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"YO YO YOOO WHAT UP?! It's your boy, Hayato Kawata, the SHSL Basketball Player!! Catch me on the court sometime so we can hang out, alright?" - - - - - Status: Alive | Healthy - - - - - [ on hiatus ] blog icon...

[hayatokawata]

who’s fucking child is this

[hayatokawata]

Bad Boy | Ch3 | Hayato | Open

[shsliinchou]

Umeko smiled at Hayato and bowed her head as he thanked her. It really was just a thoughtless gift for someone whom she thought would appreciate the fragrance more than she would, but the way he spoke to her in gratitude made her cheeks flush a light shade of pink. It was always a little embarrassing, but she did her best to brush off the notion as quickly as it came. 

When she lifted her eyes to look at him again, Umeko pouted a little at his expression. She did not think that she would have to be so obvious about her accusation, however she was the Class Representative and it was her duty to ensure that students, regardless of their circumstances, still upheld their morals to the best of their ability. She cleared her throat, the pink on her cheeks failing to disappear, despite her own somewhat annoyed expression.

“Kawata-kun, please do try to focus more attentively! I understand that we might not be in the best of circumstances, but please do understand that we are still the Hope of Japan! What would people say if they knew that you allowed Minami-san to spend the night in your apartment?”

Umeko felt the words slip out of her mouth more casually than expected and she cleared her throat as she regained her focus. It was true that she saw Chika Minami leave Hayato’s apartment this morning before she had had the chance to go about her rounds, however her thought processed quickly changed when Hayato asked her about her own status. She paused suddenly and looked up to him. She… hadn’t actually thought about how she felt about this situation truth be told.

“Truth be told… I’ve been trying my best to avoid thinking of it. It’s really hard to believe that… we’ve lost so many dear classmates in such a short amount of time. I know that, in retrospect, we’ve only had the misfortune of losing a handful of our friends, yet…” Umeko paused. “Our class really does feel much smaller these days.”

She looked back at Hayato when she spoke and raised her brows to him, seeing the somewhat pained expression creeping up onto his face.

“What about you, Kawata-kun?” She pointed at the sunglasses hanging from his collar. “Have you been well lately? If you need someone to confide in, you may rely on me if you wish! It’s my duty to look out for my classmates, afterall.”

[hayatokawata]

Oooh so she saw Chika leaving his room this morning? Well then again he was kinda still kinda hanging around his room before he dragged himself out to go look. He tilted his head to the side, a confused look on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"U-Um...they would say that Minachi stayed at my room for the night...? I-Is this a trick question?"

He didn't fully grasp the gravity of Umeko's question or why she made a fuss over Chika staying at his room. She was tired and he was tired, what's wrong with letting a friend stay in his room for the night? Apparently there is something wrong with that. His eyebrows furrowed and he sighed. While it was unavoidable that they would talk about the whole people dying thing, it still kind of stung, knowing that it happened not too long ago and they're acting quite...normal about it.

"Wha--Oh, I'm fine now. I guess. I mean, I still miss Tsukichi, but there isn't much I can do about it except...move on, I guess. It's...not really the first time I lost someone close to me anyways, so...yeah..."

He looked down to where Umeko had pointed at. Oh. He forgot he put that there. He gripped onto it for a moment before letting it go, waving a hand at the class rep with a small smile on his face.

"Eh...it's okay, Miyachi. I can take care of myself (sort of), just focus on tryna keep your spirit up too, it's good at least you're tryna look out for us. Just...don't push yourself too hard."

[hayatokawata]

Bad Boy | Ch3 | Hayato | Open

[hayatokawata]

Hayato was observing all of the different brands of basketballs. Wow! That was a lot of balls. Why would they have so many facilities and stores if there were only twenty of them here? This whole island thing was one big mystery to him still and it’s been…how long since they’ve been stuck here? Hayato’s worries suddenly melted away at the familiar tune. His head whipped around to the source of the singing.

“Were you singing a song from High School Musical!?”

His eyes looked like they had literal stars in them, his tone excited as he turned to the stranger. It was only a moment later did he realize this was kind of weird, coughing while trying to compose himself before he spoke in a more calmer manner.

