remembrance.

ind. maki honoka

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yutamaki at it’s finest

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THAN KGO D FOR THE KIZNA FINALE HONESTLY!!!!!!!!!!!

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sweats so!! i’m gonna wait for the anime to end to actually do stuff here again but in the mean time! i’ll be on my ayano

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☂ ⋮ vainbrand.

@pridebrand ♥’d for a starter || starter call.

     “Honoka-chan, what a surprise! To think you actually agreed to be my lunch date for today!” Yuta grins as he juggles the menu between his hands, before finally offering it to her. Happy that he has managed to act smooth for once, he gives himself a mental pat on the back. 

     “Lunch is on me today, so order whatever you’d like.” His smile fades as he leans on the ball of his hand, but keeps a steady gaze directed at Maki. Suddenly, he finds himself speechless and unable to utter a single word. Averting his gaze (she is way too cute. That needs to be illegal.) from her, he decides upon letting his mouth run instead.

      “You’re alright now, right? With Ruru-chan and everything…” Yuta asks tentatively, as anxiousness bubbles and simmers, even, in his stomach. “I just want to make sure you’re happy, Honoka-chan! What Hisomu said to you the other day… I won’t stand for it. That guy is an asshole in every way, it pisses me off that he has the natural hot guy thing going on for him.” Realizing how he spits out so much (and even outright admitted his distaste for Hisomu) in only a few minutes, he reddens from his sudden outburst.

           Vaguely, she wonders, is her showing up truly a surprise? Even with her distant attitude to the other Kiznaivers, without fail, Honoka attends their meetings. While it isn’t a group outing this time, she has enough motivation and kindness in her to agree. When one attempts communication with her, it’s clear she won’t turn it down automatically ( even after fleeing from the others during the filming incident, she was still willing to answer their call ). Communication took effort, and while she does little of it herself, she won’t brush away someone’s hard work. 

    She merely hums in response as she takes the menu from him, gaze upon the plastic. He talks too much, and really, she wants to tell him to be quiet for a little while but, his worry is apparent so she won’t ( at least, not this time ). When his own spite comes out, fingers place the menu down upon the table as she sighs, head shaking. Honoka doesn’t even have to lift her gaze to know the boy is blushing with embarrassment. He’s much more easier to fluster than others would think, after all.

    ❝ I’m fine, ❞ she confirms, head nodding in a polite ‘thank you.’ “It sounds more like you’re angry over him being attractive despite his terrible personality. If others outside of our group found out about his personality, they wouldn’t stay too long so, you have the upper hand in that.” Attempt at comfort? Perhaps. “And about what he said… It’s in the past. Don’t bring it up anymore.”

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@vainbrand

           ❝ You saw the weather forecast, didn’t you? Couldn’t you have decided on a cooler day? ❞ 

    There’s tinges of annoyance in her voice, though, one could argue the emotion is directed at both of them. While she isn’t a social butterfly, Honoka is polite enough to actually attend a meeting when someone calls her out ( even if unwilling ). With how the sun beats down on them, it’s definitely an aspect of herself that she finds to be a nuisance. She saw the weather forecast as well, and yet here she stands, face to face with the boy and sweat upon her brow. 

    At least her clothes are light, despite their modesty. 

    With a sigh, her body is turning, only pausing in its step forward so she could lock gazes with the taller and gesture with her head to start moving. “You wanted to have my recommendations on books so, hurry up— I want to get out of the sun as quickly as possible.”

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@charusu

            ❝ Mmn... I don’t really want to go out, though... Besides, I’d rather stay indoors, considering the heat. ❞ Nose buried in a book as always, she pays little attention to the translucent girl looking over her shoulder ( a habit that seemed to carry into even the afterlife ). Truthfully though, she doesn’t truly understand Ruru’s desire to go out. They’ve both lived in this city all their lives— What have they not seen that she’s so eager to see?

    “You could ask the others... You’re staying over there, aren’t you? At Agata’s... They’ll be fine with going with you.” 

