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Last Escape

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With him repeating her words somehow warmed her heart. She knew she said these things, but failed to realize that she didn’t follow them through herself most of the time. Would that make her a hypocrite? That wasn’t good. She nodded in agreement with his words, believing that she really did have the freedom now to do and be whatever she wanted to; not tied down to her talent only.

And yet, the second she felt his lips against hers, Chiaki’s mind melted away. It’s as if that one single action filled her body with some odd sense of heat that she failed to think straight. Everything they’ve been through, experienced and learned together came together for that one single moment. He was soft, and she didn’t realize she held her breath the whole time until he backed away.

She made sure to not suddenly gasp, but her cheeks were hotter than the mystical element of fire right now. Placing her hands over her mouth, she nodded once again to his explanation. She may not have any sleep, but did he? Chiaki may have suffered with some stressful revelations today, but he’s been investigating this for so long, right? Wouldn’t be fair for only her to get rest.

“N-No, it’s okay. I’m…glad that it’s out in the open. We can…figure it out later. Or t-talk, I mean.” Luckily she found her voice by the time he gestured what’s going on between the two of them. “Really, thank you…Hajime.” First name basis permission, right? Or maybe she was pushing her luck.

“I’ll talk with them once they get here. But you should rest too. I can’t imagine how hard you’ve worked through all this.” She took hold of his hand gently.  “O-Okay?” Even with things out in the open, she was still awkward and nervous. But what was more important was the current situation at hand; they had to settle this chaos first and foremost.

     The school just suffered one of the worst terrorist attacks in modern history and we were right in the middle of it.  I was the one who carried out the investigation and I was the one who broke the news.  ...Hell, none of this might have even happened if I had never agreed to go along with the project.  More than anyone else, I have a responsibility to do everything in my power to minimize the damage, even if that means overworking myself.

     ...But the feeling of her hand around mine reminds me, that’s not the only responsibility I have.

     I made her a promise and I broke it.  That’s not something friends, and whatever more we end up being, do.  When I was drowning in the despair of a life without talent, she gave me something to hope for.  No, more than that, she showed me that I was better for it, that because I didn’t have to do something, I could do anything.  Nanami showed me that I had a future, so now I have to do the same for her.

     I smile and shake my head as my hand tightens around hers.  “...Okay, okay.  You win.”

     As hectic as things are, I probably won’t be of much help in the state I’m in.  Speaking honestly, I’ll probably fall asleep the second this adrenaline high wears off and I’m not the one of us who’s narcoleptic.  After preaching her own words at her, the least I can do is listen to her concerns for my well-being.  She is my partner after all.

     Pulling my phone back out, I send a message to my superiors informing them of my immediate need for rest before shutting the thing off and setting it on the coffee table.  For the next few hours, Super High School Level Despair will have to wait.  The two of us need to get a nap in.

     Retrieving a blanket, I settle onto the couch beside her and drape it over the both of us.  With a flush in my cheeks that seems to abate the more we’re together, I hook an arm around her waist as I do my best to get comfortable and make myself comfortable to lean against.  The softness and warmth of her body next to mine seems to calm more than it excites me at the moment.  Being together with her here, in this quiet little pocket of serenity we’ve made for ourselves, I think it’s just what I needed.

     Just as I feared, drowsiness comes for me all too quickly.  My eyelids can barely stay open the both of us drift off together.  Before sleep takes me, one thought sticks out in my mind.  Even if I do need to get some sleep, there’s one thing I have to do first.

     “Thank you...”  The words leave my lips with a surprising ease from my half-consciousness mind.

     This isn’t a game.  Our lives don’t have predetermined endings.  We don’t have to just choose a future that’s been laid out for us.  We can create one for ourselves.

     Of course, that brings with it a lot of uncertainty.  The future isn’t a path.  It’s like an endless sea.  You can try to go anywhere, but it doesn’t mean you’ll get there.  Even so, I will keep on living.

     Seeing the peaceful, sleeping face of the person who helped me see all this, I can’t help but smile.  “Thank you, Chiaki...”  Phew...  I finally said it.

     I will keep on living as Hinata Hajime.  My future... lies here, with Nanami Chiaki.

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Second Impact

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     Talent is seen by most to be a blessing, but it can also be a heavy burden.  Great ability more often than not carries with it great expectations.  If you excel once, society holds you responsible for further accomplishment by default.  To become a Super High School Level anything, the pressure to continually succeed without fault can be overwhelming.  Even in a field dedicated to having fun, the Super High School Level Gamer is no exception to this.

     The atmosphere buzzes with sound, movement, and light.  Energetic music blares out from sound systems as hordes of bodies all shift in excitement at every change in the pixels on the massive projections.  In front of the crowd, two young men sit in chairs at a more reasonably sized display, furiously manipulating the stick and buttons on the slabs in their hands.  I’ve only ever watched streams before this, but it looks like my impressions were totally accurate.  Being on site at a fighting game tournament is just as hectic as I thought.

     The fighting game community is one infamous for its obsession with technicality and prestige.  The intricacies of these games fosters an emphasis on mastery of execution and intelligence in decision making.  Predicting the opponent’s choices and making the correct moves to counter them is the basis of high level play.  Of course, I’m only an observer of the scene, not an active participant.  No, the actual tournament entrant here is the girl who looks like she’s ready to bust out a Raging Demon on whoever gets between her and her next match.  You see, when some FGC neanderthal decides to insult the Super High School Gamer over her comparatively limited of experience in a popular title, she decides she’s going to take the championship for herself and destroy everyone on her way up as a matter of principle.