“Er…sorry about that. Um…Hayato Kawata is m’ name, and basketball is my game! H-Heheh….um…so…what’s your name, stranger?”

[shsl-akibaidol-blog]

There was a pause as the idol stared at the boy before her. The longer she looked at him a large smile began to appear on her face. Though it was silly movie, she still felt so excited when the boy who looked just as excited as her mentioned it as if he knew. Oh man! He was cute AND watched cheesy american musicals with light themes of basketball! 

“Yes! I was! They’re some of my favorite movies actually!”

Wait…Oh shit! No! Miki be cool! clearing her throat and patting her cheek, she put herself back in her usual “laid back and chill” position. Once she had re-positioned herself, Miki flashed the boy a smile. 

“Haha! Nice to meet you, handsome! I’m Miki Iwai, the cutie queen of Electric Town. I know you must be in awe, am I right? I know I would be if I was meeting me. Just kidding! Maybe, haha!”

[hayatokawata]

Hayato laughed, albeit, in a more confused manner. Handsome? Where did that come from? Hayato listened quietly, a small smile on his face before it lit up again once she said her name.

"Ooooh wait, wait, wait! You're the Miki Iwai! The Akibahara Idol!! Oh man, you did look familiar, my friend is a big fan."

Oops. Didn't Akemi tell him not to tell anyone about her secret hobby? Well, she's not here, and he is with one of the people she admires, so it should be okay.

"B-But yeah! It's one of my favourite movies too! I watched it a lot with my sisters, and it really stuck with me. I...kind of know all of the lyrics."

Hayato laughed a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. Normally a lot of people didn't like that kind of thing, but he simply adored it. And at least he wasn't the only one.

[hayatokawata]

Bad Boy | Ch3 | Hayato | Open

[hayatokawata]

Hayato’s heart nearly stopped as he realized who he was looking at. The class rep’s last words from their last conversation still shook him to the bone. He wasn’t sure how to feel about her at all, it was hard to tell what she was thinking. He was rather grateful she had managed to get the wrestler off his back, but the distrust for her still lingered.

“M-Miyamoto–er, Miyachi…”

He pulled his beanie down a little bit, covering his eyes as he sort of closed himself off from Umeko by having the other hand wrap around his stomach, gripping his sweater as he muttered a reply.

“Y-Yeah…I’m just washin’ my clothes…they’ve been piling up. I wanted to check this place out too so…yeah. The beanie is one of my older sister’s, I think…”

He fixed his beanie so it was positioned out of his face, but the arm wrapped around him was still there as his other fell to his side. His head did lift up at the mention of the machine things that distributed items. His eyebrows furrowed a bit before he nodded.

“Yeah, I got a star phone strap…kinda useless since I haven’t had my phone since we woke up on this island…but it’s cute, I’ll probably use it for somethin’ else. What about you?”

[shsliinchou]

The hesitation in his voice caused Umeko to tilt her head slightly in confusion. She hadn’t done anything other than greet him hello, and this was his response to her? Umeko genuinely wondered if she had done something wrong to make Hayato so standoffish, but perhaps that was a question for another day. As he spoke of the phone strap that he received from the machine, Umeko reached into her pocket and fumbled slightly as she retrieved the item she had gotten herself. A simple bottle of cinnamon scented perfume. 

“I received this in the machine during my last visit along with a box of colorful bandages, but I personally don’t find much use for it.”

She took a step forward and extended her hand out towards Hayato, offering him the humble fragrance as she did so. 

“Somehow I felt that you might enjoy this more than I would. Please, do take it. You seem like the type to enjoy things like this, Kawata-kun.”

She kept her arm held out towards Hayato, as if physically suggesting that she would not take no for an answer. Her eyes and expression were gentle, as they often seemed to be, but it never did quite shake off the strange underlying feeling that Umeko gave off. She nodded her head and looked to Hayato again with some conviction. She wasn’t sure if it would be wise to bring up such a thing, but she felt that it might be a good opportunity to at least approach him about it. She cleared her throat a little and remembered the tagline on the bottle when it fell from the dispenser in the machine.

