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What is happening? I dare not enter into morgues anymore, I fear. Past experiences have taught me such.

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No cookies? His loss.

Minako had purchased some to celebrate her change of hairstyle - it seemed only right. And now she was quietly eating one, having apparently decided that if they were out, she might as well eat.

She was quiet for a long time, and it looked like she wasn’t going to say anything, but—

"It’s okay to talk a lot, Ueyama-kun. I honestly don’t know if I get a lot of what you said, but…even if we live a super short time compared to the universe, we still should do lots of stuff and change ourselves once in a while. We kinda have to, because we’re only here for a short time, and we might as well make the most of it, right? While we still can?”

Another bite of cookie.

"And I mean, I wanna look older because I’m short and look young and people don’t take me seriously because of it, so I fixed my hair so I look closer to how old I wanna look, and maybe then people will stop thinking I’m a dumb kid. But that’s just me…"

And then she smiled disarmingly.

"But thanks for saying my hair’s pretty. You’re the first to see it today, and that’s real nice of you to say that."

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Naoto smiled. Pleasant discourse. How intriguing.

"Change if you wish. The compulsion to change is an entirely human-made structure, reinforced by societal values and decades of philosophy, in itself an inherently wrong subject. This is coming from a sort of philosopher, mind you, for no human can comprehend the machinations of the universe."

And he was back to staring at her.

"Change does not matter. Making the most of a life, while it does not matter much, is, indeed, a nice way to live, though. I paint on occasion. Creative outlets are the only way to really distinguish yourself from anything else, are they not? Computers, machines can solve mathematical equations. Horses can pull a plow. But humans and humans alone are the only group of earth able to paint. I believe painting helps me grow ever closer to the stars."

He sighed.

"Though that, I am afraid, is getting off the subject, hmm? Engaging in a conversation such as this discredits any false notion of childishness. Though, I suppose I can understand why it would frustrate you, being mistaken for a child. Humanity has few allowances to those perceived as young and innocent."

An odd smile formed as Naoto appeared to relax more than ever.

"Discussion of mortality - and its inevitable end - one of them."

And he nodded, blinking a few times, surprised at her thankfulness.

"You are quite welcome, Ito-san."

His expression settled into surprised contentedness.

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Well, the word after “celestial” really confused the puppeteer. She should have paid more attention in literature, or grammar. Shoot, she was talking to an actual good student!

He’d probably think she was stupid if she asked what he was talking about…

Well, luckily the rest of his statements were easier to understand, and Minako straightened in her seat, smiling and nodding again.

"Yeah…I bet your head feels a little lighter too, doesn’t it, Ueyama-kun? The only problem is that you gotta get used to brushing your hair at a different length."

Indeed, she’d been thrown off a bit by the fact she wasn’t brushing hair alongside her head and above her shoulders anymore.

"…inconsequential pleasures, though…I dunno if haircuts count as that, but…"

"…eating cookies sure does!"

Minako, why are you talking about cookies? Naoto probably thinks you’re really dumb now.

"With haircuts, it’s got a consequence - you look older or younger, and people’s ideas about you change because of it, and you have to change your routine a little…But cookies are just pure pleasure and yum."

And - oh, that’s why she brought up cookies. Minako suddenly reached into her bag and pulled some out.

"Want one?

shslstargazer

He didn't seem to even hear her first comments. Of course, he did, he just made the decision not to react in any way. No, his head didn't feel lighter. He also wasn't one to brush his hair for very long - a simple comb through once or twice did the trick, then he put his hat on. Neither of her statements applied to him.

She then offered a bit of insight onto haircuts - younger, older. Naoto merely nodded slowly, waiting for his opportunity to speak.

"Younger, older... Does that truly matter?"

What are you talking about, boy?

"The oldest human being died at, what, one hundred ten years? One hundred fifteen? Meanwhile, the universe is billions, trillions of years old. While, of course, age does come into play when considering the actions of the old to the young, offering guidance and experience to offspring, for instance, how much can be said for other facets of age?"

He shifted again, straightening up a bit while his gaze started drifting slowly away from Minako.

"Age is immaterial. Haircut or no, a face is a face, stature is stature. All of which will one day reintegrate into the cosmos as nothing more than dust."

The boy then smiled, seeming to derive comfort from this.

"Ideas change with time. Appearance, obviously, changes with time as well. So does everything, correct? Thinking cosmically, I see no need to make such a change in the interest of appearing something different than you always had. What is a matter of weeks to the experience of a trillion or more years granted upon you by the universe? Every human has been endowed with a myriad of beautiful qualities - the fables of yesteryear depict people dying in search of eternal youth. On the topic of hair cutting, perhaps the difference in hair-brushing is the result of a lost soul, forced to bend to the corporeal will? Ahem. Of course, in the end, your choice is your choice and if anyone were to disrespect that, they would simply be wrong. Your hair looks quite lovely either way you have it styled, I am sure you are aware of that by now - and a soul can only wander so far before coming across home in any of its ethereal forms."

