About Hymndi Yokahiro

Age: 19 Class: Height: 5'11 Disability: Idiopathic Primary Osteoporosis Bio: Hymndi was never very talkative, nor very active. Children shied away from him or picked on him. However, when he did speak, he made it worth your while. If you were upset, he would make sure by the time you were done talking to him, you had a smile on your face. Other than that, Hymndi didn't say much and would usually sit by himself. Everything was playing out very normal, until High school swung around and he began to get severe leg pains. Some days were better than others, however, on the worst of days he could barely force himself to stand. Finally, after collapsing in gym class during his junior year, he went to a doctor to be diagnosed with this disability, forcing him into a wheel chair. After forcing his way through the rest of High School, he learned of a special school for kids like him. Excited for the chance to not be ridiculed or be looked at funny he "jumped" at the offer. Attitude: Awkward at first, he keeps to himself until he learns more about you. After he gets to know you a little bit more he begins to open up, cracking jokes or doing anything to make you smile.

[hymndi]

Emptiness (Open RP)

Hymndi sat on the roof of the school, his wheelchair beside him, toying with a few pebbles in his hands. It was one of the few times he was up here, being up stairs and there being no ramp. Students weren't supposed to be up here, but he could see why people would really like it. It was like the space begged you to be alone and think, or even to share a moment with a person. It was like a world on its own, seperated from everything. He sighed, closing his eyes and falling back with a soft thud, the breeze rolling over him to gently rustle his hair and uniform. He didn't know why he was wearing it, it wasn't like he had classes today. Maybe it was just habit at this point. He pushed the thought away, deciding it wasn't necessary to think about right now. He slowly opened his eyes again, looking up at the clouds, his eyes lazily examining them. He never saw shapes like anyone else did. Did that make him weird? He wondered what his old therapist would say then quickly dismissed that thought, knowing it was worse than the last. He sat back up, the pebbles still in his hands, he looked over at the broken part of the fence.

Hymndi shook his hood, throwing the pebbles at the fence, a few soft metallic pings resonating. This day was dreadful already. He missed the people he had began to grow close to. His mind began to wander, drifting through the different people and memories. Alphonse: what a good guy. Caring, generous, optimistic... All the traits you would want in a person. He could see how people would like him and wondered for a moment how he didn't have more friends. Vi: someone who was just as awkward as him. He smirked for a moment, their awkward moment coming to mind. Going to get food with him was a journey in itself. Misha: there weren't words to describe that girl. She was... Energetic, for sure. Hanako: he wanted to know her more but couldn't seem to crack her shell. Something was there, underneath it all, and he wanted to know what it was. Miki: Crazy? No, that wasn't right. She was just bold, quick on her feet, and one look away from giving him a heart attack. Lily: there was a well mannered girl. He never did get to know her well enough though. He hoped to fix that one day. Ryou: things were just as awkward with him as they were with Vi. Except probably hundreds of times worse. Things got off on the wrong foot and then the situation kept stumbling along on that same foot. Emi: another runner, just like Miki. They met on bad terms. Having the person rush you to the nurse usually isn't a good way to start things. Saito: things didn't start out great with Saito, but he felt like things could be okay between the two despite the rocky start. Then there was Rin. As he thought of Rin a smile touched his face. Rin was different. Sure, it might be hard to talk to her and she might not make sense but... He felt like he wanted to stick it out and be around her. 

With a deep breath Hymndi took a moment to get himself in his chair. All things considered, he had met a lot of people here. Heck, he had made a lot of friends too. Were they friends? He was going to call them friends. He turned and began pushing himself towards the door, ready to take the trek back down the stairs. He had made all of these friends and yet he felt so... Empty. Why was that? His heart sunk a bit and he sighed, not knowing what to think. For now, he would just focus on the stairs. 

[hymndi]

Amends (Hymndi and Hanako)

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Nothing. The handle didn’t turn. No footsteps from within the room. Seconds of silence turned into minutes as Hymndi waited, sitting in front of Hanako’s dorm. Perhaps she had frozen in there? Going quiet like a mouse in hopes he’d just leave? There was a lingering feeling in the air, though. As if just being in the girls’ hallway meant every set of eyes were on him. 

Maybe it was the couple hours of stalling…if he came earlier, right after classes had ended he could have caught her easier. She might have been in the library, searching for a new book to read when he’d appear with his choice. Thankful for his recommendation, they could have bonded and starting talking.  More time passed. It might have felt the entire hall itself was staring at him, waiting to see what Hymndi did next. Was she even there?  "Uhm…" It came from behind, just when the urge to knock again or give up had sunk in. Hanako Ikezawa stood against the wall, hugging a small bag against her chest. A slight nervous tremble in her manners. The silence suddenly made sense with one viewing of her. Vending machine staples, it seemed…something easy grabbed and brought back to her room. She hadn’t planned on being out for long, judging by her appearance…the long pink nightgown that she wore. Hymndi arrived and parked outside her door just as she was coming back to her room. 

[hymndi]

Hymndi sat there in the silence, his eyes cast towards the ground. He knew this was a dumb idea. He shouldn't have even come here. He couldn't blame her for not coming to greet him though. He hadn't done anything to really deserve a chance at redemption. A deep sigh escaped from between his lips, his thoughts beginning to get the best of him. It was almost like a darkness surrounding the last light of hope, beginning to snuff it out. His eyes fell farther, resting on the book in his lap. He had really thought this would be a good way to make things better. They both liked reading after all, and they could have spent time talking to each other about books. But, that wasn't going to happen. How long had he been sitting her now hoping for this dumb idea to happen. Minutes, probably, yet it felt like hours. He was about to give up hope when he heard a soft noise from behind him.

