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Someone who can't see the opponent standing right in front of him, can't defeat the opponent that lies beyond! [ private rp blog for iwaizumi hajime ]

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Hajime’s so caught up in brooding that it’s not until a shadow falls over him that he looks up and blinks, the sight of Fukuroudani’s ace – and the main source of his disappointment – greeting him. He gives a grudging nod, trying to school his features into something more presentable. It works… sort of. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks!” The agreement elicits a bright grin from Bokuto. Seating himself down, said Fukurodani ace paused briefly to stretch his legs. “I hope you don’t mind me being nosy and stuff, but you’re the ace of Aobajosai right? They told me that you’re a wing spiker too! It kinda sucks that we can’t play together today but if you’re cool with it, you wanna like do so once your shoulder heals? Like…I dunno maybe as a casual thing during the future break or something?”

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Hajime can’t help it; his own mouth quirks into a small half-smile of its own in response to Bokuto’s grin. The other boy is so obviously friendly it’s infectious, and at his words, Hajime immediately perks up, his back straightening imperceptibly.

“You wanna do that? Seriously?” he inquires, momentarily forgetting the stiffness in his shoulder as he turns to face Bokuto. A small pause, and then Hajime presses on, because why not. “I was really looking forwards to playing with you in particular, actually.” he freely admits. It’s not just the fact that Bokuto’s an ace; he’s one of the top in Japan, and really, it would just be nice to play against someone like that who isn’t Ushijima (fuckin’) Wakatoshi. Hurriedly shaking off thoughts of Shiratorizawa, Hajime lets another small grin light his face. “You’re one of nation’s top five, yeah?”

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fukuroukashi:

     If Iwaizumi had done this to him when they were still high school students, Akaashi would have been flustered from such a suggestive implication, but they were university students now, as well as closer friends. So thankfully, something like this barely fazed him. 

     His expression remained indifferent despite his face being inches away from Iwaizumi’s. If he didn’t have any decency in him, he would have actually kissed the ace to get back at him. But no, he wouldn’t do such a thing. However, the big difference before then and now was: a thought like this would have never crossed his mind in high school, but now, it did. That didn’t mean he wanted to do it, though. 

     “Wow, nice segue,” he commented blankly, devoid of any emotion, even sarcasm. “But I understand. Every word of it. I’m happy for you and the love of your life. And I’m glad I got to know more about her through your… unintentionally seductive but ineffective explanation.” 

     He glanced behind his shoulder to see the motorcycle still in one piece and looked back at the other male. He noticed that Iwaizumi had once again overpowered him physically, even though Akaashi was taller than him. What lacks in height makes up for in strength, I suppose, he thought absentmindedly. 

     “Shall we take our leave now? I don’t know if you’re cold because the alcohol in your system keeps you warm, but it is getting to me. And maybe for her too.” 

     Akaashi placed his hands on Iwaizumi’s shoulders and gently pushed him away, so they could finally start walking back to their respective dorms. He then held one of the handlebars of the motorcycle, looking down at its side stand. These things were usually kicked to make the vehicle off-balance again so he could start pushing it, right? He honestly had no idea how these things worked because he had never been interested in owning a vehicle so far.

As gentle as Akaashi is, Hajime still stumbles a little when he’s pushed off, and he grumbles as he leans against Akaashi once more, but only so he can kick at the side stand himself. Somehow, he exhibits enough coordination to kick it back with his first try; must be muscle memory.

“Yes, yes, let’s go. You wuss.” he adds petulantly, making his way around back to the other side of the bike. The remaining handlebar is grasped one bare hand, his other hand resting on the bike seat. As a chilly wind whips snow through their hair, Hajime glances down at his numb, cold, and reddened fingers, vaguely concerned but not caring enough to actually get out his gloves. He’ll probably regret it later, but for the moment he doesn’t care about that either.

Focusing is hard when it feels like he’s got two left feet, but limiting himself to being the pushing force behind his bike while Akaashi guides their actual route helps a little. Hajime alternates between staring at his kouhai and trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue without being seen.