“It said something about getting the attention of all the ladies… or men… or something like that. I do hope that if I give this to you Kawata-kun, that there won’t be any sort of inappropriate activity on the island.” Umeko’s face turned a slight pink. “We might be stuck here under unfortunate circumstances, but that does not mean that we can just let our hormones get the best of us.”

[hayatokawata]

Hayato felt slightly guarded when she handed him something, that is, until he realized it was that cinnamon fragrance spray he liked! Sweet! Hayato took the bottle, nodding at Umeko on thanks. Oh man, he used this kinda stuff a lot when he was back at home. Home...

Hayato's face kind of dropped a bit, being reminded of the place and the people he dearly missed. He shook his head as he pocketed the item, looking back up at Umeko.

"Um...t-thank you, Miyachi! This stuff is pretty great!"

Hayato tilted his head to the side, confused on what she was imply.

"Well...there's already weird stuff goin' on this island (like people murderin' each other), but I guess I know what you mean (I actually don't)."

He put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels before he spoke.

"So...how are you doin'? You know..with everything that happened so far..."

[hayatokawata]

Bad Boy | Ch3 | Hayato | Open

[hayatokawata]

Miki casually walked through the sporting goods store while humming, her ahoge bouncing with every step she took. Honestly, the second she saw that they had a basketball court unlocked for their use Miki just had an itch to get back on the court. It felt like ages since she last played, even if it was shooting hoops by herself. Yeah, she knew that she was lying to herself by trying to hold onto what was normal. Trying to ignore the facts of their situation but could anyone blame her? She was a fucking seventeen year old who was not to long ago singing and dancing in Akiba without a care in the world. Maybe she was selfish, maybe she was disrespectful but still the idol just felt like if she didn’t act the way she did… that she’d just lose the bit of herself that she was desperately holding onto. Shaking her head from the serious thoughts. 

“My head’s in the game! But my heart’s in the song!”

Letting her humming turn into full blown singing, Miki couldn’t help but smile. Ever since they arrived she hadn’t sung or danced it was nice to do it even if it was from a silly American movie. 

“She makes– Huh?”

Freezing in place, she blinked at the boy who she hadn’t noticed till now.

“Um… H-hey… Bro….” 

Hayato was observing all of the different brands of basketballs. Wow! That was a lot of balls. Why would they have so many facilities and stores if there were only twenty of them here? This whole island thing was one big mystery to him still and it's been...how long since they've been stuck here? Hayato's worries suddenly melted away at the familiar tune. His head whipped around to the source of the singing.

"Were you singing a song from High School Musical!?"

His eyes looked like they had literal stars in them, his tone excited as he turned to the stranger. It was only a moment later did he realize this was kind of weird, coughing while trying to compose himself before he spoke in a more calmer manner.

"Er...sorry about that. Um...Hayato Kawata is m' name, and basketball is my game! H-Heheh....um...so...what's your name, stranger?"

[hayatokawata]

Bad Boy | Ch3 | Hayato | Open

[hayatokawata]

It wasn’t exactly a surprise to see Hayato of all people in the sporting goods store, but to see Umeko was certainly somewhat of a surprise. She turned to look at Hayato and raised her brows at the sight of him. She hadn’t realized that he had changed his attire, and for her red gaze not to meet bright green was a little confusing at first. However, after a moment, Umeko’s lips curled into a smile that was somewhat uneasy to look at. 

“What a surprise to see you here, Kawata-kun. I almost didn’t recognize you in your new clothes.” she smiled. “Are you in the market for some new Basketball equipment?”

Why Umeko was hanging around the sporting goods store was beyond anyone’s imagination, however the items that she held in her hands seemed to be indication that at least the Class Representative was being conscious of her own physical fitness. Her comment on his attire was an obvious stab at her previous statement about his affiliation with the Red Scarves that she shouldn’t have any knowledge of, but somehow did. 

Umeko was really just full of secrets, wasn’t she?

