CHAPTER FIVE - (AB) NORMAL DAYS | ft. hirashi and yasu
| Fumio Yasu |
After shoving the weed in the stoner’s direction, he allowed himself to go ahead and take a breather, to ponder on everything that has happened up to this point.
He gradually started to question on how much time until he was the one to fall victim to Monokuma’s pushes, wondering if it was nearing. Perhaps it wasn’t! Maybe it did. But one thing for certain, there was a chance that he’d be picked to be the unlucky person to die.
…He didn’t want to die. Shaking his head, he hummed to himself for a bit, before snapping his fingers together. Ding! An idea.
Taking out his ID card, he checked the maps to make sure he was remembering it correctly, before wandering along to a certain person’s dorm, standing in front of their door.
…Okay, he shouldn’t knock. No wait. Wait! He quickly absconded to his room to get some paper and pen and write a note, going back and sliding the note underneath the door. This plan is terrible. You’re a goddamn Engineer. God dammit.
In a red pen, the note reads:
“Hey! Hira-kun! Yo! I didn’t think knocking would be a good idea, so I slid a note down under the door. Would you like to go on a date? I’ve never been on one, and you’re the only one that I trust so…! Knock on my door if you accept! If you don’t, feel free to rip this paper up.
-Fumio Yasu ★ ”
| Hirashi Abe |
Hirashi, for his part, had been staring at the door joining his and Aimé’s rooms. As they had decided, it remained open, but he wasn’t sure the implications there. Should he check on him? He was… Really upset at the trial.
He pondered what to do, allowing his mind to wander after a while. In short, he was worried. Should he be scared of dying? He wasn’t in the past- then, dying seemed like a way out. Well, not in that phrasing. It was like falling asleep, he’d figured. But now, now that he could be murdered, it was different. He didn’t want to die at the hands of these people, alone in space. That was cold and cruel and… He wanted something more.
He’d been pacing, muttering to himself and trying to figure out his options. One, he died, or two, he somehow escaped. He wasn’t sure he wanted either. Sure, escaping would be good and he could go home, but— What was that?
Attention caught by a piece of paper sliding under his door, Hirashi stops thinking Deep Thoughts, leaning over to pick it up and read it.
Okay, Hirashi, calm down.
In a complete, abrupt moodswing, he couldn’t stop giggling. Not that he’d tell anyone that, of course, but it’s the truth. He knew that he shouldn’t be trusting people, shouldn’t be feeling positively towards people, that that’s how bad things happened to him, but… He couldn’t help it.
Sliding the note into his pocket, he wondered if this was an elaborate plot to murder him. Would Yasu do that? He figured no, he wouldn’t. They were… Yeah.
After waiting for what he felt was an adequate amount of time (and, applying more coverup to that stubborn bruise), he set out, anxiously checking his map. Okay. Okay.
He stopped outside Yasu’s door, feeling nervousness kick in. He checked the note again, reading and rereading, before finally knocking in a pattern. [……-.. .-.. —-]
| Fumio Yasu |
The knock was surprisingly unexpected to a degree, making him jump up in place. His notebook fell out of his hands, making him stumble to catch it, successfully catching it at the third stumble. With a sigh, he placed the notebook on his desk, and walked over to the door and opened it.
"Ah! Hi Hira-kun!" Typical greeting response. "So. Uh. You accepted the…date. Yeah?" Just to make sure.
He couldn’t quite understand why he was suddenly a bit nervous. How strange. Maybe it’s because a date would consist of wandering around this confined place together, and that would possibly be boring. Well. He thought that would be a good date idea.
| Hirashi Abe |
In the time it took from the time he knocked to the time Yasu responded, Hirashi felt even more nervous. Perhaps he wasn’t meant to take it seriously?
This theory was further planted into his mind at Yasu’s response, though he gave a shy smile anyway. “Ah~. Yeah. I- I hope that’s okay,” he rocked back and forth on his feet for a moment, thumbs resting in his pockets. Casual, yes. Look casual.
"I didn’t really, uh, bring anything or stuff like that. Yeah. I hope that’s okay and that I’m not overthinking this." Wait, what? Slapping a hand over his mouth, he glanced to the side, swallowing hard.
This was going well.
After a moment, he lowered his hand, laughing lightly. “S-So, uh. Any ideas for what we’ll do?” Shame they weren’t on Earth. There was so much more to do there.
| Fumio Yasu |
A smile appeared on Yasu’s face, as he clapped his hands together. Well he’ll go with this! The opportunity is now present at his feet, might as well go ahead and go on a date before he dies.
"That’s perfectly fine!"
He paused at the next response after that, clicking his tongue as he wondered on if he should have brought something. Should he? Damn. Was that something that was on dates? This was already going ‘great’.
"Hmm…Well things are surely limited within this place. I suppose we can take a nice walk around the place and see what we’re possibly going to do!" Great job!
Yes, so much more to do there. ;^) Such a shame now…
| Hirashi Abe |
Well, that was good. He beamed, reaching up to absently brush his bangs out of his face. YOLO. We could die at any moment, what’s to lose?
He folded his hands together in front of his chest, before dropping them again. He couldn’t seem to stay still, apparently.
"Yeah, that works! Maybe we can, like, I don’t know, check out the greenhouse or… Yeah. Whatever you want to do, really, I’m fine with anything." Which, he was. Just spending time with him was good enough. Not that anyone needed to know that.
"So, um… Shall we?"
Such a shame… :’^ (
| Fumio Yasu |
Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young! Possibly. I just wanted to quote that song at least once.
"Greenhouse seems cool! I’ve only been there during investigation…maybe this time I could get to enjoy the flowers and plants…" He trailed off, spacing out in front of himself before his attention is grabbed by the neck of it from the response after that.
He nods his head, stepping outside of his room with a content hum. Then he turns around on the heels of his shoe towards the door to close it, before turning back and having his heels now flat on the floor. Whoa there, don’t become one of those digimon toy top things that I forgot the name to. Bayblade thingies? Bah, who cares.
"Let’s go!" He now proceeds to walk slowly for the other to catch up, before picking his pace up to a casual speed.
:’^(
| Hirashi Abe |
God bless.
"Ah, I don’t think I’ve ever investigated there. I bet it’s nice, though.." Maybe it would remind him of home. If only there was a room where it snowed. Hirashi would live in there. Boy loves snow.
Boy, do I love snow. Sometimes, when I’m home alone, I like to-
I’m stopping there.
He steps back a little, giving Yasu room for his Cool Spins, smirking to himself. Well, that was adorable. When Yasu started walking, Hirashi attempted to keep pace, not watching the space in front of him, too busy trying to see if Yasu would talk. He wasn’t going to miss anything. He then decided watching the side of his face was harder than what it was worth, and shifted to walk backwards in front of him. Let’s hope he doesn’t walk into anything.
"So… Ah… You’ve never been on a date before?" There was a curious tilt to his head. In all honesty, he figured Yasu was lying or something. He wasn’t so much of a friendless dork as Hirashi, so it didn’t really… Make sense. Hirashi, don’t be rude. This is exactly why you have no friends.
| Fumio Yasu |
"It smells nice!" That’s because he nyoomed in the place and came out as fast as he could. Gotta go fast!
Memes are rising…resist the meme…
His gaze followed the other as he walked, now staring at him with a curious look on his face. And then he looked down at the floor at the question for a few moments, before glancing back up and respond.
"Yes…I wasn’t much of a person to go ahead and try for romantic stuff!" Liar. "I’ve never really got a chance to go on a date with someone I really liked, so…"
Mainly because /they/ shot down the idea. "But…I guess I can I can go on a date with someone I like now."
Even though Yasu did have friends, oh joys, his romantic life was rather at a halt. Hand holding was the farthest he’s gone with a person, and that person…
…What an unpleasant memory.
"Have you been on a date before, Hira-kun?"
| Hirashi Abe |
Went too fast, Yasu…… Went too fast……
Following Yasu’s gaze, he brought his head back to a normal position to watch him talk, nodding a little when he deemed it appropriate.
At the phrase ‘someone I like’, Hirashi’s eyes widened ever so slightly. He wouldn’t let himself think Yasu was talking about him, but… Hey, he’d be lying if he said that wouldn’t be great.
At the question, he paled a little, frowning. He sure has.
"Well, uh, yeah. A lot, actually. We, er, we dated for… Almost three years. So." He coughed, glancing at his feet. He didn’t want to think about him, not now.
Looking back up, he flashed a watery grin, laughing slightly in an attempt to bring his mood up.
"But, hey, that’s in the past. Dates are fun, though, I promise you. Ehe." He then looked at his feet, fingerspelling to himself. [D-O-N-T-F-U-C-K-U-P]
| Fumio Yasu |
At the coughing and how the other looked to the ground, he somewhat nervously bit on his lower lip, glancing over to the side. Well that was somewhat not good. Good job Yasu! Any moment now, and you’re going to be punched in the face and cue another one of those pesky confessions scenes. How fun!
He tilts his head over to the side as the slight laughter, blinking a few times with curiosity hinting in his expression. What’s funny? Did he look bad? He casually somewhat dusts off his clothing with one hand to make sure.