Hymndi turned around, expecting to see some girl telling him to leave, but he was wrong. There stood Hanako, wearing what seemed to be a nightgown, clutching something to her chest. His head tilted a bit, confusion hitting him for a moment before the situation registered, his eyes going wide. He quickly moved out of her way, his face beat red, his eyes snapping to the comfort of the ground. "H-Hanako! I-I'm sorry! I just came by to drop off this book because it's my favorite book and I thought you might like it!" His mind was going a mile a minute, and his mouth was keeping up surprisingly. "But I took forever to get here because I've screwed things up really badly with you and I was nervous because I'm pretty sure you hate me so I thought this could help make up for things." He took a deep breath, his knuckles white as he gripped the wheels on his chair as tightly as he could, his eyes staying glued to the ground. "But when I got here I kind of froze up and then I tried to talk to you through the door but it turns out you weren't here and... and..." He trailed off, not knowing where he was taking this. He was rambling at this point, his heart pounding. He wondered if she could hear his heart from where she was, but quickly dismissed the thought. 

Hymndi took a deep breath, his hands slowly moving to grab the book. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... I'm sorry and I hope you'll accept this so we can try and be friends." His voice was soft now as he thought about what he actually wanted to say. He held the book out towards Hanako, his hands trembling softly, his eyes surprisingly not shifting. He just wanted things to get better between the two, and he sincerely hoped this even slightly worked. 

[hymndi]

Amends (Hymndi and Hanako)

Hymndi was staring at his ceiling, his thoughts buzzing around inside the labyrinth he called a brain. Yet, surprisingly, one memory kept rising to the top of the rest, forcing itself to be heard. He sighed as his eyes closed, the disaster of meeting Hanako in the library replaying in his head. He remembered the awkward tension snowballing until it finally turned in to a disaster, and it was all his fault. His eyes snapped open as a heaviness in his chest grew. He has screwed that one up badly, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't blame her really, he did only cause bad things to happen after all.

Hymndi shook his head, sitting up slowly, swinging his legs over the side of his bed. His gaze naturally shifted to the ground as he began chewing at his lip, but something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He looked over to his night stand and saw a rugged, thick, paperback book. A soft smile crept on to his face as he reached over and took it in his hands. It was his favorite book, an American book called House of Leaves. It was quite an odd, and moderately confusing, book but he adored it nonetheless. As he held the book in his hands, his eyes wandering over it slowly an idea began to hatch. What if he were to loan the book to Hanako? She liked to read, and if he gave her his favorite book they would have something to talk about. It was a brilliant idea, aside from the whole having to talk to Hanako idea. He sighed, closing his eyes again. He had to overcome the crippling nervousness and try to make things up to Hanako. With a little nod to himself he slipped in to his chair, bringing the book with him, and pushed himself out of the room.

After a couple hours of stalling, awkward conversations, and attempts to calm himself down, he found himself outside Hanako's room. He couldn't go back now, he had come so far. He wanted to turn and roll away as fast as he could, positive this was a horrible idea now, but something in the back of his head told him to stay. So, he did just that. He sat outside the door, hesitantly raising his clammy fist to knock three times on the door. He began to panic, his mind racing faster than his heart was beating, yet he pushed through it. "H-hey, Hanako? It's, uh... It's Hymndi.. I came by thinking maybe you might want to read this book I have. I mean, only if you want to. I understand if you don't. But, I-I have the book here, and I mean if you want to read it I can either leave it here for you or I can give it to you.. If you want..." His throat felt as dry as the desert and he could only think about how stupid he must have sounded. Yet, there he sat, waiting for Hanako to possibly answer. He hoped something would happen,

And so Hymndi waited. 

[hymndi]

Sudden meetings

[whirlwindhappa]

She lead the way out of the room and through the girl’s dorm with a flourish in her movements, as if she was first in line to hack through the jungle to some hidden ruin. Miki Miura seemed to turn a lot of mundane moments into adventures…It was hard to tell how much of an act she was putting on, but the way she would stop and grin back at him seemed almost genuine. 

"Don’t worry about it! Live music is awesome. And not like any of us are professionals, so if you made a mistake no one would know!" The laundry room was as neat as you would expect from the school. A ramp for wheel chairs, side-opening washers and dryers for easy access. Miki slipped into the empty room as if she owned the place, and proceeded to demonstrate that by emptying her laundry out on a folding table, a pile of random clothes that she started to sort through. "White, dark, dark, dark, delicate…" She mused out loud, already sounded exhausted with the task. Picking through was a slow, tedious process with her one hand.

[hymndi]

Hymndi followed along behind the uppity girl. He was still rather unsure of how he felt about the whole situation. In the course of a day he had managed to be wrangled in to the track team, convinced to do laundry for a girl, went in to her room, and was winked at. He wasn't sure how much more his heart could take. Heck, he wasn't sure how much more his brain could take. It had been on overdrive the entire time he had been with the girl. It was almost as if she was always two steps ahead of him, toying with him with each move she made. That wasn't possible though, was it? This wasn't some game of chess, it was just a mutual friendship. At least, that's what he thought. He was lost in his own world, chewing at his lip until it started to bleed. He cursed at himself, annoyed that he still hadn't kicked that dreadful habit. Thankfully, Miki spoke and broke him from his trance.

