hajime hinata can drive. he is okay at it. usually he is walking to locations though
komaeda can drive, shown by the fact he drives the tank in chapter five…. however. he is an incredibly anxious driver. and does not enjoy it, because luck reasons. i guess.
chiaki can not drive. she is a public transport warrior.
impostor can drive. this is. very valuable tool for him to have.
teruteru can not drive and is partial to begging his classmates for rides to places
mahiru never learned to drive because she is an environmentalist. she does not support car based infrastructure
peko can drive, and often does, but she does not prefer it, because peko enjoys looking out the window on car rides.
fuyuhiko can drive if necessary.
mikan is a wonderful driver! she is anxious the whole time but only as much as she usually is. she is surprisingly levelheaded on the road
ibuki can not drive. she is also often begging people for rides
akane also can not drive. if the distance is short enough she will simply run
hiyoko also can not drive
nekomaru can drive
gundham can drive he has some shitass van he calls his dark chariot from hell or some shit
sonia can drive and i’m almost certain this is canon. she can fly planes and helicopters and shit there is no way she can’t drive a regular ass car. and she’s really good at it too. sonia is class 77-b’s designated driver every time
kazuichi canonically cannot drive. but things certainly could change
I’ve been stuck working for my school yearbook from 8am to noon for two whole weeks so I’ve been forcing my friend to watch the entire discography of @strange-aeons so she is now well versed in the hymen restoration project. Next up is clown husbandry
tags- sickfic, hurt/comfort, but now it’s the actual comfort part
“Rumi, is everything alright?”
“What…,” Rumi timidly lifts her head up, she finally sees the real Zoey and Mira, not the eeriely similar versions of them. Zoey is sitting on the bed beside her and Mira is standing on the side of the bed. She sees the cozy sweatshirts and the fear struck faces. Even with the faint moonlight streaming in, Rumi sees Zoey’s panic filled eyes. When Rumi looks over to Mira’s face, she could see tears silently streaming down her face. “No, nothing is alright Zoey. What do you mean is everything alright? You were demons and you grabbed me and you called me a traitor and pathetic and-“
Zoey placed a gentle hand on Rumi’s thigh. Rumi tensed up for a second before melting into Zoey’s touch. “Darling it was only a hallucination. I promise you that Mira and I would never call you pathetic or a traitor or anything like that. You’re our Rumi and nothing can ever change that.”
Rumi can feel the tears well up in her eyes, “You promise?”
“Pinky promise.” Mira said while she wipes her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. All three girls interlock pinkies. A silly ritual they started when they all first met, but has grown to be a way to wordlessly reassure each other.
“Mira, get over here!” Rumi exclaims as she grabs Mira’s waist and heaves her in between Zoey and Rumi.
The girls layed there for a few minutes in a comfortable silence. Mira brushed back the sweat plastered hair off of Rumi’s forehead. Zoey traced Rumi’s patterns up and down her arm. Rumi buried her head into Mira’s neck, breathing in her perfume. When Rumi’s breathing slowed to a soft snore, Mira lifted her head.
“Hey Zo?”
“Yeah, Mira?”
“I definitely spilt soup all over carpet when Rumi grabbed me. We’re gonna have to clean that up at some point.”
“Yeah we will, but let’s just savor this moment for a few more minutes.”