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tenga hajime. kiznaiver. afilliated with amaranth.

[musclehead-blog1]

❂

“You don’t need—” She cuts him off so quickly he is just rendered speechless after that. His distressed expression changed into something tamer and concerned. 

Perhaps he’s still little rough around the edges when it comes to this relationship, but he tries. He has never been ill-natured, but he only desires to keep her worries to a minimum level. He dislikes seeing her upset for his sake, he can’t just bear it.

But.

That’s how it is when you have someone else that desires to protect you. It’s just like him at the end. He just can’t understand that so easily. It’s really hard for something like him.

“Ow.” A single huff of protest as she keeps cleaning his wound. “...Sorry, I just...” He leaves the silence to envelop the room for a bit as she tenders him. 

He’s really grateful, it’s just weird to express it in words. Sometimes, his actions speak what he’s unable to.

“--I don’t wanna see you like that for me. But it’s because I’m dumb.”

[selfrighteousness]

恋する準備はいい？

[selfrighteousness]

One kiss after another, this time by his own initiative. She’s taken aback, reacting slowly even though the presence of his warmth upon her lips lingers sweetly. There’s a silly smile on her face despite the red of her cheeks, she doesn’t bother hiding it. “I doubt this can become less embarrassing.” It will take a while to get used, though she is certain it won’t be a drastic change. 

She’s comfortable with Tenga and their personalities somehow always meshed.

“Sleep? After this!? B-but…” She assumes in their respective rooms and right now, being away of him isn’t quite tempting. Clingy as it can appear, could anyone blame her? Proving again their little experience and knowledge in dating – she ends laughing, endeared by his demeanour. It’s fantastic, having a chance of learning together how to become a decent couple. 

“Oh, you mean… together?” Her expression somewhat innocent once gathering her ideas, impure thoughts left aside. Tenga could be quite the pervert but she won’t accuse him of it – just yet. 

[musclehead-blog1]

Tenga joins her in the shared happiness. He doesn’t have any plan to be a party-pooper now, so his lips curve into a wider grin that tried to match her own. Another embarrassing laughter leaves his tiers the moment she mentions their awkwardness. Scratching his hair distressingly seems to be his option to relieve the shame. 

His first idea was that one, he didn’t think about it much — but he suddenly felt really tired after this whole new experience in his life. “—I mean, it was the first thing I thought!” He excuses himself with that. Tenga without a doubt is clueless right now, and he doesn’t know what time it is, so it’s somehow a rational choice.

“O-oh,” He certainly didn’t think about that. As the proud man he is, he’s fantasized about that before (Not like he’s going to tell that to her now) (Perhaps in a foreseeable future.). A blush presents itself once again, this time more colored. “Welp... I just feel super tired after all this... thing. So I just blurted it out... Is it wrong?”

“Maybe like rest in the couch together or somethin’?” Perhaps that sounds a little better than sleeping with her in the bed. Also more subtle.

[musclehead-blog1]

Δ !!

As soon as he diverted his attention elsewhere, his mode of quiescence was interrupted. “Oy! What the heck are you—”  He didn’t expect someone messing around with his peculiar hair, though that doesn’t mean it’s welcomed. Certainly not distressed, however. Just confused.

He allowed his arms to finish saying what he was unable to, taking her hands and moving them away from his hair. “…That’s weird, girl.” He eased himself off, even if it lasted just a moment. “I know my hair is spectacular and shiny, but no touchy. Only one girl that ain’t you can do that.” 

Forever optimistic and self-confident, he reduced to a rubble his past resignations. “I could give you my secret since we’ve got the same hair color,” he said, smirking. “But the truth is, I have none!” Lips curled into a grin. He seemed to be full of himself now.

[selfrighteousness]

恋する準備はいい？

[selfrighteousness]

“I could get used to this.” Being in his arms, hugging him close to her and her cheek buried on the fabric of his shirt. Nowhere safer than close to him.