“Hey, Akaashi. You’ve never taken a ride with me before, have you?”

Hajime doesn’t think he has, but it can’t hurt to make sure, especially since he can’t actually remember right now.

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seijohnoace:

Iwaizumi can’t help grinning a little at the honorific. He almost wants to tell Akaashi that it’s not necessary, but considering the other boy insisted on it even in texts, he doesn’t think the effort would be very fruitful.

“Thanks, Akaashi-kun, but I’m good.” He grins, purposely adding inflection to his own honorific. “I’m going to be busy for most of tomorrow, but I’m down for anything you’ve got planned for today.”  He shifts his duffel over his shoulder more securely, working the kinks out of his neck as he does. “Can we drop off my things at your place first though?”

Truth be told, he hopes Akaashi can wrangle some hours at the volleyball gym for them. He’s been wondering for a while now just how well he and the Fukuroudani setter would mesh on the court. Been anticipating it, even. It’s been so long since he’s had a setter other than Oikawa, he’s genuinely curious to see how he’d fare when paired with another.

     Akaashi couldn’t help but make a face at the way Iwaizumi uttered his name, because the setter was more used to the other saying his name without a honorific. It was also apparent that the ace was poking fun at his formal speech. He was tempted to call his senpai by his first name for a likely priceless reaction, but having been drilled manners and respect into his brain for half of his life didn’t make that easy.

     Instead, he chose the safer route. “Iwaizumi-san referring to me in that manner doesn’t suit him.” If one looked closely at his mouth, he was making his own equivalent of a smirk. “Well, we could have spent our time here for a while, but I’m up for anything that you’d like to do today. You’re the guest of honor, after all.” 

     And in case Iwaizumi didn’t have anything in mind, the setter could always suggest movies and such, since he did have a collection of his favorite movies, mostly compromised of horrific ones.

     “Ah. Of course. I hope you don’t mind quite a long walk from here, though. I can always bring some of your things for you…” He glanced at the other’s biceps and looked away, his eyebrows furrowed. “Or not. You look very capable.” He wasn’t jealous of Iwaizumi’s strength, not at all.

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Iwaizumi blinks, shifting his bag over his shoulder (and unconsciously flexing his arms as he does so) before he realises where Akaashi’s line of sight had been. “Oh! ...thanks?” He’s not often complimented this frankly, and whatever teasing remark he’d been about to say is forgotten as he lets Akaashi take the lead in direction. The station is busy with commuters, and Iwaizumi has to work a little to keep from hitting bypassers with his bulky duffel bag.

“Is there a gym we can go to?” he asks, falling into step beside the younger boy. At the thought of hitting a few spikes, a small grin lights his face. He hasn’t played volleyball at all this past week thanks to the increasing workload of the typical 3rd-year, and already he misses the court. “I mean, would you be up for some tosses?”

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Iwaizumi coughs uncomfortably. At the same time, he subtly moves his hand so that his body is half-covering the box of condoms he’s holding along with a new toothbrush and a six-pack of energy drinks. “Uh… sort of.” he half-lies, making a note to punch Oikawa tomorrow. Only Shittykawa would ask him to get condoms because Oikawa himself ran out. Iwaizumi quickly changes the subject. “How about you? What did your mom want?”

He is going to pretend he did not see anything. Besides, he may have forgotten what he saw tomorrow. Practice was tiring…

“…ah… she just needed some rice.” Indeed, rice is a necessity. He stiffles a yawn masterfully and blinks over. “Hn. Well, enjoy your.. fake energy, Iwaizumi-san.” He would never buy those things. Ever. The things they do to a body. He would not sleep for days right? He needs his sleep.

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“Hey, these things are lifesavers.” Iwaizumi protests in defense of his Lipovitan. He knows a judging tone when he hears one, however subtle. “You’ll understand once you’re a third year yourself. Hell, if you’ve got an older sibling, just ask them. I guarantee they’ll tell you the same thing.”