Miki's words were true enough, however he still was uneasy about the whole thing. "That's true. But, I would know. And if I knew, then you guys would probably know. And if you didn't I'd tell you guys anyways. Then, after you guys left I would practice that part over and over again until I had it perfect and.." He snapped his mouth shut, realizing he was rambling a bit. He wasn't just describing how he played music, he was describing how he dealt with anything in life. When he screwed up he forced himself to work on that and try to make it better. It was just how he had become since.... 

Hymndi's nostrils were bombarded with the sudden scent of laundry detergent and masked odors, sending his thoughts scattering to oblivion, where they would surely stay for the remainder of their stay here. It was definitely the laundry room of a dormitory full of people, even if they were all girls for this one. As he thought on it, it did smell much better than the guys' laundry room though. He shook his head, pushing himself over next to Miki. His eyes watched the mountain of clothes tumble out in to one mess. He was just about to open his mouth to ask if Miki wanted him to do it when she started sorting through her laundry. He frowned, slightly uneased by the sight. He reached out and stopped Miki's hand, looking up at her. "Hey, I've got this okay? You just.. You take a break." He nodded once, confirming the words to himself, then went to sorting through her clothes, his face slowly turning a bright red. He knew what he was doing, and he was very flustered by it, but he had to do it. Today was a day of firsts. Today was also quite possibly the day his heart stopped. 

[hymndi]

Similarities

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His words slowly sunk into Emi’s brain…my wheelchair…please…he wanted help. Her legs moved far faster than her mind as she pushed herself off the ground and sprung towards the slightly battered wheelchair a few feet away. Grabbing the handle she wasted no time spinning it towards Hymndi and crouching by his side she positioned herself in such away that she could move him with as little discomfort as possible, “I’m going to lift you in to the wheelchair. Stay with me Hymndi!” the panic had an edge on her voice as she heaved Hymndi’s broken body into his chair.

Seeing the wound on the back of his head, Emi’s quick thinking drew her eyes to the side of the track where her towel had been thrown previous to starting the race. It took her 3 seconds to fetch it and press it to the back of Hymndi’s head. Grabbing his hand and holding it to the cloth she drew a shaky breath, she had never been good with blood, not since her accident, “You need to try and keep that there, Hymndi, okay?!”

Trusting in his strength she began to push his chair in the direction of the nurse’s office. Her legs moving one in front of the other in quick succession, “Stay with me, Hymndi. We’ll get you help!”

[hymndi]

Hymndi's world spun around him. He tried to keep his thoughts aligned, but similarly to the world, his thoughts spun. He felt hands grab onto him, a slight tensing. He couldn't just let her do all of the work, he had to do something so he wasn't completely useless. He let out a grunt and helped push himself up into his wheelchair. He forced his eyes shut, the spinning too much for him. He felt sick, His head throbbed and he couldn't think straight. A heaviness hit him and he realized he was beginning to fall forward. His arms shot towards his knees, bracing himself and pushing himself back up, leaning against the back. Breathing shallow, eyes closed, body weak, he sat there trying to regain himself. Her words brought he back from the black void that had began to swallow his thoughts. A few weak words escaped from his mouth "I'm.. .still here." As weak as it was, his words still managed to reach Emi's ears.

The blood trickled down Hymndi's neck, the warm liquid not even fazing the boy anymore. At first it had been an odd sensation, almost tickling, but by now... He didn't even notice it, nor could even tell he was still bleeding aside from the tell tale sign of almost passing out ever opportunity he had the chance. He hated forcing this burden onto Emi, especially since they just met... He would be surprised if she talked to him again. Heck, he wouldn't blame her if she didn't. He didn't even want to talk to himself right now. A sudden pressure, and soft object, pressed against the back of his head. He let out a soft groan, a mixture of pain and definite surprise. Emi began to speak, and he felt it hard to focus on her words. He was also surprised to feel his hand pressed to the back of his head, holding, what he assumed was, a towel to the back of his head.

A sudden rush of wind caught Hymndi off guard, feeling himself pushed back into his wheelchair. Sickness overcame him and he clenched his jaw tightly, forcing himself to try and be calm. He mustered enough strength to speak, just a few words. "E-Emi... I'm... I'm sorry...." With that, he felt the world begin to go black around him. He hoped they would get there soon.

[saitoishiguro]

Friends and obligations (Saito and Hymndi)

[saitoishiguro]

Saito shrugged it off to make Hymndi more comfortable, an attempt to prevent another confrontation like earlier. Looking ahead, he saw the whole landscape down ahead of them. “Uhh, how far is it? This could take a while…” he said, crestfallen, gesturing to his cane. “If I’m going to hold you back, you don’t have to wait for me, I know I’m slow…”

As he trailed off, Saito did his best to avoid looking Hymndi in the eyes, ashamed of his inability to keep up.

[hymndi]

Hymndi sat there at the top of the hill, looking down it. "Quite a ways I suppose. Want to use my wheelchair? I could probably walk it. I feel pretty good today." He didn't look at Saito. He didn't really feel the need to. It was a simple enough question, and if Saito wanted to use it he would simply stand up and begin walking. It wasn't that hard of a concept. Then again, Saito would probably feel bad and wouldn't ask for it anyways. He did kind of owe the guy as well. He tooks in a deep breath and stood up, a slight pain shooting up his legs. "On second thought, it's all yours."