Past events taught them plenty, albeit in a bitter way. Learning and forgiving is the key, one she hopes denoting with every word and action – fingertips brushed his back, a soft caress. She won’t deny the embarrassing side, her heart about to burst with every romantic expression of his part. It’s a joyful sentiment, seeing herself and loved and capable of loving in return. Maybe difficult to process, so sweet that digesting is no simple task and it’ll take time to understand. 

But they will be together from now and on, hopefully as long as possible. 

“I get it! I get it! We like each other!” And she is tempted to repeat it over and over, till her voice turns dry. Se won’t, she can’t muster the strength but what she does is stand at the tip of her toes, trying to hug him by the shoulders. Pulling him close, the excitement numbs doubts for a second – Chidori kissed him on the lips, fast as possible in a way to celebrate. 

“Thank you, Tenga-kun.. I promise to be always by your side.”

[musclehead-blog1]

How very embarrassing. “Y-yeah.” This is not something he deals with on a constant basis. A rather new, yet warming thing to make his days brighter. His nervousness becomes more luke-warm, more comfortable.

They’ve made mistakes, hell, everyone does. He isn’t proud of his past behavior, but he can’t help but keep striding towards the shiny future. It’s unknown, but only time will tell what’s going to happen next. He can’t be worried about things he doesn’t know, so he has to live his days brilliantly as ever. Especially now that he’s with Chidori Takashiro.

Her voice resounds inside her head, making his heart clutch. It’s all in a good way, but he needs to get accustomed to this. By the looks of it, it won’t take much time.

“Wahaha. I guess I’ll shut up about it. No need to make things more embarrassing, right? Right?” A teasing nature that was missed for a while is now back. Tenga starts ruffling her hair affectionately, not letting go just yet.

But... with the lips pressing, he has come back to his embarrassing facade once again. He gets red-hot. Akin to Chidori’s hair, even if it’s just a moment. “Hehehehe...,” And damn it is so awkward, but he goes for another on his own. Quick and firm.

“D-don’t say more embarrassing things now, jeez... Alright. Let’s do something else! Like... Dunno, sleep or something?”  

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[selfrighteousness]

恋する準備はいい？

[selfrighteousness]

He makes her breathe run short. His features, his expressions and way of speech – what’s so charming about them? She wonders and wonders, having no proper response to things that make no sense whatsoever. Leaving it aside, what words can do? She’s always stuck, wanting to unleash all her emotions at once. It’s troubling and she can never find the proper words, the proper time. It’s always a bad time with her. Bravery never lacks, it’s merely how most she does ends with one-sided effort. The selfish Chidori can only cling on his frame, her fingertips pressed firmly against the yellow fabric of his shirt. As if fearing he will leave.

I hate you because you are always close to me.

It makes no sense, what he sees on her. She’s heavy and has no place, fearing she may sink his heart along her own. But risks must be taken, that’s what she has learned of him and embrace pain, like many of their peers. 

“Of course I do. I like you. I’ll say it a thousand times…!”

“I like you, Hajime Tenga.”

She feigns irritation, eyebrows furrowed and although weak, her stare pierced through. It’s brief, looking at him as if in search of an answer – one he already must be aware of and she has yet to find the courage of mustering. 

Lips parted gently and a smile blossoms at the corners once saying, “Don’t make fun of my stuttering, it’s natural I get nervous.” And it’s then, she leans against his chest once more, eyelids shutting tight. The bittersweet taste of rejection long forgotten, now all she awaited for are brighter days – he’s not a second choice, he’s the first to ever see her. First to make her realize, love isn’t something to be ashamed of. 

“You’re warm.”

[musclehead-blog1]

Mentally, he’s crossing his fingers. He didn’t want to ruin this moment with his usual idiocy. He trusts his speech, but he isn’t sure it reached out to Chidori the way he wanted to. Inwardly, he was a mess — drown in an ocean of mixed feelings he has never had the guts to sense before. His chest tightening, feeling every heartbeat with vigorous attention. His stomach exploding with eagerness, and he is only waiting for Chidori’s sweet voice to reach him, so anyone can imagine how he’d feel when she starts speaking.