He stops midway at the other’s statement, blankly staring at the other before smiling. "I hope they’re fun! If only the place was back on Earth…" Ah. He just made himself homesick. God did he miss the rural town he lived in. He missed the workshop and his brother. God damn.
He shook his head. Go away thoughts. Shoo. "But oh well. So! Hhhhhhhow have you been."
He was about to ask about the weather but he managed to catch himself before he could do that. His face goes slightly red with embarrassment. Dammit. Don’t worry Hirashi, Yasu is going to fuck up first!
[6/10/2014 7:49:52 PM] will/elysium [rhythm/fumio yasu/seung jae-hwa]: ‘hows the weather, hira-kun!’
'yasu wtf we're in space'
'(sweats nervously) um' )) i wanted t o keep that come on
| Hirashi Abe |
Pesky confession scenes? Oh, no.
Hirashi lifted a hand to his mouth, grinning from behind it, nodding at Yasu’s words. “I mean, if we were on Earth, there would be so much we could do! Ah~. Oh, well. It’ll happen soon enough, right?” An optimistic expression flashed across his face, willing himself to believe that. They weren’t going to die here. They wouldn’t.
Hirashi doesn’t feel homesick for his family so much as his… Life. He was used to that. Patterns were good. His routine made sense. Then this had to happen.
"How I’ve been? Uh… Okay, I guess, yeah. I think I’ve been too emotional for my own good, but, oh well. I guess that can’t be helped." Reaching up, he adjusted his hairbow, then seemed to remember something and gave a short little snort of a laugh. "Oh my god. Have you been to the monomachine? I haven’t gotten anything interesting, but apparently there’s body pillows of everyone? Pff." Hirashi, sweetie, don’t talk about the pillow of your naked friend resting under your bed.
| Fumio Yasu |
"…" That optimism…he had no choice but to mimic it back. Seeing smiles on the faces of people he liked was nice, and he didn’t want to ruin that.
"Mhm! I’m sure we’ll be able to get back home. I’ll make sure of it."
A sigh of relief came out of his mouth, thanking himself for not saying ‘so how’s the weather?’. "Ahh. Is that so…"
Oh God. He glanced away once while blinking, looking back at Hirashi. The momomachine. Thanks machine! Thanks for the weed! Thanks!
"A…Ah. I have! I…managed to get a really cool rubix cubes that are bonded…together… that I finished solving in 25 minutes after messing it up…" Clapping his hands together lightly, he smiled at saying his own accomplishment. He then proceeded to trail off, raising an eyebrow at…’body pillow’. What was that. That’s kind of creepy sounding. “…Body…pillow?” He tilts his head over to the side, blinking a few times with a slight bit of…confusion.
You’re thinking of something else, Yasu. Body PILLOWS, not body BAGS. Get your mind out of the depths of the morgue.
"I haven’t gotten one of those…but I did get boxers…" With the hideous text on the tag in… comic sans. Why. Why…
| Hirashi Abe |
He beamed, nodding. “Of course! Then we can go on dates and stuff. I-I mean, if you want to.” Yes, smooth.
Yasu’s comment about the rubix cube… thing… Made him feel rather stupid. He’d never understood those things, or computers or anything. They just didn’t make sense. He smiled anyway, because Yasu’s enthusiasm was cute, and well. Yeah.
"Body pillows! You know, those things that creepy otaku carry around of their favourite characters? Apparently there’s some of, like. Us. Which is a little creepy, I guess, but mostly funny. Ahaha." And, I mean, apparently Ginji might give Hirashi the Yasu body pillow, so. Yeah.
"You got boxers? Holy shit." He laughed then, his stupid weird wheezy laugh that was probably more strange than cute. Oh, well. Not that he noticed.
He then realized what they were talking about and tried to steer the conversation in a more interesting direction. Hirashi, dear, you were the one that brought it up.
"S-So, um… Uh." Shit, what do you talk about? Well, if you don’t have anything to talk about, do something distracting.
With that, he gently grabbed both of Yasu’s hands, swinging them a little as they walked. He looked up to Yasu’s face, hoping that that was an okay thing to do and he wasn’t just embarrassing himself further.
| Fumio Yasu |
His smile turned into a sheepish grin, as he folded his hands behind himself while walking. His face grew slightly redder, glancing away for a moment before looking back on Hirashi again. “I’d like to go on dates and stuff with you, Hira-kun! I’d want to!”
Rubix cubes were one of Yasu’s favorite things. He’d play with one all the time when he was younger, and mostly lost them since he got distracted very easily with things. Hence why [REDACTED] happened and then he [REDACTED].
“…That’s creepy…” Why would the bear even do this. What was the purpose for body pillows. He’d be looking at one with the upmost distain (unless it was Hirashi) and perhaps even a sneer on his face. “I guess it could be funny! “ Maybe. Maybe not.
Ah yes, the Yasu body pillow. I’m coloring the picture in as we speak. Or rather, type.
He chuckled at the other’s laughter, unfolding his hands to go ahead and slightly cover his mouth as a habit, before going ahead and letting them drop to his sides. “Yeah! Boxers. I don’t know who’d want these, but heh-“
At the sudden hand holding he immediately closes his mouth, blinking a few times before his fingers curls a bit at the hand holding, smiling. Hand holding was good, yes. His attention was now on the movement of the hands swinging just a bit, his eyes just following the motion before shaking his head and looking back up at Hirashi.
“…So…! Did you get any other items other than some body pillow?” Good job Yasu! Nice save! Not really.
| Hirashi Abe |
His own cheeks reddened, and he blinked a few times before grinning. “Y-you would? Really? I, ehe, I think I’d like that, yes.”
Hirashi much preferred making lists and organizing things. It seemed like a stupid hobby, but, hey, he was good at it.
"Ahaha, yeah. I’d kinda like to see how accurate mine is, though. I mean, like, to me. I can’t tell if it would be worse if it was or wasn’t." Calm your narcissism.
The Yasu body pillow is beautiful. I’m in awe. God bless.
He, now, couldn’t stop his smile, trying to stifle his laughter at the comment about boxers by leaning into his shoulder, which didn’t really work. Oh, well.
He looked up again, feeling almost giddy. Moments like this were almost enough to forget the imminent threat of murder hanging over their heads. This made things seem normal, as if they weren’t locked in a space station like some bad sci-fi movie.
"Did I? Ah, I got some but they’re all stupid. I even got, like, earphones. For plugging into stuff. Like. Seriously. What am I going to use those for? Jeez." Acting as if it wasn’t totally random.
Nice Save! Nice Save! Nice Save!
| Fumio Yasu |
“Mhm! Of course!” A simple response, but it’s sufficient in his opinion.
He wasn’t sure on what to really think of the body pillow, mainly because he wouldn’t know what kind of image was it. Literally he thinks that there’s just a single picture of a person on the pillow that’s doing nothing. Oh the wonders when he’ll get a body pillow.
“…Huh. Ahaha, I’d like to see my uh. Body pillow, but what are the chances of someone getting that?” Somehow likely it seems. Thanks! “I’m just perplexed that it…exists.”
It was creepy. Really creepy. He shrugs at his own thoughts, before his attention goes to the muffled laughter, which he proceeds to pout at. What was funny about boxers? Oh Yasu.
If only they weren’t entrapped by a homicidal dickwad named Monokuma in space with some kind of meme party going on in the guy’s head. If only. He felt at ease right now, but he knew he’ll have to put up his guard again when they end the date, since that was the cue to leave. Right? Well. Maybe.
“Earphones…huh. Well. I got…marijuana and a parasol.” Two things that are opposite of one another. And he became an accidental drug dealer by trading weed for some dumb knife. What does this knife do, huh? Jack shit. It’s a toy knife. “The machine gives the weirdest items…”
| Hirashi Abe |
He simply grinned to himself, trying and failing to not look like a total dork.
Oh, Yasu. There’s so much for you to learn. Ahahaha.
At the mention of Yasu having one of himself, Hirashi won’t let his mind wander. Stop that, brain. “Haha, yeah. I mean, it’s not like those are the weirdest things about our situation, are they?”
He couldn’t help but smirk when noting Yasu’s pout.That was adorable. Stop that.
I mean, really. Hirashi wasn’t so scared of dying himself so much as seeing people he cares about die. Monokuma can still fuck right off, but hey. Hirashi should be happy they’re not dead yet. Really, he’s convinced he’s going to die. He’s like, the easiest target there. He wouldn’t even know you were there if you took him by surprise and got him from behind. Hahaha.
"… Marijuana and a parasol?" As if on cue, he burst into laughter again, shaking his head a little."Well, parasols are cute. So that’s sort of a win. And I’m sure there’s people who wll tell you the benefits of drugs, but… Wow."
| Fumio Yasu |
“Perhaps…” He started to say, trailing off as he spaced out a bit at now wandering in his thoughts a bit, almost about to go ahead and thoughtfully tap on his chin with one finger, before remembering that his hands were currently preoccupied now. Oops.
Blinking his eyes at the sudden laughter, he tilts his head to the side in a somewhat confused manner, his face reddening a bit more than before. Here comes the part where he admits he traded the weed for the knife.
