“Yeah. How I treated her last trial. And how I treated everyone, after. I still don’t really feel to hot about all of that. Fukai-chan forgave me, but… It doesn’t mean I didn’t do what I did, y’know? I was mean.”
He spoke without too much of a tone. His mask was on, too, which muffled his words very slightly.
Sora wasn’t too surprised to hear what had been going on with Akira. He didn’t really want to think about that, but… It was probably time to.
Sora was glad to hear that Akira had at least spent any amount of time not on his own. He was thankful for Nakano. He wouldn’t doubt that at this point Nak probably has a less than pleasant opinion on Sora himself, but that was Sora’s own fault, of course.
“…I wasn’t really emotionally there. I apologized for how I treated him, we hugged it out a little, then a few days later I just had to leave. If I stayed, I would have just hurt him more, I’m sure.”
God he was being kinda edgy, huh?
“…If he wants to see me, I’ll find him. But I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t, ahaha…” He sighed, and shrugged. He may have been smiling bittersweetly underneath his mask. Hard to tell.
“Staying cooped up isn’t too good, but I had to. I was doing math.” That definitely sounded like something.
“That’s what I’ve been up to, math. I had to repaint my room twice.” He paused. “I guess I should explain. Sometimes, when I’m not doing well, I do math.”
“A lot of math.”
“In my room… on the walls.”
“I kind of go into ‘the zone’ and for hours, and hours, and hours, mindlessly do math on whatever surfaces nearby.” Sora takes out a few pieces of laminated cardstock printer paper. Upon them are pictures of a considerably messy room with writing scrawled ALL OVER the walls. “This… is the product of my work. I’m still trying to figure everything out, but yeah. There’s a lot.”
It sure sounded like a lot.
“I got some good work done here though. But anyways, if I’d stayed, it wouldn’t have been too pretty. I need to be in my own space when I get like this and the tower isn’t home.”
“…of course, this doesn’t excuse me abandoning Akira-san, of course.”
The last line came with hesitation and discomfort in tone.
((In which Erin remembers they have sprites they can use!! Wow amaze))
Oh so what Sora had done to Fukai and not some other way around... whatever that was. Yajiro has zero idea by this point. It’s been three months after all, hard to hold onto things like that. But he’ll leave it be, he supposed.
“Well, whatever you did, you just gotta learn from your past mistakes, yeah? If you don’t like how you handled something, work on it, figure out strategies to do it better next time, all that!” Pretty good advice regardless of which topic they were talking about.
And well. If Sora was speaking without tone, all the more reason for Yajiro to pick up the slack with his own speech. He hums, thoughtfully, as if he has to think about his answer. He doesn’t, but the sound is pleasant and friendly, so he does it anyways.
“Listen, I’m not gonna lecture you too much or anything since you can’t change what already happened now, but I’ll tell you this anyways for the future. While it’s perfectly fine to need time away or anything else... You should probably try to communicate first.”
“I dunno if I’ve told you, specifically, before, but I legitimately think that communication is THE most important and most genuinely beneficial thing that we have the ability to use. Through whatever means. When you absolutely need to get away right that second or whatever... at least send a message and talk it over through that sometime soon. We have private messaging you know. Well, not during closure, but you had three months with it dude.”
He says it wish a little laugh afterwards to keep it light. Not that he knew if they would both live to try this all again, and not that he would condone FUTURE abandonment either, but you know.
“And... it’s not too late. I know you said ‘if he wants to talk with you’ but. Akira doesn’t exactly strike me as the type to confront people. No offense to him of course, but surely you know your own... boyfriend? Is that what you have?”
Yajiro feels like that’s the impression he had, but can’t actually remember specifically being told. He’s doing his best. Didn’t matter though!! Because... math?
“Math?” Yajiro echoes both Sora and the narration. Thanks. He peaks at the card. Nope. Can’t read that, not even gonna try. He stops peaking and grins again.
“I’m not gonna pretend I’ll know exactly how what you’re doing works, but what’re you trying to solve, exactly?”
Curious curious. He’s actually legitimately interested.
“Oh and yeah, it doesn’t.” Doesn’t excuse it. K then, thanks Yajiro for that.