Hymndi began walking down the hill, his hands shoved into his pockets. It felt good to walk again. Slightly painful, of course, but still good. His doctor wouldn't approve, and neither would his parents, but they weren't here to yell at him so what did he care? He let a smile slip on to his face as he kept walking. It must look weird to anyone who saw him in a wheelchair normally. Then again, nobody really talked to him. So, once again, he didn't really care. He just kept placing one foot in front of the other, enjoying one of the few times a year he felt good enough to walk.

[hymndi]

Similarities

[hidebehindsprinting]

Emi was still grinning before she knew what had happened. The situation had changed dramatically before her eyes and she felt her knees go weak. Hymdni was lying there, not moving, bleeding and looking rather like a heap next to his now battered looking wheelchair. Flashbacks flew across Emi’s field of vision. A memory best left forgotten clouding up her field up vision, she dropped to her knees and just stared at Hymndi’s still form.

‘“Hello?! Can you hear me? You’re going to be alright, we’re going to pull you out slowly, okay?! Ready? One, two three…here we g- Oh lord.”’

Shaking her head and feeling hot, salty tears grace her lips as they ran down her pale cheeks, Emi mustered up some courage and began to crawl to Hymndi, she needed to be strong. This person needed help.

Reaching his body, Emi noticed the slow, raspy breaths escaping his lips and hope soothed her guilt, “Hymndi?! It’s Emi! Can you hear me?” Unsure what to do, Emi pressed her head to his chest to hear a heart hammering as if it were trying to escape from his rib cage. She wasn’t a master at first aid, but if she could be certain that he was alive, that was enough to calm her nerves, 'I need to get the nurse…I can't leave him here…' she was trapped between a rock and a hard place, she needed Hymndi to come around. Looking down at her hands she noticed the crimson red, slowly turning to a dirty rust colour as the small pool of blood grew around Hymndi’s head and neck, she whispers, “Please wake up…”.

[hymndi]

Hymndi felt himself replaying an event. A loud crash, a jarring motion, screams all around. He was tossed forward, then suddenly slammed back. His head pounded, the world going dull. He managed to look to his right to see... He took in a deep breath, coming back to the here and now. He kept his eyes closed, afraid of what he would see if he opened his eyes. You're fine. You're fine. You can do this. Everything is okay. He heard a muffled voice. Was it that girls'? What was her name... His mind scrambled for the name. Emi? Was that it? It must be. He felt a light pressure against his chest. Was she pressing on it? No, that didn't seem right. It was too gentle of a pressure. Was she feeling for his heartbeat? Maybe. Maybe that was it. Or maybe he was just dying and couldn't feel her touch as well.

"Please wake up..."

Hymndi slowly began getting his full senses back. His eyes shot open as all the pain came flooding to him, taking in a deep gasp of air. His gaze shifted to Emi, his fists balled up. He felt his head throbbing, and felt like his hair was sticking to the back of his head. "I'm awake.. Just needed... A nap after..." He let out a grunt as more pain ebbed in his head. "After getting my butt kicked." he let out a bit of a laugh, looking around for his wheelchair. He saw it a few feet away from him, a bit scuffed up, but nothing too bad. He slowly tried to push himself up but immediately got light headed, falling back to the ground. He felt weak. As weak as that fateful day. He also felt ashamed. He had screwed up terribly. He had probably taken a few years off this poor girl's life. He felt tears beginning to stream down his face. He didn't know whether they were from the pain or the emotional conflict he was facing in his heart. "I-I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean... For this to happen.." He forced the words out, his mouth dry. He balled his fists up again. his eyes opening, the tears slowly still streaming out. He had to make it to his wheelchair. It was the only way. He couldn't do it alone though.. He mustered up some more strength, feeling weaker by the moment. "My wheelchair... Please... Can't walk to nurse.." he hoped everything would be alright. He would hate to leave this girl with such a traumatic event without being able to make it up to her.

[hymndi]

Sudden meetings

[whirlwindhappa]

Miki cocked an eyebrow, setting down her heavy laundry bag. “Ah, well…I promise I’m not gunna like, paint your nails or anything. You’re safe in here, alright?” She opened her mouth to continue speaking, then paused, her voice softening up with a slight shrug. “If it makes you nervous, it’s okay if you wait outside. I’m almost all ready to go, anyway. Maybe uh…maybe I should let you off the hook for tonight? If the room makes you nervous, folding girly clothes later will be a death sentence. An awesome person wouldn’t want to cause undo stress, ya know?”

Miki slipped over to stand by her bed, tapping a finger on her chin as she listened to Hymndi. “Woah, two instruments, huh? Are you any good at them? Western classical music is a little…stiff, but it sounds really cool when the whole band is playing.” She kept the conversation going while focusing on her decision. “I’ll have to take you up on that room thing some time, dude. Maybe you can play a bit for me. Get a bunch of people for a concert in your room after class.” With a snap of her fingers, Miki sounded a decision in her current dilemma, a wide sweeping motion to move her stuffed animals before tearing the sheets from the bed and wadding them into a large ball. “Alright! I’ve delayed us long enough! Let’s go, soul.” Miki turned and gave a quick wink to Hymndi, gathering up her bag.

[hymndi]

Hymndi shrugged, looking at her for a moment before his gaze backed down. "I sold my soul to you, remember? You could paint my nails if you really wanted." He really didn't want for it to happen, but he wouldn't complain if it did. He highly doubted it would happen, but he decided to prepare himself just in case it did. He began to run his thumbs along the wheels of his wheelchair out of nervous habit. It was another thing for him to mindlessly do while he attempted to awkwardly shamble through a conversation. "No. I'll be okay. I'm sure I'll be able to manage it somehow. Besides, I can't go back. I already said I would." he nodded a couple of times as if to confirm to an unknown source that he was being honest.