He paused. His gaze slowly turned to the cookie.

"Hmm. I am afraid I must pass - I am trying to be stricter on myself when it comes to food. I am a vegan. Do not misunderstand me, though, I am sure the cookies taste delicious."

Naoto chuckled once more, lifting his hat only long enough to smooth back his hair and replace it, adjusting it a bit before letting his arms rest.

"My sincerest apologies for speaking so much. I really must learn to control myself."

This time, he didn't chuckle, choosing instead to continue smiling cordially at the girl.

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…he didn’t notice?

"Ehhhh? Aw, no fair. And after I got all excited too…"

Sigh…oh well, it couldn’t be his fault. He didn’t seem to talk much that Minako’d noticed anyway; of course he wouldn’t notice her changing her hair.

"I took out my pigtails, Ueyama-kun! See?"

Minako shook her head gently, letting her hair swish a little, to illustrate her point.

…what’s that? You wanna know how she knew his name? Pffft, Minako knew everyone’s name! You had to know peoples’ names to be friends with them, and Minako wanted to be friends with everyone so…Hey, of course she paid attention to who answered which names in role-call.

"I think I look older now! What do you think, does it look good?"

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He let out a low chuckle, almost a humming from the boy as, for the first time since sitting, he shifted, appearing to loosen up just a bit.

"My deepest apologies, Ito-san. I wished not to subdue excitement."

The boy's smile stayed as she explained what was new. Her hair? Naoto had no idea that she'd changed her hair. He didn't notice most appearance changes, in fact. He figured he should at least say something like he noticed, but...

"Your hair looks nice. I am afraid I had not noticed before you told me - appearances are inconsequential; we are nothing short of celestial conglomerations of - "

He cut himself off, pausing for a moment before chuckling once more.

"My apologies, once more. This time for almost having sprung headfirst into a lecture. There is a time and a place for everything, this certainly being no time for talk of higher orders."

And Naoto turned around once more, facing the front of the room. He paused for a moment then decided to attempt to carry on the conversation. Poor Minako.

"If you might be wondering, I got a small trim myself the other day."

A single chuckle, nothing more than a 'hm' escaped the astrologist's throat before he turned, slowly, to Minako once more.

"Sometimes the inconsequential are the most pleasant to indulge in, would you not agree?"

Of course she would, Naoto thought! She'd been indulging the day before, right?

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Let it never said that Minako Ito was an ordinary, cliche high school girl.

She didn’t run down the hallway, yelling about how she’d be late. She didn’t cram a bit of toast in her mouth, and she didn’t make a huge scene in which she turned a corner and crashed into a bishonen.

Nope! Minako Ito, who had set her alarm for five-thirty in the morning, much to her neighbor’s chagrin, was there, bright and early for homeroom, casually writing her in diary before anyone else came in.

Well, until someone came in.

Minako set down her pen, her smile widening. Ah, she’d been hoping to show off her new hairstyle~!

"Goooood morning~!" she greeted her classmate. "Notice anything?"

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For once, Naoto found he wasn't the first in homeroom. Then again, he hadn't been one to pay attention to that. He had grown accustomed to sitting in the front corner, closest to the window, and immediately reading until classes started. And there he would sit. Maybe he would listen in on a conversation or two - no harm, no foul! - but mostly the boy kept to himself.

Perhaps a wayward bishounen in the anime of life?

No. Naoto hadn't watched television in quite some time now.

He walked in as usual, posture perfect as if supported by braces as he strolled to his desk, gait slow, stiff, yet reserved. He paused for a moment at the desk he claimed as his own, placing his backpack on top of it as he quickly slid into the chair.

And a girl called out to him.

He turned after a beat, greeting the girl with a warm smile and an unwavering stare.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, no. Unfortunately, the mere fact that you are asking me this question heralds a change to be announced, hm?"

A short pause as the boy only broke eye contact to look at the door for a second, then back at her. The rest of his body remained still.

"Please, explain. I am becoming awfully curious."

A slight upward twitch of his mouth gave way to... A smile a bit more than it was before.

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While swinging his legs underneath the table despite being more than tall enough for his feet to reach the ground, Ryosuke had placed his chin on his arms as he listened intently to the man before him speak. He wasn’t one who got nervous when making eye contact, so his stare was as steady as theirs and he didn’t break it for even a second. But the look in his own eyes was nothing more than one of curiosity, and while he did wonder why it seemed like the guy was keeping an eye on him, he didn’t question it.