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The woman doesn’t seem to care that she’s woken him up from slumber. She continues in a sharp voice still in an irate tone, ignoring his question. “Do you know someone named Iwaizumi Hajime? Describe what he looks like, now.”

     When the woman mentioned Iwaizumi’s name, it was enough to fully wake Akaashi as he suddenly felt nervous at the question. Did something happen to the other male?

     “Yes, I do. Spiky hair, stern-faced, a volleyball player, almost 180 centimeters in height,” he replied as calmly as could despite feeling more and more worried as seconds ticked by. “I answered your question, now please answer why you’ve called me about Iwaizumi-san.”

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At Akaashi’s prompt (and very polite) response, the woman pauses. When she next speaks, she’s clearly relaxed a little, and the bite in her voice has lessened significantly.

“All right. Thank you. He came up to me and asked to use my phone, but I don’t know him, and you can’t be too careful these days, especially at this hour.”

There’s another pause as a muffled male voice says something in the background, with the woman responding haughtily, ‘Not quite, I’m almost done.” 

She addresses Akaashi again. “Is Iwaizumi-kun a delinquent?” she asks directly, without lowering her voice. In the background, the muffled noise sounds vaguely indignant. “Is he the sort to get into fights, yes or no.”

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//whispers i plan to be back on here very soon, currently doing an overhaul of.... everything really

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jumpshiine:

          Slowly there’s a casual tilt of the head. He wasn’t very savvy with medication. He simply grabbed what he could and stuffed it into the bag. Antibiotics would soon become difficult to come by and given how things were looking, it’d be a good idea to grabs as much as you could. That’s the logic he was told back at camp and in some cases, they were right. Who’s to say when you’ll need some ibuprofen. “Ce…fa…oh!” He hadn’t taken notice of the man’s wounded leg until now and it was more than enough explanation as to why he was here to begin with. “I-I’ll check…”

          His search through the bag doesn’t last long as he starts pulling out small boxes and bottles until he raises his head with a frown. “Is this…what you’re looking for?”

Iwaizumi’s hand taps impatiently against his blade as he waits for the kid; when he finally holds out the box, Iwaizumi nods. He supposes it is difficult to miss the ‘Cefalexin Capsules: 500mg’ emblazoned on the side.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Warily, he holds out his hand, indicating that the kid should toss it to him. He’s learnt the hard way not to get too close to strangers. As he does, Iwaizumi continues eyeing the bag, a little peevish at the kid’s apparent greed.

“What’s a kid like you need with that much medication?” he asks brusquely. Surely it can’t be all for himself. 

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formidable-roi:

The uneasiness in Oikawa’s body was soothed when he heard the click of the door. Now if his mother or father came home early they wouldn’t be able to see them in this predicament together. He was afraid of how they would react, Tooru didn’t want to think about it. Focus on the now.

“I guess.” Oikawa looked down at the cute pattern of the skirt, wiggling his hips to see it better. The fabric tickled at his thighs and it felt natural. He already had effeminate legs and they weren’t very hairy so it didn’t look weird on him.

“It just, I always liked it when my sister wore it. And I found it so I ended up trying it on.” He looked up at Hajime with half cast eyes and a pout on his lips.

“Does it not look cute on me Iwa-chan?”

Why did it matter if his friend liked it on him? Iwaizumi had no reason to like or dislike it, but a part of Tooru needed to know.

Hajime’s head had been gradually tilting to the right as he pondered Oikawa’s explanation, but he snaps back to himself at the question and Oikawa’s expression. What the hell is Tooru looking like that for? To Iwaizumi’s own confusion, he feels his face redden.

His eyes haven’t left Oikawa’s legs, his gaze fixed on toned muscles disappearing into flowing material. It’s not as if he hasn’t seen this much of Oikawa before; their volleyball shorts go up to mid-thigh as well, so Hajime has no idea where his sudden fascination comes from.

He wrenches his gaze back up to Oikawa’s eyes. “I-I dunno! Is it supposed to?” he shoots back, spluttering and extremely aware of the fact that he hadn’t said an outright ‘no’. Letting out a long huff of breath, he rests his back against the door and slides down until he’s seated, scratching the back of his neck self-consciously.