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@ofimmorality​

            Honoka could tolerate being around him when the others were present. Their noisiness made it difficult to concentrate on him ( that is, until he’d make himself the center of attention ) so, being in his company was bearable. Alone though? Gods, don’t get her started. Does he even have a filter when he talks? Definitely doesn’t seem like it. 

     ❝ Wh...? Of course it’ll hurt if you press your finger hard enough on a pencil it breaks skin. ❞ She pauses, gaze narrowing. “Don’t act as though you haven’t tried it before— A pencil is a common household object. I’m sure your ‘curiosity’ has lead you to do it.”

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☂ ⋮ singinghomo.

❝ After my day at work, I’m really feelin’ this whole, ❞ Gestures to all of her, ❝ Vibe thing you got goin’ on. ❞

             ❝ Sorry to disappoint but, this isn’t the product of a bad day. ❞ Nah, she’s not really sorry.  

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            ❝ Tch. ❞

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@gudonn

            Honestly, they’re both too awkward to be left on their own. And yet, here they are, charged with keeping watch on the group’s spoils from their shopping day while everyone else goes off to look around even more despite Honoka’s grumbles of wanting to go home. This is why, ladies and gentlemen, she was so reluctant on coming because this group is far too energetic for her though, she feels compelled to come anyway. 

    Curse obligations and that strange desire to be among them. 

   However, if she were to be left alone with someone, she wish it were someone else. Katsuhira was too quiet ( almost reminiscent of air ) and while she preferred the peace, in a noisy place such as a mall, it simply felt odd. She isn’t one to start conversations unless she seeks answers but, she’d rather him go find the rest instead of staying in her company. At least then they wouldn’t look tense to onlookers. 

    ❝ You didn’t have to stay, ❞ she says suddenly, gaze upon those passing by. “I’ll be fine on my own— Go find everyone else.”

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            For someone who seems to live with her nose in a book, it’s almost laughable for her to obtain a paper cut so easily. And yet here she is, finger bleeding, a collective hiss sounding around her. Ah, yes. The troubles of sharing wounds. She excuses herself from class quickly ( it’d be too troublesome to get blood splattered upon the textbook’s pages ), and if she said she was surprised to find someone else in the nurse’s office, she’d be lying. 

    Honoka has heard of this girl before. She doesn’t know her name but, honestly? She could care less. All she cares about is the nurse being out which means she has to tend to her own cut. Too bad she isn’t in the room as often as the blonde. And so, with a sigh, she turns her eyes upon her, finally acknowledging her presence ( except her tone could use more work ).

           ❝ You know where everything is, don’t you? Where are the bandages? ❞

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im gonna go to bed but feel free to ♥ for a small starter for tomorrow

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"Honoka-chan, have you considered wearing cat ears? I think they'd look cute on you."

            ❝ … Keep your fetishes away from me.❞

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☂ ⋮ charusu.

this is okay, she feels. amber hues never once stagger from their focus, her gaze almost bleeding into all the little details of the subject before her. to think that her existence now is unbeknownst to the woman adjacent from her was almost baffling, that no matter how heavy her gaze is on her, sharing eye contact for that brief moment was regarded as a simple pause in her life. a pause from the immersion she delved herself into, a pause from the fictional tales that she seemed to still keep a childish adoration for. ruru smiles, thinking that this is nice for now.

but she wonders if she’ll know. if she’ll ever realize that all the moments that she believed that she was gone, she was right by her side all along. it was something painfully bittersweet for ruru. on one hand, it gave the opportunity of moving on. to understand and accept the outcome. to heal. but ruru’s selfish, and she wants her to know that all the times she felt alone, her vanishing presence was by her side, for every second. she wanted her to know that she’ll always be there, but it’s all selfish and maki doesn’t deserve any of that. she doesn’t deserve ruru haunting her forever, whether it would be the knowledge that she exists ( technically not ) or that the memories will be stained in her mind forever. if she knew, she’ll never move on. if she knew, she could never forget about her.

so it’s almost revolting of how ruru is tapping her fingers against the desk, setting a messy rhythm with the audacity that could only be heard when absolute silence fills the air. and with just the two in there, the heavy quietness was almost suffocating. it caught her off guard when the bespectacled woman lifted her gaze away from the book and spoke a name that she thought she would never hear again. every logical, considerate non-existent bone in her non-existent body is screaming at her to resist a response, but when has ruru ever been those things ?