     And so we find ourselves here, waist deep in this mass of humanity, trying to navigate our way through to the next event.  For the life of me, I don’t know why she chose to bring me along, and as her manager no less.  It’s like hiring on a boxing coach that’s never won match.  Even so, me saying no to her would be even more unbelievable.    Our progress thus far has been... gradual, to describe it politely.

     Finished checking our schedule, I pocket my phone and, with a shift of my shoulder, adjust the bag containing her valuable gear as I keep pace a short distance behind her.  “Alright, you’re not supposed to be on for fifteen more minutes, so we have a bit of leeway in our schedule.  Do you need anything to drink, eat?”

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Lessons for the Mysterious

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     The faculty office looms over me like an obelisk containing some unknowable power.  That's what it is for me, a headfirst dive into the abyss, my one and only chance of becoming something more than nothing at all.  Even now though, what that something could be sends a chill down my spine.

     This is it.  This is where everything will be decided.  Here and now, I have to decide whether or not I'll keep on living as Hinata Hajime.  As eager as I've been to properly attend Hope's Peak, as hopeful as I've been to become one of the elites I've admired for so long, as desperate as I've been to finally acquire a talent that I could be proud of, there's a fear lingering within me that I just can't shake.  It's with trembling legs that I collapse onto a bench across from the building, it's reflective windows staring down at me like sets of too many inhuman eyes.

     To begin with, my being here is an irregularity.  My parents aren't the most well off of people.  They can pay their bills on time, but affording the tuition necessary to enroll me in the Reserve Course would be patently ridiculous.  Just like me, my family is so average it's almost a curse.  The only reason I'm on this campus at all was because I was scouted by the school, but not like you'd hope.  I was so obsessed with Hope's Peak, so consumed with being someone special, that I managed to catch their eye, not as a talented elite, but as a guinea pig.

     The Ultimate Hope Project, that's why I'm here.  Hope's Peak High School was founded with the intent of cultivating talent in young people, to create hope for the future.  After nearly eighty years of success on that front, they decided it wasn't enough to foster existing talent in young people.  To truly achieve the vision of their founder, Kamukura Izuru, they would need to create talent within someone who had no talent themselves.  Who better to be the subject of such an endeavor than an ordinary boy completely consumed with becoming special himself?  This is my one chance to become someone extraordinary, to cast off the damnable mediocrity that's plagued me my entire life.  The only problem is, I'm not sure what awaits me beyond this experiment will be any better.

     It's hardly been a week since Kuzuryuu was killed and Satou not long after her.  Even after such a short amount of time, everyone here is trying to pretend nothing's happened.  The faculty, the staff, even my own classmates are just ignoring the fact that two girls we saw on a daily basis are dead now.  Of course, I'm not sure why I should even feign surprise.  They were only Reserve Course students, after all.  That guard made it painfully clear to me our lives mean nothing.   As far as Hope's Peak is concerned, the only real loss is their tuition, money I imagine pays for the experiments they intend to perform on me.

     And so here I sit, as anger, guilt, and the terror of the unknown churns in my gut. I've been presented with a binary choice.  If I choose to go through with the project, odds are who I am will be nothing but a distant memory forgotten by the world.  Hinata Hajime will cease to be, shut down in the place of something wholly new.  If I reject their offer, assuming they even let me live, my boring, untalented existence will continue on, but I'll have to leave Hope's Peak forever.  Even I could somehow stay in the Reserve Course, it wouldn't change a thing.  Regardless of what I do, she's going to graduate from here and whether she means to or not, I'll eventually be left behind.  That's the future that's been decided for me.  No matter what happens, I'll never be able to hold my head up high alongside her.

     I feel the color drain from my face and my hands clutch the sides of my head.  My teeth gnash against each other as I screw my eyes shut and desperately deny the reality before me.  I don't have any talent.  I don't have any hope.  Becoming someone different, staying as am I, neither will change the future that awaits me, a future filled with despair.

     Why… Why do I have to choose!?  If what she said was true, if I can go anywhere and do anything, then why can't I create a future for myself?!

     Raising my despair-filled gaze up, I see something I could have never predicted.  Striding out from the faculty office on heels that announce her presence is a figure only as definite as unknown she represents.  Lavender eyes stare back at me from beneath flowing lilac locks and I can't figure out who saw who first.  Dark leathers cover her simple mode of dress, including an eye-catching pair of studded leather gloves.  Any details that might shed light on her identity are either not visible or nonexistent.  Her face is like a porcelain mask, stoic and guarded, and her eyes display no emotion within them.  Whoever this girl is…  Well, that's just the question.  She's an enigma, an unknown…  She's a mystery.

     Noticing the growing awkwardness of our wordless exchange, I clear my throat, straighten my tie, and stand up to speak with her.  "Excuse me.  Is there something I can help you with?"

     In the back of my mind, there's a singular question beyond her identity, beyond her reason for being here, and beyond what impact this might have on my hopeless future.  With the scene around us, I can't help but think it.  Is this what you’d call a fateful encounter?

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