Miki's sudden excitement about him playing instruments caught him off guard. Hymndi looked at her, his head slightly tilted, one eyebrow raised above the other. "I... Suppose I'm okay at them. I did take lessons up until coming here." She mentioned him playing for her and his heart skipped a beat. He was slightly worried about the suggestion. So many things could go wrong. He could screw up a note and then screw up the whole piece. He could play the wrong piece and she wouldn't like it. He could-... His mind came to a screeching halt as she mentioned getting a bunch of people to listen to him play. "I uh..." He scratched at the back of his neck, his leg beginning to bounce quickly. "I don't know about that one.. I mean.. I could play for you but.. Uh.. A bunch of people might.. Ya know.. I could screw up and disappoint everyone.." His voice was hushed as he looked straight down at his lap, his hands retreating to his lap as well, tugging at one another.

The snap of fingers brought Hymndi back to reality and he looked up at Miki, curious as to why the sudden snap. She tore her sheets off of her bed and turned to him, telling him they should go. Then she winked at him.

Miki. Winked.

Hymndi blinked a few times. He didn't move any other muscle. He just blinked. His brain seemed to have stopped working as well. He just sat there, motionless for a moment before his brain whirred back into existence and his cheeks quickly turned red. He then turned himself quickly to face the door, trying to hide his face. "S-so, laundry then, right? Yeah, laundry. Lead the way!" He let out a few nervous laughs, unsure of what else to do. This girl was going to be the end of him.

[hymndi]

Sudden meetings

[whirlwindhappa]

"First time…? Ah, don’t sweat it. A room is a room. Nothing worth getting nervous about, Hymndi." She spoke soothingly, but with a hint of a chuckle in her words. "You’ve been in rooms with girls before. This one just happens to be where a certain awesome young lady happens to snore. It’s really not a big deal."

The Ryukyuan reached out with her right hand, holding the smaller bag outstretched over Hymndi’s lap, but waiting for him to take it with his hands rather than just drop it on his legs. His words made her smile more, and Miki turned her head to look around at her possessions cluttering the small space up. “Yeah, I can see that. Everything’s…out there to be seen. Nothing hidden away or overly fancy. I guess I’m sort of the same way. Makes me wonder what your room says about you.”

[hymndi]

Hymndi looked at her blankly before casting his gaze down, a bit frustrated, chewing at his cheek. She was right, there was no need to be nervous, yet he was. He let out a deep breath and looked up at her. "Would you be surprised if I told you I've never been alone in a room with a girl before? I guess that's what is making me so nervous." He bit the inside of his cheek again, looking away, unsure of what else to say. He could say plenty of things. He could try and explain things. Heck, he could even tell her all the times he screwed up and didn't end up talking to a girl. "You are pretty awesome though." He decided against any of the possibilities he had previously thought of, going with a more safe alternative. 

There was a sudden movement towards Hymndi and he jumped a bit, his head snapping in the direction of the movement. His cheeks turned a bit red as he realized it was just Miki handing him the smaller bag. He sheepishly took it in both hands, setting it gently on his lap, looking down at the ground. He felt stupid, for obvious reasons, and slightly embarrassed. He should have known she was going to hand him the bag, and he definitely shouldn't have jumped from something like that. He let out a bit of a sigh, hoping she wouldn't make fun of him for it. He was doing so well, yet the inevitable happened. He made a mistake. He tried to push the thoughts away as she spoke again. He looked up as he heard her sweet voice, a smile on her face.

"Makes me wonder what your room says about you."

Hymndi opened his mouth and then closed it again, giving her an odd look. It was one of contemplation. He didn't know how to respond to this. He could just tell her what was in his room. He could tell her about himself, and just cut to the chase. He could- "My room is pretty, well... Blank. Bare. Empty. I have my pills I take. The standard stuff they put in my room. My computer. My trombone. Oh, and my stand up bass." he nodded, the words just kind of flowing out of him, cutting him off mid thought. He wasn't lying, that was all he had in his room. No family pictures. No adornments to try and liven up the place. Nothing of his past life. He didn't have things like Miki did, so he just left it bare. He began chewing at the inside of his cheek again, wondering what she would say about his room. "I mean, you can see it if you want. It's nothing special."

[hymndi]

Imperfections (open)

Hymndi stared at the ceiling, his hands folded behind his head, his legs crossed at the ankles. He had been lying like this for quite some time. How long has it been? He blinked a few times, his brow furrowing as he thought to see if he could figure it out on his own. He sighed in defeat a few moments later, looking to the side to check the time on his alarm clock. He felt his stiff neck creak, disagreeing with the thought of movement, and found that he had been lying there for approximately five hours. Has it really been that long? I woke up at six. It's ten forty seven right now. Huh. He took in a deep breath and pushed himself in to a sitting position before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. His entire body groaned and ached in protest, but he was used to that by now. He merely ignored the aches and pains and continued on with his task. Shifting in to his wheelchair, he set a destination in his mind. He wanted to go outside and try to enjoy some fresh air. He nodded to himself, his blank expression changing only slightly to allow a yawn before he began his journey with a push.