‘ ah, gee, maki. now you’ve gone crazy enough to talk to yourself ? hahaa… ’ her eyes cast downwards, with the confusion of wanting her to be ignored and the desire to speak with her again.

              Her brows are furrowed in expectation, and she wonders vaguely just how desperate was she, to hear Ruru’s voice again? She’s suppressed her emotions, honest she has, though when she recalls how kind the girl was, even after abandoning her, Honoka can’t help but feel a clench in her chest ( and she knows the others feels it too ). Her breath is caught in her throat, and she nearly turns around because, honestly, how foolish could she be? Ruru was gone. All those instances of hearing her was simply due to her crippling guilt and yet, she wished to see Ruru in the sweetness and kindness she so embodied during her time alive. 

   Though, when she hears her voice, the warm one that seemed to step out of her memories, Honoka wonders if this is a dream. Her prayers for a savior had been answered already and miracles don’t occur for someone already granted one. And yet, she feels hope, her feet that had been ready to propel her chair back around ceasing in their actions as Ruru appears before her, disappearing and reappearing as if she didn’t wish to be seen yet craved it all the same. 

    Lips that had been pursed fall open in shock, brows raised in utter surprise because surely, this was merely another figment of her imagination and god, god, did she miss her. The slope of her lips when confused and the way she wouldn’t meet her gaze when she was being indecisive— They’re habits she’s well acquainted to and for a moment, she refuses to think this could be the real Ruru but, it almost seems too like the girl to pull a stunt like haunting her ( literally this time, it seems ). With that thought in mind, Honoka lets out a scoff, and yet despite the sound, she smiles. It’s one of sadness and amusement with glints of pain within her dark irises. 

    ❝ And you’re doing something worrying like appearing as a ghost? Even in death, some things never change. ❞

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UR THEME !!! A ++++ HELLA MMMMM I LOVE THE GAYS

ur so gross pls stop? i CRY AT OUR GAY MATCHING AUTOPLAY BYE

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walls can be BROKEN, they can be knocked down— let out more power from yourself. they can be broken, they can be KNOCKED down... reveal your future with courage!

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            She sits at her desk, gaze preoccupied with yet another piece of literature. While she now has rather colorful people to fill the quiet of her life, Honoka always finds herself returning to words bound to a page, and while she may not seem as if she were the type, the worlds weaved together by another’s sentences always seems to entrance her. All that fills her ears is her own flip of the page ( something satisfying, seeing as she’s nearing this tale’s end ) and the gentle tapping she thinks she hears is but a mere figment of her imagination because she’s alone and she’s not tapping on the desk the way she does when she’s writing. 

    However, it fills the silence even as she reads, and she can’t help but feel a chill run down her spine. The sound resonates behind her, and with her being home alone, she knows it’s no one knocking upon her bedroom door. Though she should be afraid, the tension she feels relaxes because the air is warm and inviting and she knows this presence like the back of her hand. For a moment, memories fill her mind of herself sitting at this very desk and her sitting at the table that’s been long replaced by the new circular one. That spot has always been hers ( it’s why she asked to change it— the old one had her presence written all over it ). 

    It’s irrational, she knows, but something in her heart is telling her to look and see. The book is placed down, and with a deep and silent breath, Honoka turns her chair, gaze directly upon her space upon the floor. Her lips are pursed for a brief moment but soon enough, they part, her voice calling in a tone she feels she hasn’t used in association with her in ages.

    ❝ ... Ruru? ❞

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