If she’s selfish for feeling like that, then he is, too. It’s complex and certainly he has never tried to give it much tought because he’s afraid of getting hurt. He didn’t want to get hurt and he certainly wanted to hurt Katsuhira, or Chidori. Perhaps it is selfish, but ultimately the best outcome for him is something he thought correct. 

Unfortunately, the way he expressed his feelings back then was wrong, and he needs to live with that for the rest of his life. That haunted Tenga, and still does. Though, right now, he feels blessed. The negative thoughts dispel and are casted away from his mind when she repeated herself. 

“Chidori...”

“I—” One arm holds her frame as the other rubs his cheek, embarrassed by her words. A faint, almost visible blush paints his face with deep tonalities of crimson. “I like you, Chidori.” Tenga repeats her words to show his care. He’d give it his own spin, but it would be dumb so he tossed the idea away.

“...I ain’t! It’s just... embarrassing?” Tenga is honest, but he means no harm with those words. “I wanna be your boyfriend!” There, said it. Nailed it, hopefully.

“...You’re the warm one, stop it.” Once again, he holds her with the both of his strong arms, really close.

[selfrighteousness]

恋する準備はいい？

[selfrighteousness]

Is it okay? To have him all for herself? Much as he disagrees, she firmly believes there’s plenty of selfishness guiding her decision – it’s selfish seeing him, noticing his mannerisms and in her mind, each of his expressions piercing through into a cherished memory. Dyed in his colours, slowly wanting more of this feeling. Unlike the nostalgic love for Katsuhira, this one brought hope and warmth. Very much like the hands that now held her own, protectively pulling them close. 

His honesty, the way he fought through everything. Unlike her, he’s selfless. Protective. A rough exterior covered such a sweet heart, it made her own flutter without a second doubt. She feels small in comparison to him but to an extent, they’re on even terms. No matter how painful was the instant she knew of his sprouting love for her. She knew there was no distance, only comfortability and trust in between. 

Falling in love has such a bittersweet taste and thinking of him brought said joy, the heart pounding expectations and wave of intensity she hadn’t felt in a while. His featherlight way to be washed away the constant stress and concern of her daily life. He is so simple-minded, it brings a smile on her face. 

“You’re dumb.” Protests won’t get her anywhere, she simply mutters because there’s no possible way of conveying a decent answer. “If you want me to believe all of that, don’t you think you should trust me more…? Everything that I’ve seen of you…”

The scarcest laugh, but ephemeral happiness wins and she can’t get enough of it. He is too incredibly good for her. Waiting, keeping herself closed is something she can’t do anymore.

“You’re awful! Making me confess and even ask you out at the same time…!!” It’s fair, somehow. A stubborn girl such as herself can understand how delicate this matter is for both of them – she’s in no hurry for them to take such a big step but neither wishes to hold back. “P-please, go out with me a-and become my b-b-b-boyf–…!” Chocking back her words, a heavily embarrassed Chidori opted to find solace and bury her head on his shirt. It’s as far as she can go, romance may be a constant in her thoughts and life. However, it didn’t mean she had a proper grasp on how to manage.

[musclehead-blog1]

Very far away from their city, universe or whatever — it is just like they’re only the both of us now. There’s no way he doesn’t feel selfish for having her for himself as well, especially when others can’t just ... know that. He understood her feelings to an extent no one did before, but that doesn’t mean he still grasps how important his presence and essence were to Chidori. 

Right now, his desire to defend her is undebatable. His attraction, albeit confusing, is still genuine. He can’t fully defend himself because he knows he’s dumb, he knows he’s stupid, but that won’t change any of his feelings. He may have acted like a jealous toddler in the past, and he isn’t going to excuse that. But he is focused in the greater, broader future that awaits them.