Hymndi made his way through the hallways, down the ramps, and eventually through the doors outside to be greeted by the warm sun. He squinted a bit, as per usual for when he came outside, and began pushing himself towards a little place he liked to relax at. It wasn't much, and it wasn't very far, but it was enough for him. He didn't have much in life, so he tried to enjoy the little things. Like today, for instance. It was nice enough outside. The sun was shining, which was good. It was warm, also a bonus. It wasn't terribly humid, another check. And overall, the wind was good enough for his standards. He smiled softly, slowly making his way towards a small hill with a tree on it. There was truly nothing special about this small hill, but that's what made it special to him. He got there moments later and let himself out of his wheelchair slowly, smiling a bit as he closed his eyes and leaned against the tree. The only thing that could make this better would be a person to share this with. The only problem was the fact that he would probably screw up. He shrugged mentally, deciding it would still be better to have some company. Who knows, he might even do things right for once.

[hymndi]

Apologies (Hymndi and Ryou)

Hymndi took in a deep breath. He had been busy doing things all day. All week, in fact. Yet, something had been nagging at the back of his mind for a while. Things with that Ryou guy didn't go so well, and he felt like it was definitely his fault. He probably could have done something, anything, to make it go better. It had been his fault that Ryou had left. Heck, the guy practically snuck away just so he wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. He sighed and looked around, enjoying the weather outside for a moment. He had decided to get some fresh air before taking the task he had placed upon himself. He pushed himself up to the boys dorms, two of the energy drinks he had seen Ryou drinking resting in his lap. He had a note written out as well. He had planned this perfectly, He didn't have to approach the male at all. He could just leave the peace offering outside the male's door and be on his way. He nodded, taking a breath to calm his nerves, before heading out to Ryou's room. 

Hymndi had taken time to find Ryou's room number. Admittedly, it hadn't taken long seeing as he was also located in the male dorms and he knew his first name. However, he was having difficulty pushing himself towards Ryou's room. He wondered whether this was the right thing to do. Perhaps it would just cause the male more trouble. Maybe it would just make the situation worse. He took in a deep breath and sighed, hoping it wouldn't. He had already come this far, he might as well finish what he started. 

Stopping outside Ryou's door, Hymnid shifted to take the note out of his pocket. He set the two cans down in front of Ryou's door, a soft sound being made, and then put the note on top. He pushed himself away a bit, taking time to admire the set up. He smiled softly before turning to begin rolling a way, hoping that Ryou wasn't right around the corner or even in his room about to leave. 

[hymndi]

Sudden meetings

[whirlwindhappa]

"Nah, It’s my clothing. I can carry the heavy part." Miki responded, leaning slightly under the weight strapped over her right shoulder. "If you don’t mind carting a smaller bag and the detergent, though? It’s a little tricky carrying all off at once." 

She turned to face him, a slightly strained smile on her face. Silence wasn’t too common with Miura, but she wasn’t sure what to say, if anything. The tinge on Hymndi’s cheeks was hard to miss, and the passive yet nervous way he entered and carried him was clear. “You, uh, aren’t put off by the mess on the floor, are you? Kinda staring at it intently. I swear it’s usually a lot cleaner than this, dude.” She shrugged as best she could with the laundry bag, spinning in a slow circle to gesture with her hand. “So, whatcha think? Too much? I figured if I’m going to be staying here, might as well make it look as much like home as possible, right?” She slipped over to her desk, left arm bracing as she bent at the knee to snatch a stuffed backpack from the floor.

[hymndi]

Hymndi nodded a couple of times. "Oh, yeah. I can easily do that. Just, uh... Point them out to me." He spoke quietly, his eyes shifting from Miki, then to the floor repeatedly. He wanted to keep eye contact with her, but couldn't manage it. He brought his hands together, resting in his lap, twisting and tugging at each other. Being social was a challenge for him. Being social with a female was near impossible. But now, he was trying to be social in a girls room. This was far beyond was he was capable of. He had never been in a girls room before, how was he supposed to act? Was he supposed to act normal? Or perhaps he was supposed to point out things and compliment her on them? He didn't know what to do. Luckily, Miki spoke again, pulling him out of his crazed mind state. 

Hymndi's eyes snapped up to look at Miki, the red tint on his cheeks still there. "Huh? Oh, no not at all! It's just uh..." He began wringing his hands again, averting his eyes as he muttered the next sentence. "This is the first time I've been in a girls room..." His eyes slowly looked back up at her, his head still hung low, similar to a puppy who thought it was in trouble. She asked him what he thought of the room next. He didn't know what to think again. There was so much to take in. There was something no matter where he looked. It was like the room itself exerted high energy and positive emotions. Then again, he felt like Miki did the same. She bent down to grab a smaller bag, the one he was probably going to carry, and he answered her finally. "I think it's a lot like you." He nodded once, waiting patiently for the bag. "But that's a good thing." He spoke again without thinking. He blinked a couple times, unsure of whether or not he truly said it, then shrugged mentally. What's the worst that could happen? 

[hymndi]

Similarities

[hymndi]

hidebehindsprinting:

  Breathe, step, step, step step, breathe…

Race or no race, Emi was in her zone, no holding back. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a shadowy glimpse of Hymndi, arms like pistons pushing forward on his wheels, he had fallen behind a quarter of a lap ago but was now gaining, as though his brain was on autopilot, driving a dusty machine that had just been re-oiled. As much as Emi had wanted to have a friendly race with this new person, allowing them to beat her was out of the questions. Her tongue stuck out ever so slightly as she unleashed maximum energy, her blades taking on the track in a war between gravity and friction as she cut through the air at tremendous speed. 

