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J.O. BUDDY ( ycsterday ):
“ A good man is always prepared— !! && I’ve got just the thing too. ”
Shintaro proceeded to whip out his extensive kid-safety scissor collection. It really is going to be a Saturday Night with The Boys.
“ Do you have the red ones? Please tell me you have the red ones. ”
You can’t expect him to do this over just any pair of scissors. There’s gotta be meaning to the act!
lovemoir:
how about a day in the park, @harukacoconose?
❝ being here is nostalgic, isn’t it? ❞ how long ago had it been when they were mere school kids with innocence in each bounce of their step? “the city’s changed so much — did they replace the swings?” it’s an idle observation, ayano not truly searching for an answer. nonetheless, she smiles over at the elder, hands behind her back as her eyes close, body rising upon he balls of her feet as she inhales the warm afternoon air, only to rock back onto her heels as she exhales the relaxed sigh.
“i didn’t think i’d see it again,” she says in earnest, and despite the almost gloomy comment, her grin is still bright as always. “do you remember? when the four of us had a snowball fight? or how takane-san said she could swing higher than shintaro? ehe, i bet the shintaro now would actually swing with her, don’t you think, haruka-san?”
“ you’re right! maybe it’s for the best that they didn’t come along. ”
light as they are now from two years of near-immobility, their wallets would surely be lighter should they have accidentally destroyed public property. he knows just how competitive those could get—would get—and a breathy laugh is pulled from haruka as the oh-so-distant memories of their ridiculous arguments surface.
“ in the end, there was a lot we couldn’t do together, wasn’t there. ” haruka pulls at the wheels of his chair, rolling a bit further ahead along the playground’s path. it isn’t quite a question—his voice hadn’t lifted at the end. his eyes settle on a swirly slide just across from them, one he remembers glancing at longingly all those years ( decades ) (( eternities )) ago when he was still a child. “ i guess there’s all the time in the world now! ”
@happicranes is in the mood for a snack!
→ “ —And she could shoot lasers from her eyes or, like, maybe pacify villains with hugs? Oh! Or maybe that’s what the lasers do! ”
Haruka might have been just a little desperate to shed some positive light onto his senpai's otherwise-dreary situation. Harsh hospital lighting did his friend no favors in masking the pale skin and groggy eyes of someone returning from a good hour or two in intensive care.
To her credit, Ayano was doing a commendable job of acting as though nothing was different.
( perhaps, in her perspective, there was nothing to act differently about. )
→ “ Of course, the choice is yours. What kind of superhero would you want to be, Senpai? ”
ycsterday·:
@harukacoconose has arrived.
“ Shall we charge our crystals together, senpai ? ”
“ You’re right on time—mine was losing its glow. ”
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&. @harukacoconose has a wish !
‘ umn … e-excuse me ! y–you’re one of my otou-san’s students , r–right ? i–i’m k–kozakura marry , one of ayano onee-chan’s s–sisters a–and— ’
SOCIAL ANXIETY BE DAMNED , the girl was shaking like a leaf – fumbling with a few papers and yen bills held in trembling hands ; gaze prior floor-bound until she found the strength within herself to attempt eye-contact . by all understanding , she shouldn’t stray too far from one of her friend’s side’s , but …
a friend of a friend couldn’t be bad , &. what she heard about him was a driving force to persevere . it’s for seto , she’d remind herself – it’ll be worth it , he deserves something nice for all his hard work .
‘ m—my otou-san t-told me that you d–do really nice a–a-art and, i-if it isn’t t–too much t–trouble do.. d–do you think I c—could p-p-pay you to draw a p–picture for one o-of my friends ? h-he really likes dogs , b–but otou-san won’t let us get o–one so I w–was thinking t–that… m–maybe a p-picture of one to go in his r–room would be pretty nice … s–so I saved up 10,000 yen … ! … i-is that enough ? I-I can get more if not … ! ’
… never mind the fact she’s no concept of price – shelling out such a large amount of money for a simple sketch request just seemed appropriate . plus , she’d heard he likes food , so… maybe he can buy a lot of it … ? … who really knows .
ah—! lost child located!
or not? she was speaking far too quickly for him to respond between sentences, and just quickly enough for him to have trouble understanding. from what he could catch within her stuttering explanation, it seemed she was a member of the tateyama family. marry... marry, huh? kozakura marry. there was a kido, a kano, and a seto, so who...?
oh, right!