She felt something in her skirt pocket, which reminded her of her previous trip to the arcade that morning, which prompted her to receiving two unique items that she truly had no use for. It seemed a little bizarre, but she figured that she could at least ask the Basketball player if he had done the same.

“Say Kawata-kun.” she began, “Have you, by chance, tried your hand at the Monobear prize machine yet?”

Hayato's heart nearly stopped as he realized who he was looking at. The class rep's last words from their last conversation still shook him to the bone. He wasn't sure how to feel about her at all, it was hard to tell what she was thinking. He was rather grateful she had managed to get the wrestler off his back, but the distrust for her still lingered.

"M-Miyamoto--er, Miyachi..."

He pulled his beanie down a little bit, covering his eyes as he sort of closed himself off from Umeko by having the other hand wrap around his stomach, gripping his sweater as he muttered a reply.

"Y-Yeah...I'm just washin' my clothes...they've been piling up. I wanted to check this place out too so...yeah. The beanie is one of my older sister's, I think..."

He fixed his beanie so it was positioned out of his face, but the arm wrapped around him was still there as his other fell to his side. His head did lift up at the mention of the machine things that distributed items. His eyebrows furrowed a bit before he nodded.

"Yeah, I got a star phone strap...kinda useless since I haven't had my phone since we woke up on this island...but it's cute, I'll probably use it for somethin' else. What about you?"

[thegeekynarwhal]

Quick Drawing of Hayato Kawata from the drdespairdays roleplay. The last chapter killed me and that the new sprite had Stella’s glasses like was even worse… I couldn’t emulate the galaxy look on the hoodie that well and the coloring is messy but otherwise I’m really proud of this drawing!!

[hayatokawata]

Bad Boy | Ch3 | Hayato | Open

[ Sporting Goods ]

Hayato sighed. He can't believe the machine had his old scarf he wore in middle school. How the hell did they manage to get it anyways? He thought he kept it hidden in his closet back at home. It's not like he could return it, so he just stuffed it in the back pocket of his shorts. In his other hand, however, was a red and white armband. He seems to be holding onto it tightly, but why?

"(This feels really familiar...)"

He shook his head, why did he feel so attached to this thing anyways? He too shoved that in his back pocket as he found himself wandering around the Sporting Goods store. Huh. How did he not notice he was here in the first place?

He did feel more at ease though, knowing that he's in his element. He was going to look at some equipment before he realized someone also had the same idea.

"O-Oh, hey. What's up?"

[drdespairdays]

Hayato goes to the third floor club rooms and into the Committee room. He spots the red and white arm band and takes it, running out of the room before anyone can see him. Look at him go.

“Oi! Kawata-kun! Don’t go running around in the halls! Just because you used to be a delinquent doesn’t mean you can just go running around a school building taking whatever you like!”

“Well I can’t exactly stop you from taking something from the club rooms; Just make sure you take care of that thing, alright? Don’t go taking things from other people and end up treating them badly - that’s disrespectful.”

[hayatokawata]

Item Get! Japanese Sugar Stars Cell Phone Charms

A single strap containing small sugar stars in the colors of pink, white, yellow, green, and orange. Used to hang onto your cellphone and sparkle beautifully all the while!

[hayatokawata]

Item Get! Red Scarf

A simple red scarf that you can wear around your neck. It looks a little worn out though. The name Kawata is stitched into the edge of the fabric. Hold on a second, where have you heard that name before?

[hayatokawata]

I'm Still Here | Ch2 | Post Trial | Hayato/Chika

[hayatokawata]

Hayato looked to the side awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn’t a stranger to being complimented, but being called great despite knowing who he was before really touched him. He grew quiet, looking at Chika as she talked.

He frowned at her worried expression. She was right; his sisters, his friends, Akemi…they must all be worried about him right now, but why hasn’t anyone come for them yet? It’s been a while since they’ve been on this island, shouldn’t they have noticed that a handful of students just suddenly vanished?

“Yeah…I’m worried about everyone outside of this island…I really wanna go home too…”

His eyebrows furrowed a bit before he shook his head, standing up before turning to Chika, hand extended to help her up, a rather awkward smile on his face.