He is afraid, and not because he thinks he’s just her last resort, but because he doesn’t think he’d be enough for her. “Yeah, I’m the dumbest...” A faint laugh resonates the room, in unison with hers. 

Feeling her warm face on his chest is new, unexpected. A surprised face comes first before getting accustomed to the feeling. He musters the guts to wrap her thin frame with his arms before saying something stupid. Maybe that way he can get some points.

He simply is not good with this, but he tries his best. “O-oy.” He chokes, too. It’s dumb yet satisfying, how they struggle with words. Tenga knows he needs to take the next step, he just needs a little bit more of ... time to recollect his thoughts.

Spending time in silence like this is not so bad after all. “I wanna be your boyf... Will you be my girlfff?” He tries to make it funny, for her sake. Hopefully, it will work. 

“—Please? Pretty please?”

[selfrighteousness]

恋する準備はいい？

[selfrighteousness]

“….W-what? Of course I am okay! Don’t make me repeat myself! I like you! I LIKE YOU!” With her voice rising, words trembled along. Her shaky hands holding onto the fabric of his shirt, pulling and pushing him with what little strength she had – it’s a desperate measure, one to cover further embarrassment. Explaining herself is already difficult when having minimal idea of how her feelings fluctuated. True, she had not see him before as he may have wanted and it’s a fact how his presence was etched in her life. 

“I’m heavy and selfish! I’m not really pretty or elegant like Honoka-chan or Sonozaki-san! Or cute, like Nico-chan! My chest is flat and I’m stubborn too! I don’t get what you saw in me…”

Before and after being bounded by the kizna system. 

“Even so, you ended liking me out of every other girl… I guess you’re dumb…”

There had to be more, beyond the friendship they have built and it’s a certain fact that the entirety of summer was hellish. But also, something she would hold dear. Meeting him and everyone made her see beyond that selfish wish she once had. 

“But I’m dumb too!! Tenga-kun has a good heart and a cute smile, a-and I want to be there for you as long as I can!”

[musclehead-blog1]

With the unexpected outburst, it was obvious that  he would be rendered speechless. Eyes fiercely breaking through shame to meet her embarrassed gaze. He let her shake him as many times as she wanted, mostly because he was still digesting the information, making him prone to slow reactions. 

—and making him prone to a plethora of emotions he had never felt before with such intensity. 

“--you aren’t selfish, Chidori.” He motioned his hands to ensnare hers with utter care, not “And you’re cute, too.” He could say more, but the same knot within his throat restrained most of his speech.

It was remarkable, there were many factors that decided and developed his feelings towards Chidori, not just a random, fleeting thought that once passed his mind. It was more complex, he couldn’t even undermine it.

“H-hey. I like you for many things, y’know?! Nothing that you’ve said makes sense to me, because you are as pretty or ‘elegant’ as them, maybe even more.” A heavy sigh ensued later, still willing to continue his speech, “And who cares about your small boobs?! I’m sure they’re adorable like that, either way!” He was touching the embarrassing line, but that wouldn’t stop him.

“That means that we’ll be ... something now, right? I mean, if you like me now... and I already like you... I dunno. You tell me.”

[selfrighteousness]

恋する準備はいい？

[selfrighteousness]

“It’s not sudden…” It’s not a change overnight, she ignored greatly how his presence began weighing so heavily in her mind – his voice, his mannerisms and everything that conformed Hajime Tenga turned into a vital part of her life. “The entire summer… it hurt not seeing Kacchon but it hurt more not seeing you…” His touch so caring, strange of someone so brusque in appearance. Her forehead leaned onto his chest, eyelids shutting tight.  

“You are so troublesome and reckless, loud too and also kind… Your touch is soft even when I’ve seen you how strong you are… it’s weird. Maybe I didn’t want to believe my heart was changing…”

“S-so, if it’s okay with you… to have someone like me…”

[musclehead-blog1]

She could say that, but it was certainly sudden for him. Especially the change of behavior. However, she could stumble, stagger, or barely stand up; he would be alongside her regardless. Unless she didn’t want him closer, that is.