→ “ one of ayano’s siblings, right! nice to meet you—i’d be happy to draw for you. ”
what a sweet child, commissioning a picture for her friend. he understood the feeling of not being allowed a pet, making him all the more sympathetic. inexperienced as he was with pricing his art, haruka was more than willing to whip something up for five hundred yen, much less ten thousand. heck, he would’ve done it for free if he—
wait.
→ “ h-hold on. did you say ten thousand? i definitely don’t need that much—! ”
who gave this girl all that money!? he’d feel awful receiving that amount from anyone, let alone from a kid this young!
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THE HAZE HAD BEEN UTTERLY ENDLESS ; KONOHA COULD RECALL BITS & PIECES OF IT WITH HIS RETURNING MEMORY FROM LONG AGO. memories of watching hiyori & hibiya time after time, always slaves to their never-ending fate in this world sat sour in his stomach. yet even more unsettling is the feeling of — darkness, darkness one should not trust, one that would surround a snake & swallowed it whole. the latter had remained more foggy to him, spilled blotches of ink that cloud what little recollection that he could scrounge for over the years of his existence & certain events triggering another moment to be restored. there had been a jogging of his memory ; that he is not haruka. that he is nothing more than a snake, whose purpose is to grant wishes & this overwhelming urge to protect his friends, most likely sent by the master who had commanded him so.
( but still, certain things had lacked understanding. he had been given some information, but not everything. )
his footsteps are the only ones that he can hear in this world, with the distant sounds of cicadas buzzing ( something he would normally find to be calming, & yet here, it fills his body with tension instead ) in his ears. in here, he is … lonely. endlessly, endlessly, endlessly lonely ; he recalls clearing eye’s voice before he had crushed & decimated what remained of his soul in that body. 「 be at ease,」 he had hissed, in that ever-mocking tone of his. 「 did you not get what you so selfishly desired? to be with your little friends? 」 he had mocked it with such a taunting grin, holding the happy memories over his head. for once, it had made konoha bristle with anger – managed control of his taken body enough to reach a hand out & attempt to strangle him, only for it to remain futile.
( was it so wrong, to want to be with friends? was it so wrong to want to protect them? if he had eliminated clearing eyes – then his friends would be safer, right? )
however – his thoughts had come to a halt when the cicada’s songs had been thrown off base by… beeping? his gaze had left the cloudy emptiness of the haze, instead his eyes narrowing upon a door – one that smelled clinical, sterile, something that belonged in a hospital. in his gut, something had twisted – familiarity? fear? what was this sensation that had been washing over him? slowly, his arm raised, & a hand grips over the fabric that rested over his heart.
( … had he been here before? he feels as if that sounds right. )
with little hesitance, the door is pushed open – pink eyes searching for the sound of the thrum of machines, & freezing on the sight that they find. a hospital bed, a spider’s web of ivs, & — a boy. a boy that looks awfully like him, with a sullen, sickly face that he remembers. it forces himself back into his memory harshly, causes the android to freeze in his steps & physically wince for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut. he remembers, he remembers, he remembers—
( .. he remembers the boy’s screams & pleads. )
❛ …. oh. ❜
his teeth click, & his eyes re-open, back to their half-lidded, expressionless state as he stops at the foot of the hospital bed, creating distance.
❛ you’re… ❜
❛ my master, right…? ❜
there’s no clock here.
there are no windows, either.
in a regular hospital room, haruka could at least find comfort in the slow passing of time. ( it’ll pass. ) the bright blue of a brilliant sky would fade into reds and yellows across his pure white sheets as the world is laid to rest in preparation for another day.
there is no substitution for this simple luxury in the vast abyss of the heat haze.
he always found himself coming back to the thought that this type of environment should be relaxing. in a silent, minimal room, far from the greater troubles of the general public, all the time in the world is reserved for him and him alone.
but this silence is deafening, this empty air is suffocating, this time was never his to have.
it was so, so easy to lose himself here. only the desperate blips of the heart monitor were there to remind him that it was possible to remain calm—that working himself up into a frustrated, panicked frenzy would help nothing, let alone his heart rate—that no one was there to pull him down anymore.
—he just wants to go home.
a sound floats over from the other side of the room, one he can no longer recognize until the visual is paired with it.