“Um…you wanna go grab something to eat or drink? Maybe somewhere more brightly lit than here and not reeking of smoke? It’s been a while since the whole trial and investigation thing so…maybe some food and company would be cool…i-if you want, I mean.”

[shsl-bass]

When Hayato offered her his hand, all she could really do was blink and stare like an idiot. She was perplexed at what to do. Take the cute stranger’s hand and follow him off just as it’s getting dark, or politely decline and book it back to her apartment. Her mouth contorted and she tried not to overthink things as she usually did. Overthinking lead to her making stupid, rude, comments and that was the last thing she wanted. 

So she carefully placed her hand on his, and stood to her feet, tucking her mascot head under her arm. There was an awkward minute or two of silence as she just sort of stood there unsure of what to do, and once she noticed she quickly jerked her hand back and looked away.

“That…that sounds nice. I wouldn’t mind. Maybe we could drop by the arcade or movie theater too? Might be a nice way to relieve some stress…”

“Does that sound like fun?~ ♥ “

[hayatokawata]

A small smile was on his face as Chika took his hand. He gave her time to adjust herself and didn't really pay much attention to the fact he was holding her hand for more than thirty seconds, he was just glad that at least he has some company. He didn't seem to mind when Chika retracted her hand quickly, simply putting his hand back in his pockets.

"Yeah sure! The theater sounds fun, there's snacks in there too right? Ooh I wonder what kind of movies are being played in there...wait, didn't the theater have like, closing times too? Wonder what time is it right now..."

Hayato searched his pockets for his phone and then he realized, oh yeah, his phone has been missing since he woke up on this weird island. Hayato rocked on his heels a bit before chuckling at Nyaoko.

"That sound like tons of fun, Minachi! Er, Nyachi? To the both of you!"

[hayatokawata]

I'm Still Here | Ch2 | Post Trial | Hayato/Chika

[shsl-bass]

hayatokawata:

Hayato stared in awe at the cat head. Holding it up so he can see every detail on it. Or really, what detail there is since it’s just a cat head. He thought about putting it on, but he didn’t know if she would be okay with it. She did give it to him, so maybe he could at least ask.

He looked a bit flustered and ashamed when she brought up how he was upset before, looking at the ground sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Haha…I was, wasn’t I? I mean…my friend is gone and now everyone knows that I was a delinquent. I was scared about everything and everyone. Now that they know that part of me, they probably think I’m dangerous…”

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. Even though he knew they didn’t mean it, he was still hurt by being called naïve and poked at for his secret. Actually, he felt the latter was intentionally trying to rub salt in the wound. He rubbed his arm, picking at that bandage that was always wrapped so tightly around his right wrist. He shook his head, looking at Chika with a sort of sad smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m not normally upset like this either. I guess it’s because we both lost someone we cared about, huh?”

He didn’t hate Harumi, he felt bad for her. She was getting blackmailed for something in her past that probably haunted her to this day. He felt like he could relate, sort of.

“…I’m sorry about what happened to Cho-san. She didn’t deserve having her secret being used against her like that. None of us did…”

He tilted his head to look at Chika.

“How about you? You were pretty upset as well earlier. How are you feeling?”

“Haru-…Cho San was a nice person, and I guess I really felt we could be friends…but it’s not like that’s exactly possible now…”

Chika trailed off and changed the subject back to Hayato, obviously not ready to talk about Harumi and her death. 

“Anyways… you seem really nice, and even if everyone thinks ill of you just because of something from your past then they probably don’t deserve your time or friendship in the first place…right? But I don’t think that would even be an issue in the first place, you’re great to be around, you know?”

Chika, carefully, took the cat head back and placed it back down on her lap. She stared down into it’s lifeless eyes and frowned for a minute. It wasn’t their fault. She truly believed that. It wasn’t their fault they were kidnapped and put on some random island, it wasn’t their fault they were being forced to kill each other, that they were being blackmailed, or even that whoever put them there put them there in the first place. All she did know was she wanted to get off that damn island and back home to her career, friends, and family…and she was sure everyone else felt the same.

But it wasn’t even that simple, was it?