Inwardly, he was glad that his feelings weren’t forgotten beneath the wreckage, though it was but a selfish thought of his that never sailed or was shown. A smile finally crept up his otherwise stoic countenance.

“I guess I’m lucky, then.”

Not what he expected -- certainly, this was the last thing upon he had thought it would result. Perhaps it was harsh, tough luck maybe. Perhaps he was right, but it’s always a perhaps, a maybe, or something – never solid, never definite.

The only definite thing was her confession, and that was enough for him to consider himself blessed.

“T-That’s my line! I mean, I still don’t think you’d be okay with someone... as dumb as me, y’know!”

[selfrighteousness]

恋する準備はいい？

[selfrighteousness]

‘I said it.’ Congratulating herself is beyond a possibility right now, when her heart felt it was about to burst out of her chest. Pounding strongly per second, the temperature on her body growing. 

A gulp follows, her legs shaking. “I’m not sure… I get nervous, my chest feels all funny and it’s… so weird.” Regretting is no longer a choice, neither something she can lecture herself about – it’s done and can’t turn back. Chidori didn’t want to seem selfish any longer in front of him or anyone. 

“Is it okay, for me to.. l-like you?” 

“Do I really…. have a right to fall for you?”

[musclehead-blog1]

All the embarrassment that gathered among the pair was notorious, especially when it came to Chidori. He knew she was heavily emotional, and he didn’t mind that. He knew he had to be careful with his words because nothing could hurt him more than seeing her hurt.

Which was why he leaned closer, still afraid of ruining the moment, but retreating wasn’t a choice. Second-hand thoughts cleared and wiped away, only this tense moment stood up. “Hey, don’t make it more embarrassing that it already is!”

Rendering Tenga speechless seemed to be a nice resort for her right now. After hearing every word attentively, his heated cheeks only grew deeper. “—I,” He began, placing his hands over her shoulders reassuringly, “...Why the sudden change of mind?” A genuine question he’d like to hear, though it wasn’t necessary at all. 

Still, she asked something important. He was unsure how to answer it, so he simply said what he thought it was best, “Don’t say dumb things, there’s no such thing as not being worthy of something.“

“—Because I like you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll force my stuff upon you.”

[selfrighteousness]

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this is a little something for @musclehead, who i love very much!!!

[selfrighteousness]

恋する準備はいい？

[selfrighteousness]

“No, I don’t know!!” Her reply would be delivered steadily, not a single doubt any longer. Maybe it’s the moment that has heated up her resolve, what’s setting those heavy emotions ablaze. She wishes to hide, run and never confront this ever again but that’s no longer acceptable. That part of herself has been left in the past and won’t resurface, as long as she can prevent it.

“Y-you… What’s this about trying to act cool!? For what!?!?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid. She’d repeat over and over, furiously trying to ingrain in her mind that the man she spoke with was one. How she couldn’t understand his reasoning, how she couldn’t grasp the idea of someone prioritizing her feelings – “Sharing my days with you, getting to know who you are… even after all that Kacchon made me go through…” Even after her heart crumbled slowly, pain was scarce. A spec of what used to be, no longer sinking in the depths of nostalgia. 

Chidori’s fists would slam the sofa’s arm top, followed by a sonorous, “…YET YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT…!!”

[musclehead-blog1]

He should’ve seen that coming, mostly because he can’t say anything with a slight degree of sense if he doesn’t even understand it himself. However, her nervousness is palpable now, doubts clearing as she keeps talking. Making him, subsequently, nervous too. 

“I already told you! To avoid ... discomfort.” Weird wording, but that’s the only thing she can get when Tenga is like this. Not much is left for her to understand, but she still tries to play dumb, it seems. It’s completely understandable from his point of view, but going around the edges won’t do any good.

