未来

but would i have tried harder if i knew you were coming back? 　　　　　―don't be stupid. asahina hiyori. citta.

[miffycomics]

Hiyoriiiiiiiii

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[starspatter]

"I kinda hate summer."

Several days late, but Happy Birthday to Hiyori.

[23i2ko-deactivated20151124]

hiyo hiyo

[anokimochi]

[pipesindreamer]

                                           march 3rd, 2015                      absolutely adorable antics. happy birthday, hiyori asahina! [ 3/3 ]

[admiralble]

It seems like she was at least interested in conversing with her, so she couldn’t be too mad.

“I guess I haven’t been having the best day, but it’s not usually this bad.” Although almost quitting on her first day as admiral was pretty much worse than this.

[pipesindreamer]

So she wasn’t just stupid and clumsy. Hiyori took this fact in with a blank expression, frown so thin it might as well have been invisible.

She was still annoyed.

‘Maybe you should just go home.

‘Or get a good luck charm. You really need it.’

[fxruta]

[admiralble]

“Y-yes ma’am.” And she would go do it, spend what meager amount of money she had left to bring her a can of soda.

[pipesindreamer]

And with the tribute handed over, Hiyori would stare at the strange girl critically -- almost like she was weighing the options of throwing it right back in her face.

She doesn’t. She’s feeling merciful.

‘Are you always dumb and clumsy?’

‘Or does today just suck for you?’

[admiralble]

“W-wait? How is it that I owe you a soda now?”

[pipesindreamer]

‘You just ruined my dress. Are you stupid or something?’

‘I said right now.’

[admiralble]

pipesindreamer

“H-hey I understand that I spilled my drink on you but could you stop staring at me like I should just die?”

[pipesindreamer]

‘...’

‘Napkins. A soda. Now. Or I’ll scream.’

[pipesindreamer]

He’s staring at the fish in the tank so hard he might as well be frozen. She watches him for a couple moments, bored enough by everything else going on, but something about his face... 

Is kinda annoying.

She moves to stand next to him and crosses her arms.

'I don’t think you can marry fish.’

darekaimasuka

[nickyza008]

Happy Birthday HIYORI ! ♥

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While Hiyori battled the waves of animals in the house, he took his usual role as the quiet observer. Now that he wasn’t entirely focused on the cat whom, now that it had sauntered off with its peers, seemed more interested in resuming that nap than in the attention of the partygoers, he could give another look to the room as a whole.

A couple of members of the Dan had swapped places, trying to keep enough of the animals happy at once to prevent the party from getting (even more) out of hand. Most were resigned to the sudden increase in population and deciding to just enjoy all their many-legged friends for as long as they were around.

Purposefully, in contrast to the rest of the room, Hiyori made her way there and back, placing Tono in his care as soon as the last of the disgruntled animals had returned to a less agitated state. Before he could do much with the bunny, though, Hiyori was on the move again - this time indicating that she should follow and join her on the recently vacated couch.

He did so, heedful of her guidance about how to handle Tono. Bringing the two of them as close to eye-level as was possible for one average-sized rabbit and one taller android, he spent a little while simply staring at her without a word. Naturally, she didn’t break the quiet. Though, if she could, the mostly disinterested way in which she sat peaceably in his lap suggested that she likely wouldn’t.

He’d never seen her up-close before and, as the first rabbit he’d met, his interest was a little like a child finally being allowed to look at pets for adoption after asking their parents for long enough that the excitement had built up. Gingerly - remembering Hiyori’s mention of softness - he found that Tono was much softer than the cat he had pet earlier, if one could believe that things could be so soft.

Hiyori’s question, then, was met with an almost astonished look from the white-haired boy. “She’s soft… and cute. Both.” A little nod punctuated his words, before his thoughts changed to a different, but related topic. “You’ve pet Tono too, right?” One would probably assumed from her phrasing of the question that she had, but Konoha wanted to be sure. Trying not to disturb the rabbit too much, he offered to transfer Tono to her, if she wanted to experience all that fluffy goodness.

[pipesindreamer]

They agreed on something.