“…Well the parasol is cute…but marijuana…” He flickers his gaze to the side. “Um. I kind of traded it for a toy knife that I really wanted. It reminded me of something…” Giving out a somewhat dry laugh at his end, he looks back at Hirashi with a shrug of his shoulders. “Let’s hope there aren’t any space police to go ahead and arrest me for that exchange…!” Yasu no.
| Hirashi Abe |
Squeezing his hands a little in an attempt to reassure that he’s not making fun of him or anything, he watches him speak with a smirk.
"I can’t believe my c—" Shit, shit, shit. He flushes before continuing, eyes wide with embarrassment. "I- I- I mean, uh. I can’t believe you’re, like, a space drug dealer."
He laughs a little after that, though his face is still bright red. “At least you don’t have to worry about me calling the space cops. Hahaha.” Wow, that was weak.
Swinging their hands a little more, almost like a metronome, he tries to think of another topic of conversation.
"Y… You look cute, you know. Right now. Not… That you usually don’t! But, uh… Especially now." He cleared his throat, glancing at his feet. He hadn’t originally meant to say that, but then he did, and now he just had to go with it. Smooth.
| Fumio Yasu |
He snickered at ‘space drug dealer’, finding it funny. In fact, he’s got a silly grin on his face to show it. Dealing drugs in space…a whole new adventure. "Ah~ I’d hope not! Ehehe."
He blinked his eyes at the word ‘cute’, only to find himself feeling his face redden a bit, having a look of shock on his face. Someone thought he was…cute? Well. There was one…one person that had said that. But they’re gone. It wasn’t like everyday that people called him cute. Not that he minded. But being called cute by a cute boy…that’s shocking.
He was also taken aback by how it was suddenly said, making him…rather speechless, and stop in place. Really he didn’t know what to say, other than make some noises of a mixture of embarrassment and shock. Eventually he finds words that he could somewhat utter out while looking over to the side.
"I…I…W..Well I…O..Oh…" Okay maybe talking wasn’t the best idea. Either way, it’s not like the other could even catch that.
He lets go of one of Hirashi’s hands, only to go ahead and interlock their fingers together so that it was comfortable to go ahead and tap a message out.
[ -.— —- ..- .——. .-. . / -.-. ..- - . / .- … / .— . .-.. .-.. .-.-.-]
An awkward response no doubt, but he didn’t know what else to say. Plus it would take a while to tap that out. What if he accidentally tapped out a wrong letter? That would be a disaster. (esteban yells in the distance)
| Hirashi Abe |
He watched Yasu, feeling nervousness set in. Shit! Did he fuck up? Say something wrong? Oh, great. Super.
He was about to start apologizing when he felt Yasu shift their hands. Attention perked, he watched quietly, cheeks still bright red.
He took a moment to translate the message, blinking slowly after he did.
"W.. What? Me? N..No, I- I’m really not, I, uh…" He trailed off into an almost whimper, head down. He glanced up after a moment, starting to talk again. "I mean, uh, thanks, but… You’re… You’re far cuter. Really. I, uh. Uh." He was about to go off on a tangent about just how cute Yasu was, and how he wouldn’t really mind kissing him, but he couldn’t.
He really didn’t want to mess this up. That would be. A. [Esteban voice] Diiiisaaaaaaaster!
| Fumio Yasu |
[ -.— —- ..- .——. .-. . / -.-. ..- - . .-. .-.-.- / …. .- -. -.. … / -.. —- .— -. .-.-.-]
He gave Hirashi a small smile, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side. Well. That didn’t last for long before he reopened his eyes and glanced down and to the side, the smile still on his face.
This was nice. Being called cute. It was rather a change from what was going on in this godforsaken place, and his life before this situation. Hardly anyone called him cute, especially his partner! Then again, he never really did try to go ahead and get complimented like this…
…There was something on his mind that he just needed to ask. Taking a deep breath in and out, he hesitantly tapped out the message.
[ -.. —- / -.— —- ..- / .-.. .. -.- . / — . ..—.. / .. / .-.. .. -.- . / -.— —- ..- .-.-.-]
Here comes the train of embarrassment coming through. He diverts his gaze up to the ceiling now. Hello ceiling. Hello.
| Hirashi Abe |
"N-No, no, that’s… You’re way cuter. Ask anyone. I promise you they’ll agree with me."
He smiled back, though there was a quiet voice in his mind telling him not to… Not to like him. You know what happens when you do that, Hirashi. They’ll all leave you. Do you want him to leave you too?
Refusing to make himself sad, he kicks that thought far out of his mind, he allowed his expression to soften a little, glancing at his feet untill he felt tapping again.
Wait, what?
His heart briefly stopped and he stared at Yasu with wide eyes. He.. What? Hirashi couldn’t quite breathe, staring blankly before his face grew into a wide grin.
"I, I-" He stumbled over his words, before tapping furiously.
[-.— . … .-.-.- / -.— . … .-.-.- / —- …. / — -.— / —. —- -.. .-.-.- / -.— . … .-.-.-]
| Fumio Yasu |
…Ohh crap. Did he mess up? Was that a question not to ask? He blinked his eyes at the blank look that Hirashi was giving him, his smile turning into a somewhat nervous grin. Tensing up and bracing himself for something bad to happen, he closed his eyes shut tightly, only to reopen them at the feeling of tapping.
Once he translated the first three letters, he started to relax, his nervous smile now turning into an overjoyed grin that only grew a tiny bit as he translated the rest of the letters.
He gives a small giggle of joy, before going ahead and letting go of both of Hirashi’s hands, only to go ahead and embrace Hirashi in a hug unexpectedly , of course, making sure to go ahead and have his hands away from a certain area.
He was just absolutely overjoyed. The first time that a person actually said that they liked him! It was certainly a great feeling, and certainly…he wouldn’t like to let that go. His brain actually kicks in, and he immediately lets go as quickly as possible, mostly now just very, very embarrassed. His gaze goes over to the side as he raises a hand to lightly hit himself on the face. It was almost like a really weak slap that didn’t do jack shit.
Probably deserved it.
“…«Ffffuck.» Sorry. Uh. Well. Um.” He had absolutely no excuse for this. Great. Great! Good job Yasu!
God it’s 2am and I’m listening to FOB songs while on the call. It’s weird.
| Hirashi Abe |
Seeing him grin caused his own smile to widen, a breathless sort of laugh escaping him.
This was happening. Really, honestly happening. For only the second time in his life, someone… Liked him. More than that? No, don’t assume that. But don’t get upset, just… Stay giddy. It’s not like he could stop being happy, though, considering he couldn’t stop smiling.
And then he was being hugged. This was new. He hadn’t really done this much. He holds Yasu close for a moment, before he pulled away, dropping his hands to his sides.
Seeing him slap himself prompted him to gently grab his hand, holding it carefully before lacing his fingers with Yasu’s. “Don’t hit yourself,” he mumbled, an almost concerned glance accompanying the words.
"Sssssssso. U…Uh. What… What now?" He murmured, so quiet he wasn’t sure if he was actually speaking. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing if he didn’t actually speak? Hahaha.
I’m… Listening to weird hipster music. This is surreal.
| Fumio Yasu |
He blinked his eyes a few times at feeling his hand being grabbed, tilting his head to the side while staring at Hirashi with a confused look for a few moments. It wasn’t even one of those harder ones! (Not that it would make any difference) But nonetheless, he started to stammer a bit, somewhat embarrassed. Okay, maybe he needed to fix that habit. “E…Eep. Sorry…!”
The next response after that was incredibly too quiet for him to hear. In fact, he had some difficulty knowing what the other was saying, but should he ask about that? Mm… maybe not. Maybe he could just…redirect the focus of the conversation elsewhere. Yes. Just direct yourself to the nearest solution.
“…Uh. So! Green house. Yes? I think we were going on a date there, right?” Great job Yasu. That was awkwardly worded.
| Hirashi Abe |
Wait, did he say the wrong thing? Oh, god. “D…Did that sound demanding? I- I didn’t mean to, I just… You shouldn’t hit yourself like that..” On a whim, he brought Yasu’s hand to his face, gently kissing the back of it before allowing both of their hands to dangle.
The quality of my writing as well as my current state of mind are both deteriorating rapidly. Woohoo.
"Mm, yeah. Yes. That’s…. Yeah." Nice. In truth, he was quite excited.
A date. With a boy. A boy who liked him. A cute boy. A cute boy who thought he was cute. This was going far better than he had expected, his own slightly awkward comments aside.
With that, he fell into step beside Yasu, swinging their hands as they walked, a giddy smile on his face. Well, this was going good. He wanted, in truth, to kiss Yasu all over because of a sudden rush of affection towards him, but there’s another AU for that. Haha.
| Fumio Yasu |
“It didn’t! I just realized that I should fix my habits and stuff since they’re kind of weird. I’ll try to go ahead and remember to not hit myself…" He blinked his eyes a few moments at the kiss to his hand, before giggling a bit to himself. Kisses to the hand… it was a strange gesture to him, but it was nice anyways.
As they neared closer to the garden house, he was somewhat submerged in his own thoughts, a silly grin on his face. This was going great. He should be on his guard…but dear lord, this was only making him just feel so… happy. When was he this happy? Ah. That was a long…long time ago. Now isn’t the time to reflect back on the past. You’ve got a cute boy holding hands with you! Pay attention to your surroundings!
| Hirashi Abe |
He thought about the last time he’d been on a date with someone, the last time someone told him they liked him. He wondered if it would end up the same. Honestly, he hoped not. He couldn’t deal with that again. Even if it was his fault, he’d have to try harder to prevent it this time. He wouldn’t let it happen.
