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@kuraiheya-blog
" did you stop by to actually buy flowers, or are you just here to visit me ?? "
“Ah- well a bit of both, really. I remembered that you had prompted I might come visit sometime...I was thinking I should liven up the house with something pretty as well, so...it seemed like a good idea?”
larcine:
“I see. The same year then,” she hummed in minor surprise. The was actually to her benefit, in the long run. It was a bit too late to fully connect with her fellow seniors. But she’d be able to advise the younger members of the council.
“I’m sure you’re rather familiar with the way Shujin has been, even if you weren’t directly involved in any one situation,” Makoto continued calmly. “Would you say, compared to your prior years here and possibly even earlier this school year, you feel more or less comfortable being around and within Shujin?”
“Well...let’s see...” he hums lightly, fingers holding his chin in place. He hadn’t given the school’s environmental vibe much thought. Though he supposes that more or less has to do with his attendance fluctuating so much. He could still pick up from the time he did attend, though - and he believed that was enough to give an honest answer.
“I...don’t want to speak out of turn, but...truthfully? This past month or so has seemed a lot more comfortable than the beginning of the school year with the...incidents centering about the volleyball team, you know...? As for previous years, it’s been fairly nice - though I’d still have to argue things feel better right now. Maybe it’s just that I’m more used to it than before, too, though.”
firstserve:
“ the work with your family, right ? it sounds like it takes up a lot of your time from what you’ve told me. and, of course, how little i see you around school. ” she laughs again at the end of this but a real laugh, hoping that he doesn’t take it as her mocking him.
her free hand waves around in the air before finding his arm and bracing herself against it. the ground got a little rougher around this area of the courtyard due to it’s frequent use as a hang out spot.
“ sorry for the sudden movement… it seems fun though, like working with your hands ? and you could always join some adult sports teams in the city ! i’m sure you’d be great at, maybe, swimming or tennis ? ”
“Mhm! It’s...difficult, because Dad’s getting a lot older now. But I still enjoy it! Whenever it’s not a super busy day it can actually be kind of fun, really.”
When her hand finds his arm, he tenses it just a tad - making it easier for her to lean on him a bit more. As the ground got a bit less stable he makes sure to take their walking speed a bit more cautiously than before.
“Hmmm. Tennis would be fun, I think! My hands are pretty agile, so that would probably work out well for something like that. Swimming is fun too, but that might require a lot more prep time with getting in and out, drying off, all that stuff.”
A moment’s ponder.
“Do you have any side-hobbies, Kouhai? Like reading, or art - anything like that?”
firstserve:
“ oh ! i’m — i mean, i was always surprised to see older students at our games. i always assumed they were busying prepping for life. or something ? the teams here usually get a lot of support from the first years. ”
shiho keeps talking for far longer than the topic demanded, like she usually does when it comes back to the now heavily demoralized volleyball team. she can’t help it; despite all of the horrible memories surrounding the team, it was still her passion. her pace quickens a little without her even realizing.
“ but, uhm, thank you ! i tried my best in volleyball. i don’t think i ever saw you on any teams but did you try out for any ? you’ve got a great mindset for it. ”
“Ah- well I’d have really loved to, to be honest...but I’ve got to help around the house too much to really put any extracurricular activities like that on my plate. I’d want to be able to give something like that 110% of my effort...but I’ve got to skip school so much because of work - I wouldn’t want to do that to a team, you know?”
He, of course, was referring to the job he had with his father back home.
“If I had more time on my hands, I definitely might have tried out for something though. Watching and cheering on my classmates is always nice too, though.”
firstserve:
“ ah, thank you… sorry for bothering you with this, minori-san. i understand you must be under some stress from your final year. ”
her comments are quick and to the point, one hand braced against the wall to help hold herself up after the other had helped her stand. the talking helped her focus on the other things beside the burning sensation of her muscles resisting her progress every. single. step.
“ can you ever believe that i was a volleyball star ? ” she gives a small bark of a laugh, sweat rolling down her forehead from the minuscule progress she’s made.
“Hm? Oh-- really, don’t worry too much about that...I’ll manage just fine. I’d hate for you to have to do this all on your own...”
He can sense the pain in her expression, but she’s at least making progress. This is a bit faster than the first time, for sure, even if she might not have noticed it herself.