Emi soon realised she was quickly pulling away and still accelerating, but one side of her brain was focussed on Hymndi; he came across quite shy and reserved, yet on the track he becomes a fantastic machine, almost becoming part of his wheelchair, the usual clunky support for his disability becoming a marvelous asset to his being. She had thought for too long and in no time at all the line that marked the end of their little competition was in sight and rapidly moving closer. Emi passed the line and slowed to a stop; spinning on her right blade she turned just in time to see a sweating form speed over his destination. Deciding to end with playful banter, “Where were you slow coach?! I can feel my hair going grey!” she grinned cheekily at Hymndi. 

Hymndi had began to gain on her, a slight confidence building up in him. Did he actually have it in him to win? He kept pushing himself, a machine going into overdrive, as he tore down the track after her. Something seemed to change, and he felt it as soon as it did. Emi took off like lightning, bolting down the track. His heart sank. His confidence was shattered. His will, however, wouldn't back down. He took in a deep, agonizing breath as he pushed himself just a bit farther in an attempt to catch her. He felt himself working better than he ever had before. His arms rhythmic as he flew through the motions. However, what he didn't account for was the amount of sweat he had been producing.

Hymndi brought his hand down to the wheel just slightly too far forward. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. Normally it would just cause him a slight tinge of pain and some slowing down. Normally his hand wouldn't be covered in sweat. His hand slipped out from underneath him, causing him to shift to the right slightly, his arm hitting the wheel as it began to tip. He braced himself, closing his eyes as he prepared to hit the track hard. He didn't have time to see her finish first, like he knew she would, he was too busy trying not to look down. 

Hymndi hit the ground left shoulder first, a searing shock sent through his body as he felt the hot track below him. Momentum caused him to bounce slightly, rolling a bit so he landed on his back this time, his breath knocked straight out of his lungs. He let out a slight cry of pain, balling up slightly as his wheelchair caught up with him. He didn't know what hit him, but he felt part of it bounce on his legs. Finally as he came to a stop, his body throbbing in pain, he looked up at the sky, breathing heavily. He heard Emi say something about him being slow, but didn't quite catch what she said. Instead of responding, or doing anything, he took the time to lay there, staring at the sky. He knew he was bleeding. Rather, he figured he was somewhere after all that, but he didn't feel any pain anymore. Adrenaline had kicked in, so he just laid there in peace for a moment, listening to his heart pound. 

[hymndi]

Similarities

[hidebehindsprinting]

Watching Hymndi out of the corner of her eye, Emi slowed her breathing, she felt the pulse under her jaw slow as she crouched and placed the tips of her fingers on the track before her. The asphalt was warm and the pleasant feeling ran through her nerves to her brain. She smiled, half to herself and half in the general direction of Hymndi, “I’ll count down from three, okay?” her voice had lowered as she concentrated, “One lap of the track. 3…2…1…GO!” she sprinted from her position; springing from the line like cat pouncing on a mouse.

Emi was aware quite quickly that she had taken lead early; of course she wasn’t suprised. Left leg forward, right leg forward, repeat. Her wide smile that was, at the starting line, plastered over her face shrank drastically into a small, determined curve. Her brows tilted down towards her nose. Acceleration was gradual but definite. Emi felt as though she was flying, gliding inches from the ground as she sprinted around the curve of the track, for a moment, she had forgotten about her race and Hymndi came back to her thoughts.  

[hymndi]

Hymndi's arms pushed him forward, his arms like pistons rocketing him forward. He hadn't done something like this in a while. Heck since.... He shook the thought from his mind as he focused on the task at hand. His arms worked like machinery, working in a circular motion. His hands hit the wheels hard, his arms rocketed forwar pushing him farther, then pulled up and back to repeat the process. He saw Emi pulling ahead with ease, which disheartened him slightly, but he wasn't done. He leaned forward a bit, sweat beginning to form as he pushed himself harder. He felt his throat growing dry, his breathing getting heavier, his hands growing hot. This was a forgotten feeling to him. This wasn't an annoying work out, like trying to go up the hill, this was an exhilarating feeling of determination.

Hymndi rounded the corner just behind Emi. That was being modest. She had been gaining on him the whole time, but he kept the gains rather small. She was only truly a few strides away, but his arms had began to grow tired. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together as he pushed himself more. Slap. Push. Arms back. Repeat. His eyes had closed for a moment as he pushed himself, and as he reopened them he saw she was just a bit farther. He swore at himself and tried to go faster, his arms screaming in protest. He ignored his body and kept going, rocketing towards the second turn, trying to at least gain a little ground on Emi. He wanted to show her that he could hold his own against her, despite being in this stupid chair, and he wasn't going to be a poor addition to the track team.

Hymndi needed to show her. 

[hymndi]

Sudden meetings

[whirlwindhappa]

"Everyone messes up pretty bad. Don’t let it get to you. Seriously. If you managed to get a full sentence outta her, It almost counts as a modified Win." Miki wrapped up the previous conversation with a polite shrug, trying to quell Hymndi’s doubts. "I just…wouldn’t put much hope in a repeat, you know?" Using the door frame to hold herself up, Miki unlaced and removed her shoes before stepping further in.