“I really hope we can all just…get off this island, you know…? None of us deserve to be here…everyone’s families must be so worried about them. I can’t even imagine what their friends, family, and loved ones are going through right now…I really can’t stand it…”

[hayatokawata]

Hayato looked to the side awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't a stranger to being complimented, but being called great despite knowing who he was before really touched him. He grew quiet, looking at Chika as she talked.

He frowned at her worried expression. She was right; his sisters, his friends, Akemi...they must all be worried about him right now, but why hasn't anyone come for them yet? It's been a while since they've been on this island, shouldn't they have noticed that a handful of students just suddenly vanished?

"Yeah...I'm worried about everyone outside of this island...I really wanna go home too..."

His eyebrows furrowed a bit before he shook his head, standing up before turning to Chika, hand extended to help her up, a rather awkward smile on his face.

"Um...you wanna go grab something to eat or drink? Maybe somewhere more brightly lit than here and not reeking of smoke? It's been a while since the whole trial and investigation thing so...maybe some food and company would be cool...i-if you want, I mean."

[hayatokawata]

I'm Still Here | Ch2 | Post Trial | Hayato/Chika

[shsl-bass]

hayatokawata:

“W-Wha–?”

Hayato was pulled out of his thoughts by the rather feminine voice and the hands on his shoulder. He turned around to see…a cat? A black cat?! Didn’t realize Kuroi was here…no, wait, it’s the bassist girl. The one who was close to Harumi. His face was surprised to see Chika, a moment passed and it felt like maybe he didn’t enjoy that surprise, until a grin spread across his face and his eyes had that starry look in them, observing the cat head closer.

“Haha, woah! That is so cool! You can see through that, right? Did you make it yourself? It’s really cute!”

Even though it was just a short period of time, it felt like forever since Hayato started acting like his old, excited self again. He realized that as well, leaning back a bit and coughing awkwardly. He did look back at Chika with a noticeably more relaxed face and a small smile as he spoke.

“Um, sorry about that. Those kind of stuff is just…really cool to me. You’re Chika Minami, right? Or, um…do you go by a different name since you’re a bass player and stuff, like a stage name?”

Oh boy now he’s babbling. At least it’s better than having him be all sulky.

That had worked out better then she’d hoped. Chika pulled off her cat head, and took a seat next to Hayato, then passed it to him. It made her happy that someone appreciated the head itself, since it meant so much to her, and she was also happy that Hayato seemed to be feeling better even if it was just a little. She stretched out her legs, then sighed a little.

“I’m glad you like it…it was actually a present from my lead guitarist. She gave it to me when I agreed to join the band. Actually, she was so happy that she more so threw it at me…haha…so I didn’t make it or anything. The face has a special mesh to it so I can see, and my stage name is Nyaoko. My band’s name is Charismatic, there’s three of us…I guess I miss them a lot, I don’t usually break down like I did during the trial…”

She realized that she was rambling now. Being easily embarrassed, her face flushed and she continued to stare down. It wasn’t like her to talk a lot outside of her Nyaoko persona, and she immediately clammed up as soon as she realized just how much she was speaking.

“Ah…sorry.”

“It’s good that you’re feeling better…you seemed really upset…”

And there was the usual Chika Minami. Awkward, quiet, and too nervous to actually make any friends. Or talk. Or function like a normal, friendly, person.

[hayatokawata]

Hayato stared in awe at the cat head. Holding it up so he can see every detail on it. Or really, what detail there is since it's just a cat head. He thought about putting it on, but he didn't know if she would be okay with it. She did give it to him, so maybe he could at least ask.

He looked a bit flustered and ashamed when she brought up how he was upset before, looking at the ground sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Haha...I was, wasn't I? I mean...my friend is gone and now everyone knows that I was a delinquent. I was scared about everything and everyone. Now that they know that part of me, they probably think I'm dangerous..."

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. Even though he knew they didn't mean it, he was still hurt by being called naïve and poked at for his secret. Actually, he felt the latter was intentionally trying to rub salt in the wound. He rubbed his arm, picking at that bandage that was always wrapped so tightly around his right wrist. He shook his head, looking at Chika with a sort of sad smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm not normally upset like this either. I guess it's because we both lost someone we cared about, huh?"