Approaching the greenhouse, he carefully opened the door however you open doors in the base here, guiding Yasu in without actually letting go of his hand. Following quietly, he smiled to himself. He loved flowers and plants and all that fun stuff, and he liked Yasu more than enough, so this was basically the best thing to happen to him here.
"… This is nicer than I’d thought it would be.."
| Fumio Yasu |
He allowed himself to be guided into the greenhouse, looking around at his surroundings at the first step he took inside, and continuing. This was the first time that he’d been in the greenhouse other than to investigate or check for evidence. Funny how he didn’t notice the smell of the place being…fairly nicer than he had recalled, honestly he should have expected this, it /was/ a greenhouse after all.
Being an outside person, it was somewhat refreshing to be here, and with Hirashi…well, it felt even more better than ever. He couldn’t believe how happy he was just to be here, in a greenhouse that was in space, with someone else. Well. It was a strange situation to be in, being stuck up in space.
“…Ehehe. Good to hear!” Thanks Yasu. He probably forgot for a brief moment on that the other couldn’t hear him. Drat. Well words didn’t compare to what he felt, so maybe that was okay. Maybe. He excitedly went ahead and continued looking around his surroundings.
| Hirashi Abe |
Walking around with him and looking at everything gave Hirashi a sense of calm. Why was he worried about all the stress of this place when things like this happened? This was so calming.
Apart from the occasional comment on a flower or something, he didn’t really say much. His mind was racing. Ever since Yasu admitted that he liked him, Hirashi had been thinking.
"H- Hey," he murmured after a moment, turning to look up at Yasu. "Can I… Ask you something?" Shit, how did he say it? How?
Swallowing hard, he glanced at his feet. “U-Uh. Uh. C-Can I, um, maybe kiss you? Maybe?” Cheeks flushing brightly, he brought his free hand up in an attempt to cover his face. In all honesty, it wasn’t quite the original question he wanted to ask, but it would work. He couldn’t find the words to ask the other one, anyway.
Oh, well.
| Fumio Yasu |
He was in the middle of thinking about an outfit change, when his thoughts were broken up by the sudden question.
"Hm…?" He turned his head over at Hirashi, tilting his head to the side as he raised an eyebrow. Question? What kind of question?
…Well that was certainly a peculiar question. It made Yasu stop in his tracks of walking in fact. He blinked his eyes a few times as his thoughts were racing in his head, with questions popping up as well. Was this something that… people who like each other do? He should have researched this before. Drat! He didn’t plan this at all.
Not that he minded.
He could already feel his face grow hot as he thought about it some more, before snapping himself out of his trance-like state. Shoot! He should say or rather do something now.
"W-Well I-I don’t…I-I don’t mind…! S-So…"
Maybe talking wasn’t the best idea to do. He lightly squeezed the other’s hand that was holding his, as he moved forwards only to gently grab Hirashi’s hand that was making an attempt to cover their face, and lift it from their face a slight bit. Don’t hide that cute face.
He attempts to not look nervous since this was his first time… kissing someone. Or about to. It wasn’t on his bucket list or anything, and he never really thought about it until now.
He froze in place, stuck in the same position in his nervousness. What should he do? Should he nod his head? Wait?
| Hirashi Abe |
"Y-You’re…? I… Um-" He cut himself off, feeling his hand moved. Looking up at Yasu with his bright red cheeks, he glanced to the side quickly. Oh, god, he couldn’t think straight. What would he say? Shit, shit.
Biting his lip, he stared downwards. What do you do in a situation like this?
Get it over with?
Suddenly, he leaned up, closing his eyes as he gently pressed his lips to Yasu’s for a few moments.
And then he pulled back, covering his face again. “S-s-sorry…”
| Fumio Yasu |
The kiss was somewhat alarming, though he had been bracing for it. It wasn’t long, but perhaps a bit…too short. He had let go of the other’s hand after the kiss, blinking a bit with his lips formed into a ‘o’ shape before having a sheepish grin on his face. That was nice, better than he had expected.
He found himself noticing how warm his face felt after sometime, starting to become embarrassed by that. Dammit, he sure looked like an idiot thats for sure. His thoughts were starting to wander a bit as he started to tap out a message on the other’s hand. Was it for reassurance? Maybe it was. [- …. .- - / .— .- … / -. .. -.-…-.-.-]
| Hirashi Abe |
He stared up at him, trying to figure out whether that was okay or not.
Apparently, judging by Yasu’s grin, it was okay. Maybe more than okay. He allowed himself a small, gentle grin, nervously signing to himself. Well, maybe this was going better than he thought it would. He wasn’t getting blatantly rejected, at least. But damn, it’d been a while since he’d actually kissed someone.
"W…Was it?" That was wonderful, really. His smile turned into a wider one, and he tried to hide his grin behind a hand. He almost wanted to ask the current state of their relationship, but wasn’t quite sure how. So, instead, he settled for the next best thing.
"Can I… Again? I- I you don’t have to… Let me… But…" Losing his steam, he ran his fingers gently across the back of Yasu’s hand, a nervous hitch to his breath as he waited for a response.
Doing things like this was never a strong point of his, as he knew all too well.
Really, his only hope was that he didn’t fuck up again, didn’t cause Yasu to leave him. He just had to watch himself.
| Fumio Yasu |
“Mhm! It was!” His grin only grew at noticing that the other was also smiling as well. It was a great feeling to see him…happy. He really didn’t know why, but it was just wonderful.
He had absolutely no idea what the state of their relationship was, but it was certainly there, that’s for certain. And they were somewhat on a date, so maybe they were dating? Maybe? He wasn’t sure of this to say the least; since he doesn’t have a clue how did this work.
“S- Sure…!“ He sounded way too excited for his own sake, but not like that mattered anyways. “I mean…you’re free to…uh. Kiss me. Yes. Right…” Stumbling over his words, he simply shut his mouth in order to stop himself from saying anything else embarrassing or something along those lines.
| Hirashi Abe |
"I can? A-Ah, okay…" He grinned a little to himself, trying not to look as nervous as he felt. He was so happy right now, though. The happiest he’d been in a long time. This felt better than so many things. Felt better than anything he could name, really.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned up, wrapping his arms around Yasu’s shoulders, kissing him gently again, though he lingered far longer, a soft smile on his face. He really didn’t want to, but wondered if this was too much. He then pulled back after a few moments, biting his lip. “I just want to… Keep doing that. Can I?” Without waiting for verbal confirmation, he kissed him softly once more.
| Fumio Yasu |
At this point, it was certain for Yasu that kissing was rather enjoyable to his surprise. He closed his eyes at the feeling of lips touching his own, slightly returning the kiss from his end with a smile on his face as well. Once the other pulled back, he somewhat opened his eyes a bit at the question, about to nod his head as a yes before getting kissed again.
Well, it wasn’t as if he had any objections to it. He fluttered his eyes closed as he once again welcomed the kiss, attempting to kiss back as much as he could without being awkward at it.
He was somewhat forgetting to breathe normally, but hey, kissing comes into priority now, right? He’d probably notice soon to breathe normally.
| Hirashi Abe |
Finally allowing himself to relax fully, he closes his eyes with the barest hint of a content sigh, pressing slightly closer with the barest hint of a smile present on his face.
Out of everything that could’ve happened, this was, in his opinion, the best possible thing. Really, what more could he want? To go home, sure, but that wasn’t looking like an option. So, really.
Best. Possible. Thing.
He realized, albeit belatedly, that he needed to breathe. Pulling back ever so slightly to catch his breath, he kept his eyes closed and gently held his forehead to Yasu’s. “Thank you,” he murmured. While out of the context of his brain, the comment probably seemed odd, to him it wasn’t.
It was thanking him for reminding him that maybe, just maybe, he was a person who could be cared about.
And that meant the world to him.
| Fumio Yasu |
When the other had pulled back slightly, he took the time to go ahead and quietly catch his breath, now realizing that he wasn’t breathing. Good lord, that was terrifying yet not. Surely he’d do better the next time around.
He fluttered his eyes half open in response to the thank you, now slightly confused as to what was there to thank him of. If anything, he should be the one to thank them for going on this date with someone like him. Somehow he wasn’t sure how on earth did he get here, on a date with another person, in space of all places. But at least… that’s better than nothing at all.
It was the best thing that could possibly happen to him, even if it was in space. It was great, so great, he couldn’t believe that something like this was happening to him. What a strange twist of fate, isn’t it?
“For…what?” He breathlessly questioned in return, still trying to get his breath back. Holding your breath while kissing is not the best idea, and he’s learned from it.
| Hirashi Abe |
A gentle smile crossed his face, and he paused a moment while attempting to formulate a response that didn’t make him look crazy.
Looking like he wasn’t stable- er, less so than he was- wasn’t the plan. It would probably do something to cause… Discomfort. Or something.
"… Being here. With me." It was the simplest thing he could say. It wasn’t often that someone actually liked him, actually wanted to spend time with him. He adored it.