“Well, of course. You have a lot of talent, as far as I’ve seen! I tried to come to any games that I could, whenever I had the time. - Supporting your peers is really important, at least in my opinion.”
shorestar:
✧ ★ ☆ She was quick to agree with eager nods: flowers meant everything to her deceased mother, and henceforth, they mean the world to Stella. And because he appreciated their beauty as well, she offered, ❝ Come over to Hyousa Flower Shop someday and visit me during one of my shifts. I’d love to show you some of the bouquets I’ve personally arranged. ❞ But then, he had to compliment her speech. The feelings that stirred from her very core … it was sickeningly grievous. ❝ It’s ‘cause my mom only spoke to me in Japanese as I grew up. Even though I was born and raised in America, I didn’t learn English until preschool. My first language is Japanese. ❞ Mom. How funny, how foreign, it felt to even speak of her deceased mother. Such memories were better left buried alive, mired in the mud of her decaying sanctuary: a heart full of weeds and thorns. She struggles to perk up, to hide the discomfort he’d caused her. Hands balled into tight fists by her sides, giving way to the knuckles that slowly turned white. But it’d be rude to run away now. ❝ Perhaps we’ll run into each other, now that I recognize your name and face, ❞ suggests Stella, a little forcefully. ❝ I - I … ❞ She stammered, the panic rising in her core. ❝ I have to go, now. ❞
Oh, uh...woops.
Though he wasn’t quite certain what had been the root cause, it was fairly clear that something in his reply had caused her discomfort of some sort. He hadn’t intended that at all, but in most cases - such didn’t really matter. He didn’t require people to give a reason for their discomfort to be valid.
He nods somewhat awkwardly, trying not to let his trepidation display itself on his face - but to little avail. His chest feels a tiny bit sunken in, and his hands clammy - shifting into his pockets. “R-Right...”
Don’t pry. Don’t pry.
“...Are...you okay? If I might have said something to upset you-- I would never intend to. I...do hope you’re able to have a good evening?”
sc: [ @firstserve ]
Just little by little... It hadn’t been long since Shiho had requested his help in physical therapy matters. They hadn’t been friends for very long, either, but for the few times they had talked - they seemed to get along fairly nicely. He was glad for that...after all, she definitely needed as many people in her corner as she could afford to get after the...incident.
“Try not to strain too much, okay? A little ache is to be expected...but if it starts to hurt a lot you might be pushing, which could be worse for your muscles.”
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sc: [ @loketratan ]
“Ex...cuse me?” He hadn’t quite caught what the other had said to him. The tone, however, was very discernible from the voice. Angry? Or maybe just aggravated - people’s voices could vary in conveyance from person to person, after all. Regardless, it didn’t seem this person was too happy with him. He didn’t reckon he’d done anything wrong, though. Or at least, he couldn’t remember anything.
sc: [ @crowise ]
It wasn’t often that he decided to sit on a bench and just...peoplewatch. It wasn’t for any real purpose, and nobody really bothered him when he did, but he just liked to observe the many different types of people that would pass in and around town. Everyone has a story, Minori had always figured, and a person’s very appearance can be indicative of theirs - whether it be in obvious or subtle ways.
Some, however, preferred their story to be misleading.
“Oh-- uh - sorry. I didn’t mean to be taking up so much space.” It seemed someone else was lingering closely, as if wanting to rest their legs on the bench too. A young male, it seemed, with very fair and light hair. Minori shuffled carefully to the very leftmost side, allowing space for the other to sit down.
Another? Starter call, I guess? Mutuals like for one!
whipsmacked:
there’s a nervous giggle. ❛ whoops! sorry! i guess my stomach kinda acted before my brain could stop it! ❜
“Mm. Well I guess it’s not that big of a deal anyway, really. Lately I’ve been getting a little sick of those, myself...I just have to keep packing them because we’re running out of things in the fridge this week. You could take them if you’d like. I wouldn’t really mind.”
whipsmacked:
❛ last night i dreamt of the world’s largest cupcake! how can you not expect me to be starving after that!? ❜
“I...understand your plight - and I sympathize, really I do...but... You could have just asked for something out of my lunch instead of just taking it, you know.”
larcine:
“Ah, great then.”
She could tell by his posture he was calmer compared to her initial approach. Thank goodness. There was a lot to be done to ensure Shujin was a better place. And part of that was preparing the student council for the years after her graduation.
“First, can you tell me what year you’re in?” she hummed. It was a simple enough question. But it was still important. Second and third years were more likely to be able to tell the differences between the school now and the years before. Of course, any input was wanted.
“Mm-?” Oh, his year. Truthfully, with how he felt about his school stress? Many would probably find it easy to assume he was a First-Year, but such was not the case. He was honestly surprised that he had stayed afloat for this long in such an environment.
“A third year! If you can believe it, haha.” He assumed this probably had to do with his outlook. A freshman was much more likely to give simple answers about the school as opposed to ones that were more in-depth - since they had been there for much shorter a period of time.
shorestar:
✧ ★ ☆ Still, he seems friendly enough. Her smile whispers approval, and her bright eyes suggest that she would dare to trust, if only to a limited extent. ❝ Ikeda-san … ❞ repeats Stella, lips rolling over each vowel, tongue rolling over each consonant, as though she’s never spoken his name before and wants to etch it into safe-keeping. ❝ It’s good to see you and nice to meet you. I’m a student, and I also work at the local florist. ❞ And I transport criminals and assassins who hire me for a living. Though her heart races, she keeps herself together, appearing completely at ease. His inquiry prompts her to blink more so than usual. No, not a tourist. ❝ O-oh. I’m Nisei. My father was from Romania, my mother from Japan. They raised me in America, but we moved back here for my studies and for my father’s work. ❞ Before they died. But her kind expression remains in tact, completely steadfast. She doesn’t want him to know, doesn’t want him to pry into places even she refuses to venture. ❝ What about you ?? Are you a student as well ??❞
“Oh-- that’s a nice workplace! Flowers are so beautiful, though I’m not so good at keeping up with plants, myself...hehe.”