He didn't hate Harumi, he felt bad for her. She was getting blackmailed for something in her past that probably haunted her to this day. He felt like he could relate, sort of.

"...I'm sorry about what happened to Cho-san. She didn't deserve having her secret being used against her like that. None of us did..."

He tilted his head to look at Chika.

"How about you? You were pretty upset as well earlier. How are you feeling?"

[hayatokawata]

I'm Still Here | Ch2 | Post Trial | Hayato/Chika

[shsl-bass]

hayatokawata:

[ Apartment Complex - > Children’s Park ]

Hayato stood at the Children’s Park. He stared at the swings where he first had talked to Stella. It stung his heart knowing that the girl he talked to just a while back is suddenly gone. His gaze lowering as he moved his hand out of his jacket, pulling out something as well. In his hand were two envelopes, one black and the other one white. He stared at his motive cards before his eyes narrowewd into something akin to a glare. It was because of these two stupid slips of paper that four of them were dead; these papers and that bear…

Hayato’s other hand moved out of his pocket, revealing that he was holding a lighter. It looked oddly familiar, wasn’t that the late Counter-Terrorist’s lighter? He opened the cap and flicked it on, a small flame suddenly burst to life. He stared at the two items in his hand before he hardened his gaze, bringing the flame closer to the papers. As the small flame had touched the black envelope, it started to crumple and grow hot as it burned. Hayato dropped the two envelopes, turning the lighter off as he watched the envelopes were engulfed in the fire.

The smell of smoke and ash filled his senses as the envelopes burned into ash, causing Hayato to start stomping at the envelope. Luckily, it wasn’t a huge fire but it still kind of burned the bottom of his foot as he tried smothering it. After a couple of minutes, the envelopes that were burning had turned to ashes. Hayato grinded his heel in the ashes as to make sure that the fire was put out. It was done. His motives were done. He was supposed to feel more relived after getting rid of those motive cards, and yet…

[ ♫ ]

Hayato sighed, ruffling his hair as he sat down on the pavement cross-legged. He was leaning forward with his shoulders slumped as he stared at the pile of ashes. This was supposed to make him feel better and it did a little bit, but he still felt empty. He hated feeling like this, he had tried so hard not to feel like this again but here he was. Even after destroying the things that made him feel like this, the sadness of loss will never go away.

“Huh…I still miss her…”

Hayato murmured quietly to himself before standing up. He was too lost in himself to realize anyone standing behind him.

After coming back from the apartments, Chika rolled the giant mascot head in her hands back and forth. She really wanted to put it on and just be Nyaoko for a few hours, but somehow…it felt like that was the easy way out. Like she’d just be running from her problems. The girl was lost in thought when she heard some mumbling and realized she’d somehow wound up in the Children’s Park. That wasn’t good, wondering around aimlessly and absentmindedly could get her lost…or killed. 

Chika blinked, bringing herself back to reality, before peaking around the corner to see where the mumbling had been coming from.

Ah…he was the one who was really upset over Stella…

She gripped at the mascot head she was carrying and frowned down at it. Aside from Miki, Masumi, and H-…Cho San, Chika hadn’t made any effort to socialize…and with the recent events wasn’t even sure she should. At the same time, though, she knew how he must feel…but what would she say?

“Hey, sorry my sort of friend killed your friend. No hard feelings right?”

She just couldn’t think properly like this. Chika shifted her gaze from Hayato back to the cat head. Wait…

Maybe…maybe thinking wasn’t the best thing right now…

Chika pulled her hair into two, tight, loops, then put on her Cat head. She took a deep breath, then bounced over behind Hayato and leaned down, grinning from behind her mask.

“Heeeeeeeeey~ Why the long face? Purrhaps you’re still sad? That’s too bad. You have such a warm, happy, smile! You should show it off. ♥ “ 

Nyaoko rocked forward on her toes and placed her hands on Hayato’s shoulders, then cocked her head to the side. 

[hayatokawata]

"W-Wha--?"