He also adored how close they were. Being close was wonderful. He’d needed physical contact for a while. Even just holding hands or something!
"… Are… Are we… Um…" Flushing brightly, he closed his eyes. "Dating?" His voice was quiet, though at the current closeness of the two it wasn’t hard to hear.
He hoped he’d say yes. Otherwise things could get awkward fast.
| Fumio Yasu |
He blinked his eyes a few times at the response, his lips slightly parted as the slight confusion died down after a moment, proceeding with a smile to be placed back on his face. Certainly this is what happiness felt like, wasn’t it? He’d almost forgotten what it actually was over time to his dismay, but now he won’t allow this happiness to be taken away. Selfish, but aren’t all humans selfish to a degree?
The next question should have been an expected inquiry to make- after all they were in quite the peculiar situation- but it still caught him off-guard. He could already feel his face heating up a bit more than before with embarrassment, blinking his eyes a bit more before glancing over to the side. Crap! Were they dating? He thought so, right?
Before he could go ahead and start over-thinking on this, he shut his mouth closed tight, and quickly tapped a message on the other’s hand, almost lightly. He’d almost want to go ahead and trace letters out since it was a simple word after all, but he wasn’t sure about how effective could that be. Oh well.
[-.— . … .-.-.-]
| Hirashi Abe |
He felt nervous. Anxious. It had been a long time since he’d been as attached to someone as he was to Yasu, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go through all the pain that usually came from being attached to someone. Again.
Though, he figured he was worth it.
He felt himself holding his breath as he awaited a response, face red and hot. He shouldn’t have said anything, it just made things awkward, shit, shit shit. Eyes tightly closed, he steeled himself to deal with rejection or, even something worse—
Wait.
He swore his heart stopped.
Yes.
Face breaking into a relieved grin, he glanced at his feet to try to subtly hide how hard he was smiling. Even though sentiment was hard to convey via morse, he tried.
[.-…- .-.. .-.. -.— ..—.. / .. / -.-. .- -. .——. - / … - —- .—. / … — .. .-.. .. -. —. .-.-.-]
| Fumio Yasu |
A smile made it’s debut on his face once more as he slowly deciphered the message in his head, giving a relieved chuckle. He had never officially dated someone before, the closest to that was him and his best friend, which he had wanted to be completely platonic about, but things happen somehow. Giving the other’s hand a small squeeze first, he tapped back a response.
[ -.— . … .-.-.- / .- -. -.. / —. —- —- -.. .-.-.- / .. / .-.. —- …- . / -.— —- ..- .-. / … — .. .-.…-.-.-]
A message like this was certainly sappy to the core, but it was genuine as he could make it to be. He never wanted that smile to disappear, otherwise he’d have to do something about that.
He’d started to perfect his morse code ever since he found out he could communicate with it, his notebook consisting of morse code littering all over the pages. That is, if he didn’t scribble some of it out or that I finish it soon.
| Hirashi Abe |
Hirashi has only dated one other person in his life. Given, that was also his only friend, but, hey, who’s counting?
Yasu’s message only made him smile wider. In truth, he wasn’t used to compliments, especially along that line, but if it made him feel so giddy, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing?
Even though he felt cheesy as hell for saying it, he couldn’t think of anything else to say that seemed like a good response while also saying how he felt.
Don’t blame him, he’s not good at this.
[.— —- ..- .-.. -.. / .. - / -… . / -… .- -.. / .. ..-. / .. / … .- .. -.. / .. / .-.. —- …- . -.. / .- / .-.. —- - / —- ..-. / - …. .. -. —. … / .- -… —- ..- - / -.— —- ..- ..—..]
Non-verbal communication means a lot to him. He adores it, since, well, it’s easier for him, and if someone puts forth the effort to learn it, it almost proves that they care enough to figure out how to communicate.
For example, his mother learned only the most basic sign language to talk to him. Until he could communicate verbally, he passed a lot of notes.
| Fumio Yasu |
Dating? A new concept to Yasu, he’s considered it, but never really done it for several reasons that shouldn’t be listed. He’s had…at least two friends but they left after time passed on. But he never cared anyways.
People come and go all the time. He’d expect the same this time as well, only now he didn’t want the other to go. Unsure of what would he feel if the other had left, he was certain he’d like to avoid it at all costs, as much as he could while being in this situation.
But those thoughts should stay secure on a piece of paper in a journal, otherwise people would know a whole lot more than they should.
Telling people how he felt was certainly not too much of a problem for Yasu, but certainly making it sound not so terrible was slightly problematic. He made a kid cry once by telling them that cars can’t fly and explained the details behind why it can’t. I’d be terrified if some kid came up to me at age 6 and started introducing basically physics to me in the bluntest manner possible. Disgusting. Math.
He lightly chuckled at the message after taking a while to decipher it, pausing a moment to formulate his thoughts back in order before going ahead and creating a response.
[—- ..-. / -.-. —- ..- .-. … . / -. —- - / … .. -. -.-. . / .. / .- .-.. … —- / .-.. —- …- . / .- / .-.. —- - / —- ..-. / - …. .. -. —. … / .- -… —- ..- - / -.— —- ..- / - —- —- .-.-.-]
Letting his mind wander off, he wondered on what was lovable about himself, reflecting on the past a bit before starting to feel a frown tugging at the ends of his mouth, attempting to suppress that for a bit longer. Some things weren’t so great to recall, whoops. He sure should have kept an eye out for that. Or rather. Thought twice. The pun really wasn’t worth it.
| Hirashi Abe |
People come and go far too often for one boy’s particular liking. He didn’t understand why they had to- couldn’t they just stay forever? Wasn’t that better for everyone? It was mutualism, really, unless one of the people involved was abusive or something.
Hirashi has a journal for his thoughts, but generally his thoughts are things he’d rather not repeat, so it tends to be full of observations or notes. Or letters.
Letters that I should update.
Math is absolutely terrifying.
Love was a strange word- a strange concept- to Hirashi. Especially since he didn’t think the emotion itself was a reasonable thing. Sure, affection was real, but things like love and other junk like that didn’t ever seem to be something that could happen to him.
Though now, it seems as though that might just change.
[- …. .- -. -.- / -.— —- ..- .-.-.- / - …. .. … / — .- -.- . … / — . / …. .- .—. .—. .…-. / - …. .- -. / -.— —- ..- / -.- -. —- .— .-.-.-]
He was unsure if he phrased that correctly, though he figured the meaning wasn’t too lost.
Listing lovable things about oneself? Honestly, Hirashi didn’t know. No one had ever really told him. Sure, he could work out positive traits, but lovable things? He was lost.
It wasn’t the kind of thing you could easily ask someone, either. ‘Hey, what are lovable things about me?’
That wouldn’t work so well.
| Fumio Yasu |
Yasu’s journal is full of doodles and is a mess of things. His handwriting ranges from neat to some kind of satanic scribble of something unknown. His notebook is reserved for notes, and his relationships page is actually a page of his notebook, though I’ve yet to convert that into the proper format of how it works. Plus drawing everyone. What a pain.
Journals are much more personal. It shows how strange people are on the inside after all. More revealing, and secretive. A dangerous weapon if used for blackmail methods. How joyful.
[.. .——. — / —. .-.. .- -.. / - …. .- - / -.— —- ..- .——. .-. . / …. .- .—. .—. -.— .-.-.-]
A shorter message than before, but genuine as well. Making people happy was indeed in his system, being a fluid person and all. But knowing that Hirashi was happy…somehow made him happier than he’d expect from the many moments before, which wasn’t too alarming to say the least. It was rather welcoming.
Valid point. Yasu wouldn’t know how to answer that other than a typical ‘well’ and drive the topic into another direction to lose the other’s attention from the previous topic. Maybe he’d moonwalk away if he wouldn’t trip backwards at trying to. Damn.
| Hirashi Abe |
Yasu’s journal is the best thing I’ve ever seen. What up.
Hirashi’s journal is… Well. He’s a bit of a hot mess with it, I’d say.
Moreso than usual.
Hirashi Abe- SHSL Hot Mess. Always.
[.. - .——. … / -… . -.-. .- ..- … . / —- ..-. / -.— —- ..- / - …. .- - / .. .——. — / … —- / …. .- .—. .—. -.— .-.-.- / -.— —- ..- / — .- -.- . / — . / …. .- .—. .—. -.— .-.-.-]
He tried to put more emphasis into the second sentence, which made it… A bit sloppy, perhaps, but honest. Hirashi couldn’t help but be honest- there was no need /not/ to be. Especially with Yasu. Things seemed right when he was here. He could almost forget all the terrible things he so normally thought of.
Hirashi Abe learned the lesson of asking others what they liked about him the hard way- it seemed needy, he thought. It seemed needy and desperate as though he were fishing for compliments or affection- which, wasn’t necessarily wrong. He so often tended to need those things, almost painfully. He’d do almost anything to ensure he got them.
But in some situations, like this one, he thought that maybe he didn’t need to try so hard.
| Fumio Yasu |
Yasu’s journal is absolutely horrifying. It shouldn’t be read at all. It has…silly doodles within it, the horror. Also it has some weird as hell entries but eh, ehhhh.
Thanks Nikki! Thanks! Thanks for the pain flakes!