She’s strong, he knows. After everything they’ve gone through (especially her, the most affected), they’ve grown closer to each other. It’s special, and unique. “So you feel it too, don’t you.” 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, either... Jeez, saying makes me feel... embarrassed.” 

[selfrighteousness]

恋する準備はいい？

[selfrighteousness]

“N-no, it’s nothing bad!” Her hand waved immediately, remarking her words. This topic could go wrong if taken the wrong way. thus hoping it won’t turn so drastically. Not being straightforward since the beginning could only feed the tension and she can’t deal with it. Every second her chest grows heavier, her body tensing up and it’s annoyingly notorious. 

Feeling dizzy, her words fumbled incoherently till managing a single sentence – “I wanted to talk.”  A sigh heaves, first deed accomplished but there was now the issue of going straight into the topic. Pulling the edge of her skirt wasn’t making her image any better. It’s not as if she feared rejection but who knows? She isn’t experienced despite being recently acquainted with it. 

“Tenga-kun, d-do you… still have feelings for me?” 

Her breathe was running short. 

 “I know you wanted to be rejected because of how everyone was tense… I want to be sure first. It’s still too early for this but… I want to try… t-try to…–

–… you know…”

[musclehead-blog1]

Nothing wrong, she says, and he already forms a better, clearer idea on his mind. Perhaps some naïvety made him think she was going to say something completely unrelated from their past lives, but the way she presented herself to him was...

Odd. Yeah.

Fixating his green glasses, he looks over the phone for a moment, witnessing how she dug his fingers on her skirt as if trying to contain her emotions. He noticed such small detail with no problem, and he doesn’t know why.

He swallows thick saliva, slowly traveling his throat. It burns, but he tries to remain composed despite the several ideas on his head. He stands up, only to look at her embarrassed face with wonderment. 

“Huh.” So he was right, after all. He can feel a plethora of emotions attacking every inch of his body, and he can’t do nothing but observe. Words can’t be gesticulated, nor he can manage to throw any sort of reciprocal embarrassment due the surprise.

After a long minute of silence, he speaks, quite ashamed of himself for some reason. “Yeah... I mean, I tried to act cool as if nothing ever happened for your sake, but...”

“...—you know.”

[selfrighteousness]

恋する準備はいい？

@musclehead​

Inhale, exhale. 

Rinse and repeat.

It’s a process she has yet to stop, despite she assumed it a brief reassurance before the incoming meeting. Her stomach a bubbling mess, nausea almost palpable despite no apparent reason provoked it. ‘You can do it,’ are words she mentally repeats in hope of convincing herself. She’s dizzy and her face is vividly red, the mere thought capable of nurturing infinite of worries that plagued her mind. And all because she’s hesitant of entering his room, one she had gone and left multiple times without a worry. Nonchalant, easy going times that she hoped to maintain. 

Now, the crushing weight of her feelings prevent that carefree attitude of blooming and instead, the shy Chidori appears. One that walked carefully without a noise, peeking through the door in hopes of being noticed.

“Tenga-kun… do you have a second?”

[musclehead-blog1]

Tenga was actually taking a break from his usual obnoxiousness, tapping and playing with his phone as he laid comfortably on the couch. One leg over another, a single foot dancing left and right without any particular purpose. 

It was warming. Usually, he’d be bothering Chidori in some way or another, but he refrained from doing so today.  Instead, when he took a glimpse of Chidori’s shades of red, he knew that something was off. She was quiet in her approach, almost awkward.

There is something important on her mind, it seems. 

“Hi.” He initiates conversation when she comes in, though it may catch her off guard because his voice came out suddenly. 

When she asks for a bit of his time, he can’t help but wonder. Several theories and conjectures build upon his mind, but none would become a real thesis if he doesn’t hear what she has to say.

And Tenga starts to feel anxious. Just a little.

“Yeah. But you look nervous. Something wrong?”

[kagamiz]

Why are you smiling?