It was such an unusual change from how Hiyori normally acted: with Konoha’s admission that Tono was cute, the girl positively lit up, excitement thrumming in her veins as her eyes widened. She didn’t gasp, but she came pretty close -- and the smile that took over her expression was nearly blinding, bright and lively and everything a girl like her should be.

This was special.

Konoha was special.

‘... not yet,’ the girl said, some of the usual assertiveness in her voice lost as Konoha made his offer. The bunny once again changed hands, soft and pliable, and -- for a second, their fingers brushed. 

Hiyori bit her tongue to keep from screaming.

‘Y-yeah! Tono’s super soft, right? E... even though Shintaro-ojii-chan ignores her all the time, she’s really nice.’ Too loud for her own ears, she suddenly began to ramble, drawing the rabbit towards herself. Her eyes felt glued to the poor thing, and though the entire point was for her to pet her, she couldn’t move a muscle. She was still in shock. ‘I never got to ask -- but -- I-I think Momo-chan must take care of her! That’s the only explanation, right? You think so too, right?’

It didn’t matter if Konoha agreed, really. The brief nervousness that struck her slowly washed away, leaving unbelievable happiness in its wake. Konoha hadn’t even done anything... and yet...

This was seriously the best day ever. She couldn’t believe it.

‘... Konoha-san,’ she muttered next, finally mustering the courage to look at him from the corner of her eye. He was the same as always... and that was what made him so perfect. ‘You’ll -- someday, you’ll get to pet a million rabbits. And a billion cats. And a trillion other animals. No matter what!

‘I’ll make it happen.’

It was all a little dramatic for the promise of future animal interactions, and yet -- it was most Hiyori could do. She meant what she said and more: she’d make sure nothing stood in his way. He was too kind and too shy to get the things he wanted himself, which was why she’d champion whatever cause he had. She’d be there for him. No matter what.

... so it’d begin with animals. You had to start small.

‘So don’t worry about it. Okay?’

[anokimochi]

[pipesindreamer]

                                            march 3rd, 2015                             the sweetest glare. happy birthday, hiyori asahina! [ 2/3 ]

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“H-How do I—”

It’s like knives are cutting into him. Hiyori’s words are barbed spikes, made to create unpleasant wounds that twist and burrow and don’t quite heal properly. It’s too much for his fragile confidence and he just follows her in defeat.

(He wonders if the restaurant is upset about their soda fountain. It’s too late, now.)

Shintaro has a bad feeling in the pit of his wallet but he complies with her wishes as most everyone does, casting her a grumpy look before entering the store.

“What’s your plan, then?”

[pipesindreamer]

What’s her plan?

First step is looking at Shintaro like he’s stupid, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. Shuuya had called him the “resident genius,” at one point -- but that’s clearly not true.

‘Have you even ever gone shopping?’ she tells him, giving him a well-deserved kick to the shoe that says “mush.” She leads him forward into the unknown, and the moment they hit the clothing racks, she starts pulling things out. Suit jackets, graphic tees, and inexplicably, a shirt that says “Superstar (Rawr)” all get foisted on the annoying NEET.

‘You can pick something too, you know,’ she reminds him, and in the same breath, turning away --

‘It’s your funeral.’

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Sheena’s lips turned in a frown. What in Efreet did that mean? She didn’t have to lie? It sounded like Hiyori may be stuck in a situation where she had to do just that. Or was she afraid of the consequences? So far, Sheena saw that Hiyori seemed too blunt to act ‘fake’ in any way. 

If she was more perceptive or up-front, Sheena may have questioned Hiyori further about what she meant. Instead, she glanced from the girl’s half-eaten cake and then down the last bite of her chocolate mousse. Would she look like a pig if she ate that remaining bite instead of leaving it? …Oh, who cares. Sheena put that last spoonful of mousse in her mouth. She ran around this city for three hours trying to figure out where she was, she was allowed to indulge. 