He couldn’t help but to just gently nuzzle the other when he finished translating the response, a giggle escaping from his mouth. Goodness, he felt rather giddy about this whole thing, being in love and stuff. Was that even the correct term for it? Who knows.
It was nice, very nice. Nicer than he’d expect, not to imply that he expected it to be the worst of course.
Now all he needed to ensure that the other would stay with him, not leave or walk away, to simply just be with him. That’s all. How? That’s a question that shouldn’t be answered in a monologue. Especially not in a monologue.
[.. .——. — / .-…- .-.. .-.. -.— / …. .- .—. .—. -.— / - …. .- - / -.— —- ..- .——. .-. . / …. .- .—. .—. -.— .-.-.-]
Compliments are just a means to getting to a designated goal. Yasu never really understood the need for compliments, but he never really complained about them. Sure, they were great, but what if it’s just for a distraction of some sorts? He’d be paranoid if he didn’t realize that most people didn’t have that strange train of thought.
Ha ha. Strange.
| Hirashi Abe |
Shush your face. I love his journal. Yasu creeps me out in only the best of ways. I still continue to want to put him in a meadow of flowers where he cannot hurt himself. And maybe throw Hirashi in there because god knows he doesn’t need any more pain in his life.
You’re welcome! I eat pain flakes for breakfast. Mm. Yum. Especially Hirashi pain flakes. His suffering is my reason to be. Even if he doesn’t deserve it.
Only pulling Yasu closer, Hirashi hummed quietly. This was good. All of this was good. It’d been a while since someone’s mere presence made him feel this happy, but he’s certainly not complaining. Happy feelings were good feelings. If he felt happy, then he was doing good. He didn’t want to do bad again. I’d elaborate further on that but I think we all know what happens when Hirashi stops doing good.
I’d certainly like to hear that answer in any form- especially a monologue.
[.. / -.- -. —- .— .-.-.-] He hoped that didn’t come off as condescending, though maybe the little heart that he traced immediately afterwards made it more or less so.
Hirashi just craves attention and affection. Reassurance that he’s a decent person helps too, but, hey, he’ll take what he can get.
… Speaking of compliments.
[-.— —- ..- .——. .-. . / … —- / -.-. ..- - . .-.-.-]
| Fumio Yasu |
Yasu belongs on a stage and dodging items for his life. And then get impaled by a knife and laugh.
But putting him in a meadow with Hirashi sounds good enough! Protect Hirashi Abe 2k14.
He felt himself being pulled closer, which only made his smile grow a bit at that. It was a strange feeling, being happy. But he’s felt that before in the past, though he doesn’t like to think back on it. The mun also doesn’t want to as well. Perhaps in the future.
Honestly, Yasu tries to always seem content and such to not seem like he’s disliking everything around him. Which is a bit of exaggeration, he doesn’t dislike many things around him to say the least. Of course, those things are too painfully obvious to attempt to try finding out what they are. For example: wow golly geeze look at all this murder ha ha! Insert some kind of funky dance here. I shouldn’t be allowed to type replies after waking up.
He let out a quiet chuckle at feeling the heart being traced after the somewhat short response. A response like that was semi-expected since he probably said it before, or at least implied it. It wasn’t as if it was a bad thing, in fact it was a really positive thing to say the least!
Yasu is simply a fluid person that wants to go ahead and get punched in the face. Please.
[ -.— —- ..- .——. .-. . / — —- .-. . / -.-. ..- - . .-. / - …. .- -. / .. / .- — .-.-.-]
He wasn’t really sure if he was cute, since he still pictures himself without a certain something. It appears all around his notebook doodles, and sometimes both of them are missing! Good thing a certain entry was ripped out, hahaha.
| Hirashi Abe |
Hirashi belongs… In his beta execution, being emotionally tortured before falling violently to his death, all the while crying like a pissbaby. That’s the best place for him. Impaled after sobbing hysterically because it was all his fault… Mmmm. Yes.
Hirashi dislikes too much for his own good. He used to be kind of a shitty person, and a bit of an asshole, but he tries hard to get rid of that. Though he has every right to be an asshole, in his opinion. Basically, don’t get him started on his asshole streak. He’s terrible.
Hirashi Abe refuses to punch Yasu on moral grounds. It would likely take a lot of persuading to get him to even consider it.
[-. —- —..— / -. —- .-.-.- / -.….-. .. -. .. - . .-.. -.— / -. —- - .-.-.-]
Hirashi just despises himself in general. There’s no point trying to convince him otherwise, since he blames himself for absolutely everything.
Guilt complex, anyone? It’s one of his many complexes, honestly. But he’ll blame himself for everything. Even before arriving at this space station, everything was his fault.
Parents ignore him? His fault for being useless.
Boyfriend broke up with him? His fault.
The list goes on.
He’s rather depressing.
| Fumio Yasu |
Well.
Yasu was a much more naive person than he is now, being enlightened by the idea of creating friends in public school and all, rather than go ahead and rise up to the top at an early age. He sure didn’t know what to dislike when he first entered into elementary school. Ha ha. School.
Now he knows what to dislike and what to like. Perhaps. Maybe not. At least he’s not that naïve little boy that sure did get one hell of a gift in store for him in the future! Ha ha. Eyepatches weren’t fun to wear for Yasu, it annoyed him to heck.
Please punch Fumio Yasu in the face. Please do. Or even hit him with a book, anything. He sure as hell deserves it for being one heck of a nerd. I want him to get hit with at least something during this game.
[-. —- —..— / .. - .——. … / -.….-. .. -. .. - . .-.. -.— / - .-. ..- . .-.-.-]
Hirashi Abe needs to be given warm soup and a fluffy blanket. Please.
Yasu on this side is. Something. He doesn’t really blame himself for anything other than being ignorant of how to react for someone dying. It really didn’t bother him until the fourth chapter, where he actually realized that well, he could probably die at any moment. And that was absolutely terrifying.
Life was rather nice. He liked it, no matter how risky of things he did that could be life threatening. Such as skydiving, that was one crazy ride. Another is going ahead and exploring abandoned places where the ceiling collapses easily, and the list goes on and on.
The only thing that Yasu is, is that he’s…rather not so stable. That’s pretty much it.
| Hirashi Abe |
Hirashi’s never really had friends. Ever. What a loser. Haha.
He did get bullied a lot, so he really had the opposite of friends. Though they did spend time together nearly every day, Hirashi didn’t enjoy it by any means.
A shame.
I will not punch Yasu in the face. Or hit him with a book. Hirashi might give tiny little things like swats or flicks but never anything with the intent of hurting.
[-. —- .-.-.- / -.— —- ..- .——. .-. . / .— .-. —- -. —. .-.-.- / .. .——. — / .-. .. —. …. - —..— / .- … / .- .-.. .— .- -.— … .-.-.- / -..- —- -..- —- .-.-.-]
What the hell. No. He doesn’t deserve that. Yasu, on the other hand… #FreeHim
Hirashi’s emotional and mental state is a rollercoaster I don’t want to be on. He makes me oddly sad for some reason. SMH.
Hirashi’s the kind of reckless nerd to take hits intended for someone else if he cares about them enough— so if Yasu’s about to get into a tussle, Hirashi will probably try to get hit instead. Not for any real reason other than he doesn’t like seeing his loved ones hurt.
His loved ones, on the other hand, apparently enjoy seeing /him/ hurt. At least, that’s what he thinks.
| Fumio Yasu |
Yasu had like…two friends before this situation had occurred. One of them being the robotics partner that the mun and muse do not like to talk about, and a classmate of his that was actually sweeter than he’d expect. Although she wasn’t a healthy person so she wasn’t really around daily. Perhaps weekly at best. She wasn’t really prominent in his life, and things like that are simply a fleeting memory. Big deal.
But enough dwelling on the past, it sucked anyways, just like my writing at this hour. Man oh man.
Daw. I’ll just have to find a way for him to get hurt. Somehow.
Slightly pouting at the message, he quickly pecks a kiss on the other’s lips before moving onto tapping a response, humming to himself. Silly. How silly.
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Hirashi deserves it. He does. Yasu does not. He should Not deserve something like that as much as he’d like it. #AbsolutelyNot
I’m sad about Hirashi Abe. I really am. :,( I am in Pain…
Meanwhile Yasu is a person that would start up fights if it’s appearing to be meaningless to keep on acting nice and polite to fix everything. And he’s probably let those blows land on him since ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ. It’s not he’d dislike it.
| Hirashi Abe |
Hirashi probably had kids at school who were nice to him, kids who went out of their way to make him feel better about losing his hearing, but it wasn’t like he could talk to them anyway! Ha..ha.h.aha….
I live in fear of what Yasu will do if he gets hurt.
OH. You know what needs to happen? These two need to room together. We need to make this happen. I beg. And then Yasu can kill someone and… Wouldn’t that be fun. I eagerly await.
He smiles a little at the kiss, gently kissing Yasu’s cheek once in response.
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Hirashi deserves abolutely nothing. Even ask him. He’ll tell you. Nothing. #VERYYES
DO NOT CRY FOR HIM… DO NOT CRY.
Yasu needs to be put in a nice room where he can make robots and things like that and have fun by himself and maybe have Hirashi there but most importantly NOT GET HURT.