Hayato was pulled out of his thoughts by the rather feminine voice and the hands on his shoulder. He turned around to see...a cat? A black cat?! Didn't realize Kuroi was here...no, wait, it's the bassist girl. The one who was close to Harumi. His face was surprised to see Chika, a moment passed and it felt like maybe he didn't enjoy that surprise, until a grin spread across his face and his eyes had that starry look in them, observing the cat head closer.

"Haha, woah! That is so cool! You can see through that, right? Did you make it yourself? It's really cute!"

Even though it was just a short period of time, it felt like forever since Hayato started acting like his old, excited self again. He realized that as well, leaning back a bit and coughing awkwardly. He did look back at Chika with a noticeably more relaxed face and a small smile as he spoke.

"Um, sorry about that. Those kind of stuff is just...really cool to me. You're Chika Minami, right? Or, um...do you go by a different name since you're a bass player and stuff, like a stage name?"

Oh boy now he's babbling. At least it's better than having him be all sulky.

[hayatokawata]

I'm Still Here | Ch2 | Post Trial | Hayato/Chika

[ Apartment Complex - > Children's Park ]

Hayato stood at the Children's Park. He stared at the swings where he first had talked to Stella. It stung his heart knowing that the girl he talked to just a while back is suddenly gone. His gaze lowering as he moved his hand out of his jacket, pulling out something as well. In his hand were two envelopes, one black and the other one white. He stared at his motive cards before his eyes narrowewd into something akin to a glare. It was because of these two stupid slips of paper that four of them were dead; these papers and that bear...

Hayato's other hand moved out of his pocket, revealing that he was holding a lighter. It looked oddly familiar, wasn't that the late Counter-Terrorist's lighter? He opened the cap and flicked it on, a small flame suddenly burst to life. He stared at the two items in his hand before he hardened his gaze, bringing the flame closer to the papers. As the small flame had touched the black envelope, it started to crumple and grow hot as it burned. Hayato dropped the two envelopes, turning the lighter off as he watched the envelopes were engulfed in the fire.

The smell of smoke and ash filled his senses as the envelopes burned into ash, causing Hayato to start stomping at the envelope. Luckily, it wasn't a huge fire but it still kind of burned the bottom of his foot as he tried smothering it. After a couple of minutes, the envelopes that were burning had turned to ashes. Hayato grinded his heel in the ashes as to make sure that the fire was put out. It was done. His motives were done. He was supposed to feel more relived after getting rid of those motive cards, and yet...

[ ♫ ]

Hayato sighed, ruffling his hair as he sat down on the pavement cross-legged. He was leaning forward with his shoulders slumped as he stared at the pile of ashes. This was supposed to make him feel better and it did a little bit, but he still felt empty. He hated feeling like this, he had tried so hard not to feel like this again but here he was. Even after destroying the things that made him feel like this, the sadness of loss will never go away.

"Huh...I still miss her..."

Hayato murmured quietly to himself before standing up. He was too lost in himself to realize anyone standing behind him.

[hayatokawata]

What Can I Do For You | Ch2 | Hayato | Execution Reaction

Hayato had remained quiet throughout Harumi's explanation. He really wanted to say something to her, but he decided that he'll probably ruin everything even more if he talked again, so he kept his mouth shut. It wasn't Harumi's fault, she didn't want it to end up like this. She wanted to keep her secret safe like everyone else did.

Hayato had only watched part of the execution, covering his eyes when Harumi fell into the giant mouth. He felt horrible. He didn't mean to say any of the things he said when he discovered Stella's corpse. He would never hurt anyone. At least that's what he kept telling himself, he knows that the others might think differently. He stood at his podium for a moment, then he put his hand in his pocket, as if he's looking for something. He then pulled out a pair of black sunglasses, clutching it in his hand as he stared at the lenses, catching a glimpse at his face.

"(I'm sorry it had to be this way...)"

His eyes screwed shut as he felt himself crying again, feeling his tears drop onto his hand and onto the sunglasses. He turned around as he silently walked out of the trial room, clutching the sunglasses to his chest as he wept. He really, really, really hated this place.