( ah, yes. there’s a door here. )
before he can get excited at the thought that someone has paid him a visit—the haze works in mysterious ways that apparently makes crossing through it unpredictable—Haruka registers the familiar face that pops up.
oh.
you.
from head to toe, there isn’t a single thing about Konoha’s attire that Haruka can’t vividly recognize. if you told him at seventeen that his oc was going to become a real person, he would’ve flipped his lid. now, the mere sight of him brings bitter, disgusting jealousy surging up from his chest.
haruka forces a smile and sits up.
→ “ you don’t have to call me that. i’m just haruka. ”
( do you remember that name? ‘haruka’? maybe you forgot it while you were playing around with my friends. )
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{ ❥ ⇢ ░ @harukacoconose .
this idea–– no, this scheme ( ‘idea’ was a word that was far too nice and bright for this instance ) was more than surprising enough to her senior as it was for well, herself, really! the fact that ayano managed to get it out of her mouth and towards her senpai even more so.
it was… a foolish plan, like all the others, though this had potential to… hurt. this could hurt her best friends, this could hurt herself, and this could hurt him.
though whether or not he’d do anything more than bat an eyelash was a thought the girl didn’t want to entertain.
still. the idea was out, and it was there. the only thing left was for her senior to take it.
“ what do you think? ”
“ Hm... I’m not sure. I mean, I think it might work, but... ”
It was... certainly a plan. And it certainly had the potential to work. But he wasn’t sure if it was worth it. He had his doubts. There was no telling how those two would react to this, after all. Things could very easily go terribly, and he didn’t want to linger too long on the consequences of that.
So he didn’t. Better to be optimistic, right?
“ Well, it’s not guaranteed or anything that things will go like we want... Still, I kind of want to try it. ”
Besides, Haruka had faith in Ayano. No matter how many times Shintaro made jabs at her intelligence, he still thought her to be pretty smart. Here’s hoping that it would work out.
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Shin...! :
the boy was very tempted to label his senpai as ‘dense’ and possibly even ‘mentally-challenged’, had tateyama not already taken those titles. so close. what his other senior saw in kokonose was beyond him, one of the few elusive answers that he didn’t bother pursuing. like the dull scenario unfolding before him, that, too, was nothing but a waste of time.
get a clue, kokonose.
“ … fine. ”
one single chip is reluctantly placed into his mouth, shattering with a crunch. it was dusty, almost chalky in his throat, leaving it just as expectedly and disappointingly dry.
“ … i’m going to get some water. ”
“ Oh—okay. I’ll come with you. ”
Just one chip. Just one chip? He, himself, would starve on one chip. Haruka didn’t completely understand how other people’s stomachs worked. He could keep eating them forever. Literally. He was not joking.
Actually, maybe that was his own problem...
“ Hah, sorry if you didn’t like them! I didn’t mean to force you or anything. ”
He probably should have seen that coming, really. If anything, Shintaro was being rather tolerant of him at the moment. It was relieving, considering how quick to... be less than nice his underclassman tended to be.
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It's easy to impress me. I don't need a fancy party to be happy. Just good friends, good food, and good laughs.
( I'm happy. I'm satisfied. I'm content. )
Shintaro!!!:
was he deaf? did he not understand what “no” meant? no means no, senpai. regardless of the other’s response, shintaro knew what telling him off would result in, and he wasn’t particularly in favor of getting his ass kicked by enomoto. again.
“ sweets aren’t really my thing. you should ask someone else instead. ”
“ Oh—but I don’t only have sweets! ”
He sifted through the assortment of foods, searching for something that wasn’t sweet. If that was what Shintaro had a problem with, that could easily be solved! Haruka held out a new package, the label reading Doritas with a dancing potato chip under the title. Very classy.
“ This is one of my favorites, actually. ”
Shintaro!!
{ ✄⇢ ░ @harukacoconose .
a normally deadpan stare is tinged with curiosity at the sight of… snacks. lots of snacks. an unfathomable amount of snacks. all of which were labelled with promises as empty as the calories they provided: tasty! sweet! delicious!
why his senior was so fond of these snacks was beyond you. why he was offering any to you even more so.
“ … no thanks. ”
“ Huh? Really? But these are so good. ”
Haruka glanced down at the package he had been offering. Maybe Shintaro didn’t like chocolate? Or cookies. Either way, he had a large variety of snacks to choose from at the moment. He couldn’t leave his friend snackless…!!
“ Well, if you want, you could choose something else. ”