Hirashi’s too much of an utter doormat to initiate a fight unless it’s simply verbal, in which case he gets too fucking sassy and snippy and probably targets your weaknesses (say, I don’t know, your friends dying).
Yasu needs to be protected wtf.
| Fumio Yasu |
Yasu only had two people. Everyone else was pretty competitive, so making friends sure wasn’t a valid option one could possibly make. After the incident, it only strained his relationships with his local peers of neutrality towards him to mere distain. He doesn’t even HAVE any FRIENDS besides Hirashi (though does that count) in this moonbase. Sure, he’s on good terms with people, but friends…? Laughable. He can’t do that.
Yes…! These two rooming together…perhaps sleeping in the same bed. Surely that’ll remedy the constant nightmares Yasu has! Maybe. Who knows. He just wakes up silently crying, that’s all.
This will be the second time that he’s going to room with a deaf person. The second time. I’m laughing.
Yasu is much more rational than his 109 persona, surely he’d think twice before falling for the bear’s scheme.
At the response, he raises his free hand upwards to go ahead and gently pinch at Hirashi’s cheek, pouting. He let go afterwards, tapping a message back.
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He deserves everything what the hell. The bae…
IM CRYING FOR HIM RIGHT NOW…
BUT YASU SHOULD GET INJURED…JUST LIKE SEUNG…(WHOOPS). IM DEAD SET ON THIS.
Yasu can do sarcasm, but that’s the extent of what he can do verbally. And also speak in a distorted tone, but that hasn’t appeared yet, so whoops!
| Hirashi Abe |
Well, Hirashi’s only friend prior to everyone dying was. Yeah. Everyone else just liked to make him suffer. And he hated them in return. So, I guess it worked out fairly, that he didn’t really have anyone.
Except for leaving poor Hirashi with an abandonment complex.
Yes. I’m loving this idea so much. If he woke up crying, I know a certain boy who would do absolutely everything in his power to make it better for him. Hirashi, however, refuses to sleep unless it’s on his stomach. It hurts otherwise.
The only other time I’ve had Hirashi room with anyone was with his best friend back on my indie, and well, that was a ride. Hahaha. They had some adventures, that was for sure. I think one time they threatened to throw one another’s things out the window over video games, so…
"Owwwww…" He muttered, flinching almost a little /too/ much. Though, he seems to understand that the gesture wasn’t cruel, and relaxes almost immediately to smirk a little.
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He doesn’t deserve anything, really. Don’t even tell him that he does. It’ll probably upset him.
DO NOT CRY FOR HIM. DO NOT CRY.
BUT!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I almost fear that coming up, almost as much as I fear the aftermath if Hirashi dies.
He does.
| Fumio Yasu |
Yasu tends to have nightmares almost daily, so that’ll appear often. He’s done it in chapter…heck, I forgot what it was. All I remember is writing that he woke up crying before going ahead and doing something.
He should have gotten used to them, but really they mainly hit way too close to home. Train wreck. Conflicts. Media. He’d love to forget those things if they didn’t resurface at the dead of night, when he’s floating in the void of his mind.
Yasu’s favorite sleeping position is to curl up into a ball and hide under the covers and cry like a piss baby. Ha ha ha, nerd. Stop crying.
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He paused briefly after tapping that message, somewhat now realizing that they’ve been in the same spot for quite a while. And he was somewhat getting a bit tired to his dismay. The greenhouse wasn’t so bad and all, in fact he had no objections on standing in the same spot some more. But…eventually they would have to go off to their separate rooms (or are they. Huehuehue.), and that was…kind of a lonely thought to have. But oh well, that’s how things went, right…?
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Incorrect word choice. It makes him sound like he was in elementary school all over again. Oh wait.
| Hirashi Abe | The fact that he has nightmares all the time only makes me think of cute headcanons. Slay me. Hirashi Abe not sleeping just to make sure Yasu is okay through the night. Literally lights self on fire.
Pressing a gentle kiss to Yasu’s cheek, he nods almost contemplatively at the second message.
While the way he phrased it was certainly adorable, he wasn’t sure the meaning behind it. Was he tired? Did he want to leave?
He worried over this for… Probably longer than he should’ve, biting his lip.
Hirashi, honey, you’re reading far too much into this. That’s enough, now.
Eventually, cautiously, he tapped out a reply.
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He left it at that for a moment, before realizing he may have came off as harsh or something else awful like that, and tried to quickly cover for it.
"I- I mean," he began, voice quiet as he pulled back to look straight at Yasu. Then, he found that too intimidating, and directed his gaze elsewhere. "Be-because I… Don’t want to be alone. So. I. Um."
God, Hirashi, you’re terrible at this.
Again I bring forth my point that the fact that he’s cute is pretty much the only thing he’s got going for him. And even that’s debatable.
| Fumio Yasu | Cute headcanons are really nice… Sadly Yasu doesn’t do much but just whimper in his sleep, so I’m not sure how cute that could be.
He smiled at the kiss to his cheek, sheepishly grinning at Hiraahi with his head tilted to the side. Although, his expression somewhat faltered at the silence, shifting his gaze to the side. Did he say something weird? Well, yes. Obviously, but was that something that wasn’t supposed to be said in these situatio-
He blinked his eyes a few times at feeling a response, letting out a faint sigh from his mouth.
Shifting his gaze over back to Hirashi, he proceeded to go ahead and move his gaze back over to the side at the boy’s words, which he brought up his free hand to thoughtfully tap a finger on his own chin. What did he want? To be with Hirashi some more. How to do that?
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| Hirashi Abe | He blinked a few times, humming as he awaited a response. He still found everything about this situation lovely.
Recieving a response, he took the time to translate it before- oh!
Oh.
Face flushing, his eyes widen and he glances at his feet. Wait, that’s probably not what he meant, Hirashi. Calm down. Calm.
Taking a breath, he looks up again, giving a gentle smile as he does so (hoping to hide the color of his cheeks oh god don’t look at him).
He shifted his hands to hold both of Yasu’s, swinging them gently back and forth before replying.
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| Fumio Yasu | Upon looking back at Hirashi after tapping the message, a worries expression appeared on his face as he furrowed his brow. Poor Yasu, he doesn’t know what the other meaning of what he said had meant. Curses to having a lack of knowledge in the romance department.
"Um…Uh." He was about to ask if he had stated anything weird, but quickly stopped himself from speaking. Stop forgetting.
He felt relieved at the response, which showed on his face as he had a silly grin on his face.
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After tapping that out, he turned his head a bit in the direction behind him, presumably toward the exit.
| Hirashi Abe | He tilts his head left and right, contemplating the response. He’d honestly be comfortable in either place, though he worried about his back. He’d have to keep his (or just any) shirt on, though he figured that would be fine so long as it didn’t get too hot.
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Noting Yasu’s movement, he slowly started walking, attempting to lead him out. Since they’d still be together after this, did it really even matter where they were? He sure didn’t care.
They could sleep on the floor right here (if they didn’t die), as far as he cared.
So long as they were together.
He hoped Yasu didn’t, or wouldn’t really mind how… Clingy he got. It wasn’t really his fault, but having someone in such a close proximity made it hard to NOT want to be as close to them as possible.
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He never felt safe in his own room to admit this, he was aware of Mayoi’s room being open at all times, and the door in the middle was never locked at all…
He almost never ever sleeps for a long time, often falling asleep for only 4 hours before waking up- that is to imply that nothing wakes him up before.
He’s a light sleeper, so any noise that happens is going to wake him up with a jolt, the situation they were in was only making it worse.
He felt himself being pulled along, which he simply lets himself be pulled along. He trusted Hirashi, and certainly was too tired to even have any stray thoughts of doubt that appeared once in a while. How long has it been since he slept? He couldn’t remember.
Being together was all that Yasu wanted. It was foreign, but he certainly welcomed it with all of his heart. He’d do anything to go ahead and keep being like this, perhaps even as to murder someone. But it wasn’t as if he’d have to do that, someone else normally did it.
He’d just have to hope it wasn’t him or Hirashi that becomes the unfortunate victim.
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Honestly, Hirashi didn’t feel too uncomfortable in his room. Aime was on the other side, and though he did occasionally burst through the door for no reason, it wasn’t too often and therefore didn’t bother Hirashi too much.
Hirashi, on the other hand, is quite the heavy sleeper- for obvious reasons. It’s likely he’d need to be woken up a lot. Which is another good reason he now has Yasu. A personal alarm clock that wouldn’t mind (quite the contrary!) if you hit it. Hahahaha.
He tried to walk quickly, seeing as Yasu was, to quote him, “sleepy”. Which is still super adorable I can’t even handle it.
But anyway. He also didn’t want to be caught out here by someone with murderous intent, because, hey, wouldn’t that suck if they both died?
Anyway.
Hirashi eventually leads him to his room, smirking at the familiarity of the situation. Hasn’t this happened before?
He gently shows him in, shutting the door and…
Now he was lost.
"Um.. Make yourself… Comfortable, I guess?"
| Fumio Yasu | He could already feel himself starting to doze off as he was guided away, though he kept snapping back into the present. Almost like falling asleep in class, but then you try to wake yourself up, but you keep doing it over and over and it’s weird.