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deceptivescales:

“You think I-” Daishou cuts himself short, inhaling sharply. Being seen like this is disgraceful enough, he really didn’t need to humiliate himself even further by acting like an ill mannered asshole. “I know.” His voice is calmer when the Nohebi Captain finally spoke again, poking and prodding at tender skin in an assessing manner. “Thank you- I’ll be fine. Sorry. Didn’t mean to be rude. Do you happen to know where I could get my hands on some cloth and medical supplies?”

Considering how the other boy is holding Iwaizumi’s attention right now, the aborted hostility doesn’t escape him, and he half-raises an eyebrow before the other boy gets himself back under control.

“It’s all right.” Iwaizumi considers a moment, then slings his bag from his shoulders, unzipping it and beginning to rifle through the mess inside. He’s a bit of a packrat; always stuffing things he thinks he’ll need into his backpack and then forgetting to take them out.

“I’ve got a first aid kit, actually,” he says as his fingers brush past his lanyard, keys, cell phone, classic generation ipod, ace bandage, magnifying glass, velcro wallet, matches, ipod cable, a single sock, and a multitool. Finally, he pulls out the kit, unzipping it and pulling out an instant cold pack, one of his last ones.

Stepping forwards, he holds it out to the other boy. “Put that over your eye.” he instructs, turning back to pull out more supplies even as he keeps his hand held out. A small towel, antiseptic, some neosporin.

“Ice would be best, but that’ll do for now.”

Iwaizumi casts him a curious glance, asking bluntly. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

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fukuroukashi:

     Akaashi tinkered around with his phone’s apps, mainly the few horror puzzle games he had while waiting for Iwaizumi out of boredom. He would glance away from his phone every few minutes to watch out if his friend was looking for him. And right as he looked back on his phone, he heard Iwaizumi’s voice call out to him in midst of the busy background noise.

     The setter rose from his seat and bowed his head in greeting. “Hello, Iwaizumi-san. It’s nice to see you again.” He blinked a few times at the other’s comment as his fingers brushed through his curly locks. They definitely felt longer, but his hair was always the least of his priorities. “Is that so? Haven’t paid that much attention to it because I had been busy. Ah, would you like me to order something for you? It must have been quite a tiring trip for you.”

     He already had a couple of questions to get a lengthy conversation between them going similar in their usual conversations through text messaging, but genuine hospitality was the first in his list things to do for Iwaizumi’s visit.

Iwaizumi can’t help grinning a little at the honorific. He almost wants to tell Akaashi that it’s not necessary, but considering the other boy insisted on it even in texts, he doesn’t think the effort would be very fruitful.

“Thanks, Akaashi-kun, but I’m good.” He grins, purposely adding inflection to his own honorific. “I’m going to be busy for most of tomorrow, but I’m down for anything you’ve got planned for today.”  He shifts his duffel over his shoulder more securely, working the kinks out of his neck as he does. “Can we drop off my things at your place first though?”

Truth be told, he hopes Akaashi can wrangle some hours at the volleyball gym for them. He’s been wondering for a while now just how well he and the Fukuroudani setter would mesh on the court. Been anticipating it, even. It’s been so long since he’s had a setter other than Oikawa, he’s genuinely curious to see how he’d fare when paired with another.

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fukuroukashi:

     Akaashi’s eyes widened when he was suddenly yanked down at Iwaizumi’s level. He narrowed his eyes at the motorcycle his senpai adored. The vehicle looked impressive indeed, but it lost quite of its charm since it was complimented by an inebriated Iwaizumi Hajime, the supposed mighty and proud ace of the team. His drunk personality was a complete 360 in contrast to his default. And for the setter, it was both annoying and amusing to watch.

     He sighed at Iwaizumi’s desperation for the motorcycle as if it was his significant other or something. Figuring he had no choice, he proceeded to throw an arm over the other’s shoulder. He could smell the alcohol from his senpai’s breath; certainly not a pleasant experience for someone who wasn’t fond of the beverage.