Compared to the uniform sterile feel across Yamaku and its modern buildings, Miki Miura’s room was an oasis of bold colours and overwhelming clutter.  A quilted traditional blanket, with stripes of ocean blue and vibrant yellow, was pinned up the left wall and draped down from the ceiling, creating a little cove to hide her bed mostly away from view. Stuffed animals and fluffy pillows covered what could be seen on her oversized pink comforter. A laptop sat idly open on her desk, Books, magazines, and figurines stacked around it.  Pictures and posters worked as wallpaper around her desk…dozens, perhaps even over a hundred little squares taped up where ever there was an open space within reach. American Celebrities and Japanese actors, Miki posing with friends both old and new, all smiling, laughing.  ”Consider it forgotten.” Miki said matter of factly, though she couldn’t help but grin at the compliment. She casually kicked aside a soccer ball as she slipped into her room. Her hand grabbed the straps to an overstuffed duffel bag, and with a grunt she hoisted it up onto her shoulders.

[hymndi]

Hymndi nodded, chewing at his lip as he thought about her words. Did he get a full sentence out of her? He might have. As for the repeat, he had no intentions on ever even hoping to get a chance at trying to repeat that whole situation. He doubted he would even see her again. She would probably go out of her way just to avoid him. Which, of course, he didn't blame her for. He had botched things up pretty badly with her. He shrugged mentally, deciding not to think about those kind of things right now. 

Hymndi took a look around the room, chewing at the inside of his cheek. It was much different than any room he had ever been in. Is this what every room looked like for a girl? Colorful, for sure, with things piled everywhere. Various different stuffed animals covered what he could see of her bed, but he quickly looked away from that, a soft red tint hitting his face. His eyes shifted to her desk area, which was perhaps the most eye drawing. More pictures and posters than he wanted to count surrounded what would normally be a work area, but for her it seemed more like a nuke of culture had hit it and left it's mark. He saw all of the pictures with her friends and, for some reason, it made him a little sad. Was it perhaps that he had never had the opportunity to have these kind of pictures taken? Or maybe was it that he wished he had at least one friend to know what these experiences were like? He pushed the thoughts aside and looked back up at Miki as she spoke.

Hymndi nodded, smiling a bit, a forced action for him. "Good. Thanks." He thought about telling her to stop smirking but it made him smile a bit more, a warmness in his chest rising. He followed after Miki slightly, only pushing himself half into the room, his eyes staying on Miki until she looked back at him. He quickly cast his eyes to the ground. "I, uh... I can take that for you if you want. It wouldn't really be a problem." He nodded a couple of times, his thumbs running along the wheels as he spoke. 

[slumberinghealer]

Debt

[slumberinghealer]

"Hymndi," Ryou repeated, "Hymndi. Hi."

They split up to return the books after a prolonged silence. Ryou’s brain tightened again. Perhaps his nascent caffeine addiction wasn’t such a good thing after all.

As he returned the last book to its home he lingered, finger on the spine. It wouldn’t kill him to try again, but… With everything his fresh surroundings had brought him, Ryou found himself longing for warm sheets and the gentle rhythm of his PAP machine. Resolved to find this Hymndi again some time, he began making his way towards the exit, furtively scanning for the familiar face lest he chase him down with yet more awkwardness.

[hymndi]

Hymndi slowly push his way along the isle, thinking deeply to himself as to what he could say. I could just apologize, but that wouldn't seem like enough after everything I've put this poor guy through. Maybe treating him to something sometime would be the better thing to do? Maybe I could get him another one of those energy drinks he was drinking. Would that be too little as well? Gah, I'm no good at this sort of thing... He looked up as he reached the end of the isle and saw the boy making his way towards the exit, seemingly watching out for him. He bit at his lip, wondering if he should approach the male to apologize, or even say good bye. 

Hymndi didn't though. He didn't do anything as a matter of fact. He sat there and watched the boy go, chewing at his own lip. He raised his hand to the boy's back, giving a small wave, saying the words, "Good bye. I hope you have a nice day." quietly, barely above a whisper. He let his hand slowly drop into his lap as he sat there, contemplating what to do next. He kept chewing at this lip as he sat there in silence before finally pushing himself towards the exit as well. He had decided he would make it up to the boy another day. He had done enough damage. He had screwed up too many times. It was time to give the poor guy a break. And so, Hymndi slowly pushed himself down the hallway,no particular destination in mind. 

[saitoishiguro]

Friends and obligations (Saito and Hymndi)

[saitoishiguro]

Saito was paying close attention to Hymndi’s actions as they headed out of the dorm, the earlier observation making him keenly aware of Hymndi’s mannerisms, if only to avoid sparking a fight again.

Leaving the dorm, Saito attempted to watch Hymndi’s expression for any more cues as to his thoughts. He seems a little… held back. Like he’s trying to keep from being there emotionally. Finding his voice, Saito decided it was time for another shot in the dark. “Are you okay, Hymndi? You seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

[hymndi]

Hymndi looked up at Saito, blinking a couple times. "I don't know if I am." He stopped pushing himself forward, the question causing him to think deeply, his brow furrowed as he stared at the ground. "So much has happened since I got here. I don't even know what I'm doing. I feel like I might be doing something wrong constantly. I never know if what I'm doing is right. I did feel happiness for the first time in quite a while again the other day though." He sighed, closing his eyes. "I guess I really don't know if I'm okay. I'm something alright. Maybe I'll understand emotions some day and I'll have an actual answer for you." 

Hymndi nodded once, looking up at Saito for a moment before pushing himself forward again and towards town. They had a long way to go yet, well, for him at least it was a long way.