His first thoughts on them involved figuring out what he’d meant by those words he said before shrugging. It sounded really cool, like he was quoting some sort of movie, but Ryosuke wasn’t sure if he was complimenting him or not. Not being quiet was a good thing? It was a relief to hear that, especially when it came from someone who sounded like they knew what they were talking about, so he grinned back. Naoto was really impressing him! Well, everyone impressed him in one way or another, but this guy fascinated him. He was all ears to listen to him talk about himself, and each little thing he was told made him like the guy even more.

"Huh! Now that I think about, you look nothing like a chef! You don’t even have an apron on! But doesn’t this mean you’re good at cooking and something else? You must be like a… Super High-school Level Person! Someone who can do everything!”

"W-Wait! What?! Food can kill me? But… I love food! Aw, man, I’m never eating again!"

Ryosuke sounded surprisingly serious despite the things he was saying. In fact, when you consider his nature, he just might go through with that promise. It wouldn’t be surprising to anyone that knew him well, honestly. He probably didn’t hear him mention the fact that he was talking about undercooked meat specifically, not everything that’s edible.

"Oh, that’s true… I guess I wasn’t really thinking when I said two hundred thousand! Ahah!"

"It’d be so cool if someone could do that though… Make and eat two hundred thousand stuffed peppers…”

Lost in his thoughts and still enthralled by the man’s cooking skills, his eyes followed their hands as if he was following his father’s movements on a field. He stopped briefly when he’d mentioned his mother, and found himself wondering about what his own mom would say about him if she was around. She probably would’ve yelled at him for eating all the chips on the shelves right after they bought them, but then again, it’s not like he knew her well enough to know how she’d react.

"Yeah! You are really different, in a good way! Like, you’re really cool! Not that other guys aren’t, but, still!"

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Naoto nodded slowly, smiling.

"I study divination through the stars. I am the Super High School Level Astrologist."

A short pause, then a quiet hum as he continued chopping, keeping a solid, marching beat, like a metronome.

"I cannot do everything, I am afraid. But if I put my mind to it, perhaps." He smiled, making eye contact with Ryosuke once more. "You could do the same," a short pause, Naoto waved the knife around a bit, "I could teach you some things. But not today."

He continued slicing, and merely chuckled when Ryosuke made his complaint about food.

"Undercooked meat can kill you. Vegetables, if not properly treated or washed, can also kill you, but that instance is much less common. It seems like your whole life you've been putting yourself in more relative danger than I - culinarily."

Naoto let out a creaky chuckle as he paused in his work.

"Two hundred thousand stuffed peppers would require a lot of work if I were to make them the quality I would a single one. Therein lies the beauty, I believe. Doing something once lets you focus your entire energy onto that one thing, whereas when you take on multiple tasks at once, you must divide your attention. Make things conform, you see."

He put the finishing touches onto his paltry meal and closed his eyes for a moment, content.

"Making something once is a masterpiece. Making something twice is manufacturing."

The astrologist stood up abruptly, the legs on his chair roughly scraping the floor as he rinsed his hands and began replacing ingredients from their respective locations around the kitchen.

i think im gonna make naoto closer to what his original concept was gonna be

aka a creepy motherfucker primarily inspired by the concept of hannibal lecter in a cult (^:

#bc HECK i did not show thta at all in doubt #Fandom Secret im really. really disappointed in the way i played naoto in doubt. like REALLY disappointed.#at least im doing a better job with ume!! hallelu #rereading his app tho.. DANG i wish i played naoto closer to what his app was

yes honda

#too lazy to copypaste the thing #yea

if ur applying to da4 tell me EVERYTHING

#doubt mention #im rly excited homies #if ur not apping das ok 2 #beliebe in urself

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Not Dead (OPEN!)

ouensuru

Ryosuke was never one to find himself in a kitchen. It wasn’t his least favourite place, since it’d be strange of the boy to have a least favourite of anything, but he steered clear of it because he knew himself well enough to know that he’d probably set something on fire by just standing next to it. Saying that he didn’t find that out from experience would just be a terrible lie. The reason he’d stepped into the room in the first place was a rather simple one. He had no other purpose to be in here other than to just see the it.

God, did he want to see it. He wanted to see what every single place in this building had in store. The kitchen was just one thing of many, but he’d pushed through the doors with as much excitement as he did when he ran into the gymnasium. Perhaps it was just the adrenaline that always seemed to fill every little part of his body, but he wanted to and was pretty much capable of taking a peek into every single room in this school. He was new here, after all. Checking out every square inch of the academy was only the first thing on his to-do list. Which, in fact, was growing by the minute after learning about all the activities he could do and facilities to use on just this floor alone. He’d probably complete it in about… now, how many years was it until he graduated?

Whatever the case, the boy was definitely eager to be here. Anyone would be after being personally invited to such a prestigious school, but it’d be hard to match his enthusiasm. It’d be unwise to match his enthusiasm. If you did, you might’ve been the one who tripped right over a crate of ingredients.