     “If you love your motorcycle so much, then why don’t you just marry it? Almost anything’s possible in Japan,” Akaashi retorted as they walked over towards the said vehicle. He then almost reached out towards the left hand grip of the motorcycle, but he had a feeling that Iwaizumi would bite his hand off if he ever touched it without his permission. 

     “I’d advise to let me bring the motorcycle while we walk to your dorm. You don’t want anything to happen to it in your current state, right?” He rolled his eyes when he thought about his next statement. “I’m doing what’s best for you and the love of your life.”

He leans heavily against Akaashi, one arm wrapping warmly around his kouhai’s waist and distributing his weight so the other boy doesn’t have to completely carry him. Still, he makes faces at Akaashi’s words as they trudge towards their destination.

“You’re making fun of me, I can tell.” he scowls darkly, trying to pinch Akaashi through his coat. They stop in front of the bike, and almost immediately Hajime’s ire is forgotten as he sighs again and runs his hands along the seat.

“But she is the love of my life, Akaashi. You don’t get it.” he says earnestly. He tilts his head, thinking. Then, on a whim, Hajime pushes the setter in front of him, shoving hard enough that Akaashi’s weight is braced against the side of the bike. It’s a heavy machine, and it barely shifts. One hand covers the back of Akaashi’s own; Hajime’s fingers squeeze, the pressure pressing Akaashi’s palm against the seat of the motorbike.

“Think about it.” he says slowly, his voice low and rough. “Smooth, supple leather pressed against your thighs.”

Hajime crowds against the taller boy, placing his hands on either side of Akaashi as he leans forwards. “Firm handlebars gripped between your fingers... responding to your every touch. ”

He’s inches away from Akaashi’s face now, mist ghosting up from his parted lips as his warm breath meets chilly air. Hajime breathes out, “Think about the purr of a five-hundred-thirty-cc engine as it vibrates between your legs.”

He finally stops, just looking up at Akaashi and smirking. He’s still feeling rather lightheaded. “Get it now?”

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pop quiz u guys guess who deleted their entire tumblr account by accident

hint: me

it’s me

edit: words can’t convey just how disappointed i am in myself rn like remember that scene in fight club with edward norton punching himself in the face THAT’S ME

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meanwhile:

the wheel of self-indulgence continues to spin merrily along… Off The Rails -the epic saga of Bokuto, Akaashi, Oikawa and Iwaizumi all falling in terrible weird love with each other- continues!

read from the start \ < previous comic

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fukuroukashi:

     Once Iwaizumi sent him a text that he already left the Miyagi Prefecture, Akaashi estimated his time of travel, so he wouldn’t wait too long for the other in the nearest cafe to the Tokyo Station. 

     He arrived ten minutes before the assumed time of arrival, since he hadn’t received a text from Iwaizumi yet. He sat in the outdoor seats, gazing at the busy and lively district until his phone vibrated. 

     He could escort him to this cafe, but it wasn’t that hard to find it for it was the first thing anyone would see exiting the train station. Besides, he made sure he was going to be seen by seating outside.

     [ Text ]: I’m outside of Tokyo Station      [ Text ]: Outside of a cafe. Or more like      [ Text ]: The first cafe you’ll see.

[text; 14:31]: got it. i’ll be there in five mins [text; 14:33]: actually make that ten [text; 14:37]: make that fifteen what the shit did u pick the third furthest entrance away on purpose or

It takes a while for him to navigate the bustling station with its many entrances, transfer lines, and exits, but at least there are maps of the surrounding areas to consult. Fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds from his first text later finds Iwaizumi approaching the cafe that Akaashi mentioned.

It’s been a while since he’s seen the other boy, and it’s not as if they’re in the habit of sending each other photos. Iwaizumi scans the cafe-goers for a bit before his gaze finds who he’s looking for. Before long, he’s striding over, raising a hand by way of greeting.

