didn’t even feel real, but she knew how Shoma was about touching other people and all of that. Maybe she was just lucky.

“Sho-chan..” she whispered just under her breath from the elbow touch, the girl nodded at the mention of food, and looking straight up at her brother now.

Himari didn’t really feel like eating anymore but she couldn’t go to bed without having dinner so she nodded, not being quick enough to protest otherwise against what Shoma was doing with the rice.

“It is..” she mumbled, watching the soy sauce spill onto the plate. Himari couldn’t remember the last time when it had been just the two together, kind of bonding you could say like this.

Her head turned, and she looked at the triangular rice in front of her mouth. Opening wide to taste, it was pretty good and Himari was quite proud what the two had made for dinner in such a short amount of time.

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"I'm okay." He confirmed, which was true. He was fine, really. He had nothing to complain about. Even if these conditions weren't ideal, Himari was healthy enough to join he and Kanba in class, and she was fairing pretty well so far. Whatever doom and gloom plagued his thoughts these days, they were his own to deal with.

If Himari suddenly decided she wasn't hungry, Shoma would go into an absolute panic because that could only mean two things: The first would be that she wasn't feeling well. The second would mean she found the dinner to be unpleasant after all. These are both things he has nightmares about.

But she obliged, and no meltdown was had. Still, he figured she'd rather be dining with Kanba (or at least in his company) — he wasn't even sure how he was feeling so many different things over one simple task. He wasn't jealous, not even a little bit, if anything he was feeling a little sad over Himari's unconfirmed (she hadn't even mentioned Kanba in some time, c'mon Sho) unhappiness she felt at the lack of redbro. His brows twitched into a slight narrow, still holding the riceball for her to consume...as if she were an animal. A cute little fluffy animal.

"He'd be here if he could, but in Himari Day he won't have any excuse. You still had fun, and next time we make rice balls, I'll make sure he's around."