"K-Kh! Ow! I mean, hello!"

While he didn’t notice the object that made him fall onto his knees that were now surrounded by various plants and spices, Ryosuke did notice the man at the table. He may not have had hearing as well as they did, but he had super good vision to make up for it. He’d seen the back of the guy’s head while doing a quick look around as soon as he entered, and would’ve approached them even if they didn’t greet him.

"Ahah! So, you heard me? Well, I’ve been told I’m not very good at being quiet, so there’s that!"

"Naoto, huh? It’s a pleasure to meet you! My name’s Ryosuke! Ryosuke Shuuto! Are you like, a chef or something? That… whatever you’re making looks really good! I mean, I probably wouldn’t eat it since I don’t like vegetables but still! I would if I did!"

Somehow managing to say all of that in one go, he wiped his forehead as if he was out of breath— which probably was the case. Ryosuke talked a whole lot for someone who had lungs that could hardly handle a four hundred meter run. He was immediately relieved when the man offered him a seat, so he grinned at them while pulling out a chair.

"Yeah, I think that’d be for the best! I totally suck at cooking! I’d love to watch, though! Maybe I could learn something from you!”

"But why’re you only eating one? If they’re a treat you should make a lot! Like twenty! Fourty! Sixty! Two hundred! A thousand! Two hundred thousand!"

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Naoto let out a low chuckle, nodding slowly and smiling at the newcomer.

"Being quiet is not necessarily a virtue in itself - do not confuse things that way. It is true that one does need to be quiet at points in their life; however, one also needs to be louder than a gunshot at times."

He gently shrugged his shoulders, nodding and smiling. And staring. Naoto did that sometimes. Right into the boy's eyes. Almost as if he were looking for something. He chuckled at Ryosuke's comments.

"I am afraid I am no chef - I merely have knowledge of the culinary arts, and experience in their application. I, myself, choose to be as vegan as I possibly can be. Of course, I do not mind that you are not, but I do not cook meat. Perhaps it is for the best, acknowledging the fact that many meats, if undercooked, can kill. You would not want that, I would imagine."

He said this with a sort of relaxed apathy, glad as the boy took a seat. He chuckled again, dryly with a bit of a rumble. He continued slicing ingredients, placing them within the peppers as an artist would.

"Two hundred thousand stuffed peppers - my." A short pause. "Shuuto-san, I do not believe you are thinking through how much labor that would be! I am afraid I only have appetite enough for one."

Naoto looked up for only a moment to smile at the boy.

"My mother tells me I eat more like a housecat then a lion. Though it comes as no surprise, the realization that I differ somewhat from other boys my age."

He continued his task.

i still need 2 change up autoplay + icon but i havent cuz im Trash haha owned (^:

#ooc

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Not Dead (OPEN!)

Naoto Ueyama was the Super High School Level Astrologist, but since arriving to the school, he’d felt like a Super High School Level Outcast. Granted, he’d always felt that way. In fact, it had always simply been that way, but it didn’t take any of the sting away. Regardless, he knew he just… Had to get his mind off of things like that. Meet new people. Because life is about brand new starts, right? Brand new starts, wonderful things. And friends! He knew he was going to make friends.

Just… Not when.

So Naoto Ueyama had made his way to the kitchen, hoping that perhaps a hearty meal would give him a great way to start the day. By a hearty meal, he meant he was making a stuffed pepper. Aaand that’s it, just one. He was fully capable of doing more, but… Something small seemed appropriate! He had his ingredients all laid neatly before him on the table he sat at, slowly cutting away.

Fresh fruits and vegetables reminded Naoto of summertime, and stuffed peppers of happiness! A time of good fun, of spreading the word of his predictions and insight… Ah, yes. Wonderful. But the astrologist was not engrossed in his reverie too much. He heard someone’s footsteps approaching from behind. Without turning as he carefully double checked for his various spices, Naoto spoke up.

"Greetings. I heard your footsteps. I have been told I possess quite the keen ear."

The boy turned slowly with a dry chuckle, resting his clasped hands in his lap as he looked the newcomer in the eyes.

"My name is Naoto Ueyama. At the moment, I am preparing a meal for myself; however, if you would wish to partake, I am inclined to prepare you one - or more - as well. Stuffed peppers have always been a treat to me, you see."

He smiled, turning back to his ingredients, his actions seeming almost a bit planned in advance, like he was acting from a script.

"Take a seat, if you will. You need not assist me. In fact, it would be easier for both of us if I were to handle the preparation. If you particularly desire to assist, however, I will make no move to impede you."

#TH ERE IT IS #GOD BLESS AMERICA THE GAY MONSTROSITY THAT IS NAOTO UEYAMA IS BACK