“Yo.” He casts a wry glance down at the Fukuroudani setter. “Your hair’s gotten longer.”

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fukuroukashi:

     Akaashi sighed, finding the argument ridiculous. “Except babies generally drink more milk than water, but I digress.” 

     There was no use in arguing with a drunk person, let alone a drunk friend. Trust Iwaizumi to be the person who cared more about his motorbike than himself. 

     And speaking of his motorbike, Akaashi couldn’t recall ever riding in one for he knew no one with the vehicle, except his senpai so far. If only the other wasn’t drunk, he would have had finally experienced what it was like to fly on the ground. Well, there was always next time.

     Despite Iwaizumi’s point, he still bought a water bottle from the counter that Akaashi planned on forcing the other to drink down, whether his friend would be compliant or not.

     The bartender told Akaashi that Iwaizumi was lucky to have a friend like him, and that they take care of themselves on their way home. Akaashi’s lips parted into a smile and expressed gratitude to the older male, but his expression became sour the moment his senpai called his name obnoxiously for the second time that night.

     Instead of telling Iwaizumi that he was opening it the wrong way, he pulled it open with an annoyed look across his features. “After you, Iwaizumi-san,” he said in mock politeness. “Do watch your step if you don’t want to fall flat on your face.”

The edge of the door almost breaks his face in half as Akaashi pulls it (okay, that was clever, the motherfucker), but it’s all right, because he manages to get out of the way in time. Hajime still scowls, though; his kouhai is a cheeky bastard. It’s not the first time he’s made this revelation, but it does always seem to hit him harder when he’s not in full control of his faculties for some reason.

“If I’m falling, you’re going down with me.” he drawls, stepping out into the cold. It’s a mark of just how much alcohol he’d ingested into his body when the icy wind against his face doesn't sober him up even one bit. Several meters away, his black and silver Yamaha T-Max sat glinting, light from a streetlamp flashing off red accents.

Hajime makes a long, appreciative noise in his throat. He reaches back, tugging Akaashi forwards by-- whatever he had grabbed of his kouhai. His scarf? His collar? Same thing, for all intents and purposes.

Hajime yanks him down to his own level, turning his head slightly to murmur against Akaashi’s ear, not taking his eyes off the bike. “Look at her,” he breathes, gesturing. “Isn’t she beautiful. What a marvel of man. What a glorious machine.”

He takes an step forwards. A devious patch of ice that he’s sure wasn’t there a second ago makes him yelp and almost fall. Hajime turns to Akaashi immediately. “Help me,” he says urgently. “Help me get to her.” He jerks his head over to his beloved motorbike, imploring. “Look at her, Akaashi! In the cold and all alone! I can’t leave her alone like this, she needs me.”

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Hajime is not a scaredy-cat. He isn’t afraid of the night, he isn’t afraid of the woods, and he’s not afraid of walking home alone. He isn’t afraid of any of those things... except perhaps when all of them gang up on him at the same time.

By the time he finds his way from the trees (and the path he took feels much longer than it usually does), it’s late in the evening, far past his dinnertime and his curfew. He’d started running during the last stretch out of the woods, a sense of panic taking over his limbs and convincing him he’s being followed, somehow. He’d tossed his butterfly net and his arms and legs are scratched and bleeding from scrambling without care through bushes and bramble. Even the streetlamp lights seem unfamiliar tonight, the light pale yellow and haunting instead of warm and friendly.

He’s got his keys out by the time he dashes up to his front door, just wanting to be back in his home and in the warm comfort of his bed. His scratches and cuts hurt, his legs are sore, and the anxiety that’s been rising steadily within him ever since he left the path in the forest hasn’t subsided, not by a long shot.

“Come on,” he mutters, jiggling the key in the lock furiously. It won’t go in for some reason, and Hajime is growing desperate. Dropping the key, he finds several heavy pebbles and a couple of rocks, and begins throwing them at the window. His mother will just have to forgive him for breaking the glass; all Hajime wants to be is home, not out here in the dark, alone and, just a little scared.