[musclehead-blog1]

ダンクミーム

[selfrighteousness]

“No way, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Besides, isn’t it better that way? I will help you instead with your problems.” Kidding as they are, she feels a little better when speaking up about topics that hurt. The wound is fresh in her heart and it aches every once and then, just not as strongly as before. “Kacchon and I… – It was very silly of me thinking it would work out but it’s fine! Giving up doesn’t mean I hate him so it’ll be fine… right?” There, she feels more confident now. Even her hands turn into fists and her face brightens, it’s nice to have a positive outlook in regard her unrequited feelings.

It’ll be fine, so long as he’s with her.

“I didn’t eat them!!”

“Tenga-kun…” She’s persistent and her voice sounds like a whine. Being accused so nonchalantly is unfair, leaving her uncertain whether she should defend herself or not. “I guess I feel a little hungry… but it wasn’t me, you saw I was in the shower and you’re always in the kitchen when I cook for us…!!”

[musclehead-blog1]

He doesn’t mind lending her a hand. It’s not like someone would suddenly expose his feelings in a completely unwanted manner or anything. Not here, at least. Hopefully. 

His confidence exceeded his sorrowful emotions, which are nothing otherworldly — but they’re just an itch within his heart. Tenga can deal with it and overcome it, one day. For now, pretending is his best, safest bet.

He gunpoints back at her, smugly. “I got you, tiger. You don’t have to act all humble now. I know the dirty bits, but my lips are sealed.” Maybe that would improve her mood much more, he’s crossing fingers mentally.

A worthy thing to mention: one of his guilty pleasures seemed to be annoying her with harmless topics, such as this. Her flustered reactions are cute, so how could he slip away the chance to witness them. Not saying that aloud, for obvious reasons. “Chidori, it’s fine. I’ll just buy some for the two of us later. I’m too lazy to leave right now.”

[musclehead-blog1]

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[selfrighteousness]

“W-what? Don’t be silly…!!”  Her hand moves dismissively, though it had to be a joke it didn’t stop her from feeling like this. Chest heavy, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She’s too nice of a girl to call him ugly or anything along the lines. Of course she needed to compliment him! “I’m not hiding anything, besides I can hide a crush way better…” Thus, her tongue was stuck out.

‘I like Kacchon,’ should be her immediate response but it’s a thought that fades. It’s not right, because somehow, she has been rejected. Every day, without notice; she strays further from that truth. Maybe for the worst or best, she isn’t sure anymore. Tenga trying to tease her with someone else is taken gratefully, despite the object of affection was him in this case. 

“You wouldn’t like it anyway, I’m a heavy girl…s-so, don’t wish that upon yourself.”

Because the selfish Chidori needed to move on, it didn’t mean letting go off Katsuhira and their bond – it was just, a different tomorrow and one were she wasn’t alone. Wounds heal, don’t they? Pain will be easier to handle, specially if evenly divided – so maybe, if shared along, it wouldn’t hurt that much. 

 The thought alone brings a soft smile on her face. So with Tenga around, it’s a first step. She can only wish for everyone else to be around – included Katsuhira, because they all were friends. She stops pushing him and laughs, moving right at his side.

 “Yeah, let’s go.”

[musclehead-blog1]

Now that he has managed to ease the mood considerably, he can consider himself privileged for slipping away with an incredible persuasion and charm. His shoulders drop calmy, body less tense. The joke seemed to be the cherry on the cake, seemingly managing to clog the previous incident with hilarious anecdotes of his own fool self.

 “Yeah, yeah. If you say so. Whatever, I’m joking — I told ya I’d help with your crush problems, didn’t I.” It’s just a friendly reminder, despite his heart starts to feels a little heavier and tighter at the mention. 

Regardless of his feelings, he drops a comforting smile as he reassuringly places his hand on her shoulder, patting it before taking the lead to the kitchen.

“I’m telling you, though... I’m not hungry anymore. I guess you just got hungry and want to hide the fact you ate them all.” He still can’t disregard that possibility, though his comical tone didn’t help him to be convincing.