A subtle nod upon hearing of her origin. That was rather interesting, actually. It’s not often that you’d see someone of such an interesting background living around these parts. “Ah, you’re very well spoken, then - if you don’t mind my saying so! Transplants from America tend to have a little bit of trouble when it comes to adjusting with the language barrier. Though I suppose English is just as difficult if not more so for us to learn, too.”
“Mhm! I’m a student at Shuujin Academy. Though, sadly I’ve had to skip a lot of days recently...my father needs a lot of help around the house.”
shorestar:
✧ ★ ☆ The tender smile slopes a little farther up and into her cheeks, sinking dimples into her warm expression. She’s amused, endeared even, that he’d given her the time of day just to chat about various good reads. With slender fingers, she reaches up to pull aside the golden locks that had fallen in her face, tucking them neatly behind her ear. ❝ They all sound great. I’d love to give them a try and leave my own review for others as well. ❞ She’s a little uncertain, and the slight furrowing of her brows gives away the awkwardness she feels. Should she ask ?? ❝ Um … w-who are you ?? ❞ stammers Stella. The words had come out a little too bluntly, but it’s not that she intended to be rude. ❝ S-sorry. What I meant was, what’s your name ?? I’m surprised you approached me. I don’t think we’ve met before, have we ?? I’m … Stella. Stella Telmes. ❞
Always happy to help -- that’s a line he could envision himself saying if he weren’t so self conscious. It wasn’t far from the truth, however! He did always look to assist people whenever he could...that’s for sure.
“Oh--? The age old question....who am I...” he provides somewhat of a melodramatic sounding trail-off, though it’s obviously meant in teasing jest. Quickly, he begins to chuckle softly - indicating the humor behind his statement.
“No, I don’t think we have met before...my name is Minori, Ikeda is my family name. So - Ikeda-san is fine, if you’d prefer...” he didn’t want to assume she’d be fine with stepping over formalities just because her name sounded foreign.
“I just tend to come here a lot, on days when I’m not busy with work or school - and I couldn’t help but figure you didn’t seem like any of the regulars I’m familiar with, that’s all. Are you...a student? Or maybe a tourist? I’m so terrible with reading someone’s appearance though - so I apologize if I’m off-base.”
‘shorestar:
✧ ★ ☆ She’d felt it all, the weight of his presence following her that crisp autumn morning in the comfort of the cozy bookstore. Initially it unsettled her, yet she’s careful to hide even the subtlest hint of surprise behind her steadfast facade. Instead she carries on and down the aisles with bluebell hues scanning every cover, every title. Her nimble digits graze the shelves, though they come to an abrupt stop the moment she finds herself standing face-to-face with him. He spoke … to her. Back to her side, her arm falls. The breath inside her lungs stays: it’s trapped. The stunned look on her face breaks free through the azure in her eyes. And it’s from that vulnerable position that the breath leaves her slightly parted lips. But she’s quick to smile her kindly light, the warmth she desperately carries daily. ❝ N-no … ❞ stammered Stella. ❝ It’s nothing in particular. I just … love literature. I love reading. If you have any recommendations, that would be great. I … ❞ She hesitates. Would it be okay to share ?? Or would he betray her like the others who were quick to gossip like wildfire, to talk behind her back with cruel lies and assumptions ?? ❝ I’m going through a bit of a rough season in my life. I was looking for something to keep my mind off … reality. ❞
“Oh--!” That gets the gears in his mind turning. Minori didn’t read often, but when he did, his recommendations were easy to envision in his mind. He’d often get so excited about the stories he loved - it was hard not to even bring them up in unrelated conversations.
“So - a bit of escapism then? I...understand the idea of wanting to escape from the harshness of a tough time. I’ve had a lot of those myself, and kinda did the same thing. - When we could afford to, that is. Our move has really been costly at times.”
Letting his fingers rest against his chin, he makes a scritching motion - as if to indicate that he’s pondering what he could suggest to her.
“I guess it depends on the tone you’re looking for...if your idea of escapism only denotes something that couldn’t happen in real life- thrillers of the supernatural variety always make really engaging reads, at least in my opinion. For that I’d personally recommend...Suzuki Koji’s franchise of Ring novels! But those are kind of dark and scary, too...so if you wanted something lighter; there’s always that new hit romance story, Your Name! The novel version from Shinkai should be in heavy stock around this time of the year - being that’s it a super best-seller and all...”