I did that during a midterm. That was weird as hell. Walking while doing it is on a whole other level of weird.
It would suck if they both died indeed! Better to keep avoiding everyone so they don’t die, otherwise there would be pain and suffering for all those around. Upupupu.
He’s easily led into the room, somewhat vacantly glancing around at his surroundings before slowly turning his attention towards Hirashi with a tilt of his head. Comfortable? Uh. Whatever made Yasu comfortable was probably not so comfortable for Hirashi. For example, falling asleep while sitting in chairs.
“Um. I could…sleep on the floor. Or a chair.” With that being said into the air, he continued to look around for a chair at least, if not, a good place to go ahead and sleep.
Ha ha, beds, what’s that?
| Hirashi Abe | Sleepy Yasu is just about my favourite thing on the planet. God.
Falling asleep in weird places is surreal and should be avoided at all costs, honestly.
Hahahaha. Good thing that’ll never happen, amiright?
Glancing up at him, Hirashi can’t help but grin a little. He sure does look tired. Kissing his cheek softly, he smirks. “Don’t fall asleep yet.” Though, behind his teasing is the slightest bit of concern. How long /had/ he been sleeping?
Don’t rule that out. Hirashi Abe can sleep in many places.
Raising his eyebrows, he scoffs ever so softly.
"I’m not letting you sleep on the floor. And I don’t think the chair will do you much good." He gestures to a swivel chair which looks far more unstable than it’s worth. "Though, if either of us has two, I can sleep on the floor. No big."
He didn’t want to come outright and say it, but he hoped Yasu would get the message.
| Fumio Yasu | The feeling of a kiss on his cheek was enough to make him once again snap out of his cycle of a dreary daze. Blinking his eyes a few times, he managed to zone out once more before tuning back just to hear about not being allowed to sleep on the floor. He turned his head over to where the gesture was and- dear gosh that was some terrible quality chair oh god.
He glances back over at Hirashi, a small frown on his face at him sleeping on the floor. This WAS Hirashi’s room after all, he’d feel bad if he had to make the owner of the room sleep on the floor.
Yasu somehow got the message, although he took a while to respond, processing the words and getting the energy to coherently say them. Somewhat of a delay to describe it.
“…Uh. What if we shared the bed… I’d feel bad if you slept on the floor, so…” Yasu, you’re absolutely tired. I’m also tired. It’s almost 4am.
| Hirashi Abe | It sure was a shitty chair.
Not understanding Yasu’s frown, he tilts his head curiously as if awaiting explanation. It’s not like he wasn’t used to stuff like that. SHSL Doormat and all.
He worried again as Yasu took a while to respond, though he hoped it was simply because he was tired and not because he said the wrong thing. That would be far more frustrating than he could currently deal with.
"If we… Ah! Yes, that’s not a bad idea." He smiled a little, reaching up to untie his hairbow.
He hoped Yasu wouldn’t think it weird that he would keep at /least/ his sweater on, but he couldn’t bear to go without it. Crossing over the room to sit daintily on his bed, he peered up at Yasu.
"I guess I mean it more literally now for you to make yourself comfortable. Don’t worry about me or anything, I’ll be fine with it all. Promise." As if to reassure his statement, he offers a wide grin, laughing softly.
At least he knows when to play up the cute factor.
| Fumio Yasu | Yasu really doesn’t think anything is weird at this point, just being tired. Someone could be doing the cha-cha right in front of him, and all he would do is probably stare blankly in the person’s direction, which he was somewhat doing now.
“…If you say so…”
Ceasing to go ahead and continue to stare any longer, he hesitantly walks over to Hirashi’s bed, sitting on the other side of where the other boy was and started to go ahead and untie his shoes. Why would he wear shoes when sleeping? Ew.
Setting the pair of shoes to the side in a near line besides one another, he sits there for a good 5 seconds until he suddenly remembers something. Aw hell, heck. Well. He can’t really tell him about his nightmares now. Maybe they won’t happen this time around? Yeah, let’s be hopeful with that.
With that thought now shoved to the side, he locates the covers of the bed and burrows underneath them, somewhat curling up in a ball. That’s the only sleeping position that he normally did, he’s strange. Ha ha.
| Hirashi Abe | Hirashi waited, instead watching Yasu’s actions with a lazy smirk. He was adorable when he was tired.
It was very endearing, to be quite honest.
Though, there was the slightest hint of concern as he curled into a ball, and Hirashi tilted his head a little. Was he okay? He did say he wanted to be there, so…
Kicking off his own shoes, he kinda. Shimmies under the covers, careful not to touch Yasu because hey some people don’t like that.
Even the mere presence of someone else is enough to get him more relaxed than he’s been in a long time, letting out a quiet sigh.
After a long moment, he contemplates tapping out a quick message, though he doesn’t want to wake Yasu up if he’s already sleeping.
As soon as he himself falls asleep you know he’s going to cuddle the shit out of Yasu. Sorry not sorry.
| Fumio Yasu | It was comfortable, burrowed in the sheets of a person he really liked. Problem is, he can’t last long under the covers completely, so after a while of staying curled up, he slowly pops his head out of the covers while rubbing hid eyes a bit, now now proceeding to vacantly staring up at the ceiling while squinting a bit.
Curses to sensitive eyes. He did have a medical reason for wearing shades indoors after all.
He lets out a sigh after sometime of staring upwards (assuming the lights are off, if they aren’t, then Yasu is going to probably quietly hiss at the light and rub at his one eye.)
Alright. Sleep. He certainly needed it after all. Closing his eyes shut, he moves one of his arms over his own face, covering his eyes as he attempts to sleep.
Yes. Please do cuddle him, he wouldn’t mind.
| Hirashi Abe | Seeing that he was, indeed awake- or, at least, half awake, Hirashi shifts a little to get more comfortable. He sort of… drapes his arm across Yasu, then stays remarkably still for some time trying too see if that’s okay.
After deciding that it likely is, he gets more comfortable, finding himself closer to sleep. Though he generally falls asleep and wakes up at the same time, he’s highly comfortable right now- hardly stressed at all! He generally doesn’t fall asleep easily in the presence of another, but something about Yasu is certainly different.
Perhaps it’s the amount of affection this boy holds for him. While Hirashi may not believe in love, he may come close this time.
Gently, his fingers tapped out a message as he began to drift off, smiling ever so softly.
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| Fumio Yasu | He was just about to drift off to sleep, when he opens his eyes semi-open at the feeling of the other’s arm across him. He smiled, turning his head over to Hirashi to go ahead and look at him.
Or rather, try. He was covering an eye with his own arm, so his vision is halfed. But better the dark than the light.
He slowly closed his eyes at the message, a soft and dreary chuckle emitting from him. Mouthing a unreadable response back, he fell asleep shortly after that.
Unfortunately, tonight wasn’t his lucky night for dreams.
| Fumio Yasu | Yasu is already asleep at this point, and man, was he starting to stir in his sleep a bit. A nightmare, to him, seemed more like a test he had to burden himself, although he was completely powerless in that dreary world.
He could feel the ground rumble under his feet, which only made him run farther and farther to get away, only to feel himself trip, and fall into a void of nothingness. It would have been nice if he hadn’t hit the ground with a thud, a dull feeling within his body as he struggled to get up.
Oh, he knew this was a dream, of course, this was a dream. Yet he couldn’t quite go ahead and manipulate it as if it were a livid dream. Or whatever the term was.
Somehow when he tried to get up, he could feel himself getting punched in the gut with that familiar strength he had recognized. It hurt, even within a dream. With his body being knocked back down to the ground, he didn’t bother to get up, laying there, in that familiar pain that he certainly didn’t enjoy. Oh no, he didn’t.
And then there was the quiet whispering he’d always hear, in that oh-so-ever familiar voice that he’d try to block out however much as he could. Covering his ears, it was then he felt a cold hand wrap around his neck and-
Then he woke up in a jolt, his breathing becoming hitched as he blinked his eyes a lot more than he’d like to. He didn’t move from that spot until a long moment had passed, allowing him to calm down a slight bit, and go ahead and start becoming clingy as well. Yes, he was going to be alright…alright…he had Hirashi after all.
| Hirashi Abe | Hirashi’s probably dreaming of his parents. It’ll make him sad for a while but he’ll forget about it.
Yasu shifting around was enough to wake Hirashi up, causing a lot of confusion for a little bit. Who the hell is in his bed. What the hell was going on. Waking up most mornings was good for him because he tended to forget what was going on.
As soon as he realized it was Yasu beside him, though, he smiled a little, shifting closer. He could definitely get used to this. He, of course, failed to notice if Yasu was uncomfortable or not, since he probably fell asleep like 3 seconds later.
Have I ever mentioned he probably talks in his sleep? He just babbles a lot very quietly but sometimes it makes sense and it’s probably cute but annoying.
What a loser.
| Fumio Yasu | That’s so cute, what the hell. Yasu doesn’t really say anything in his sleep other than a ‘where did you go’ at times. But he’s normally silent, and it wouldn’t even matter at this point. Ha ha.
He blankly stares at what’s in front of him for a couple of minutes, before going ahead and attempting to sleep again, ducking his head under the covers to go ahead and snuggle the other. Because…why not. Come on, just knock out and don’t remember any dreams…