Though she was unable to focus on savoring the chocolate flavor, caught a little off-guard by the other girl’s words. Scam people? Sheena may have done some horrible things—like volunteered to be an assassin—but cheating peo- 

Her eyes widened as she realized it and looked at the desserts Hiyori nodded to. Lie to get things for free…. Sheena reddened. She forgot; this entire thing was paid for because of a trick. And she just accepted. Clearly, she didn’t have the higher ground or even try to argue with Hiyori’s point. The spoon was set down with a small clatter and Sheena kept her thoughts to herself about Hiyori’s suggestion—unable to condemn or approve. 

“Oh, yes. Thank you,” Sheena replied, noticing Hiyori watching her. She scooted back her own chair and stood, brushing down the wrinkled edges of her top. “I believe so. But are you alright, too, like for when you go home later? Do you live with any… adults?” Not that Hiyori appeared to need any adult supervision—her apparent maturity was proof of that. Still, Sheena wasn’t comfortable with a kid being by herself, especially in this city. 

[pipesindreamer]

Having the question turned around on her was -- from the look on Hiyori’s face, it was pretty confusing. She narrowed her eyes, and she had half a mind to say what the woman was already thinking: she’d be fine on her own, thanks. But... Sheena had been nice to her, and misplaced concern wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to her here.

The girl looked away, scuffed her sandal against the floor.

‘I live with my family,’ she said simply, and that almost seemed like the end of that... but in a rare moment of talkativeness, she elaborated. ‘I’m the sensible one, you know. My nephews are really dumb. I dunno where they’d be without me.’ She wore this admission as a badge of pride, crossing her arms and giving a smug little hmph. But it made her point: no, she didn’t live with adults, but that didn’t matter. She was one of the only people who could really hold the fort down.

Compared to being there, getting home was a piece of cake.

‘We should try this again sometime.’ Now, Hiyori’s smile softened; she met Sheena’s gaze head-on, wearing a look that was finally fitting for someone like her. Open, friendly. Not the rude, self-centred little girl she’d turned out to be. ‘For fun. I like you.’

And so she moved in, closing the distance between them. It was fast, it was abrupt, and in the end, it was nothing at all -- she was just offering her hand for the woman to shake. Sheena was pretty. Sheena was nice. Sheena was a little too honest for her, the type of woman who had idealistic principles, but she was decent and stood up for herself. There weren’t many people like that.

She wasn’t annoying. And that, for Hiyori, was an amazing achievement.

‘Next time’s on you though, okay?’

[pipesindreamer]

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[pipesindreamer]

‘I dunno,’ Hiyori replies. ‘I was bored. I guess.’

But that’s not entirely true. She remembers that as she focuses on a shopping bag across the street, hanging uselessly from what used to be a stop sign. The torn metal and exposed edges should’ve cut through the plastic long ago, but still, it hangs on. It reminds her of somebody.

She doesn’t like it.

‘... I thought this kid I knew was stuck,’ she amends, sliding her fingers in the spaces between the bench’s slats. ‘He’s always really useless, so if I didn’t help him, he’d die. He’s annoying like that.’ Her mouth twists in what was supposed to be a frown, probably, but ends up as a smile instead. It’s an ironic slant of the mouth that says a lot of things. ‘But it was just my imagination.’

Except... not exactly, not entirely, once again. It was some type of illusion that pinned her there, first, but she hasn’t seen him in months; he’s disappeared on her before, and she knows exactly what that means. She knew it wasn’t him as soon as the stupid sound of flip-flops faded -- a sound quickly replaced by the grinding of metal, the screech of tension snapping as things fell apart.

She’d looked up and seen metal bars in the sky, and her knees, they’d locked in place.

‘I don’t think it really matters,’ Hiyori concludes, too casual for this kind of thing, like chasing ghosts is one of her hobbies. Then she sighs, roughly, and it starts to sound more like an obligation. ‘They’ll make it into this really big deal, but then tomorrow, it’ll all be back to normal. They’re just going to use it as an excuse to act real dramatic. It’s gross.’

Hiyori eyes Akane, like she expects her to do the same. But that placid smile on her face promises a valiant effort to act like everything’s normal. It’s probably a good thing she’s alone; with that kind of expression, she’d piss anybody off.

If they could stop fussing over how pretty she was. A dying flower.

‘... hey. You want to just keep sitting here?’

‘Or you want to go shake things up a little?’