#ch: hiro

[loudgothbf]

He never counted on being late, but after a sluggish morning and time spent cooking breakfast he'd had to dash down the hall of the dorms to try and meet the elevator. He had a busy schedule today, help out with classes in Hope's Peak's secondary department before attending a few in person lectures for his spot in the after-program. He skid around the corner, sneakers squeaking against the tile floor as he pushed into the elevator right before it closed, sighing softly in relief when he'd managed to make it in time--not seeing his partner for the ride.--@gearsofintelligence

Hibiki had barely dragged himself out of bed this morning, much less to class, much less to this class. God, he'd been dreading it all day. He was starving and dizzy, and now he stood in the elevator trying to distract himself with some studying so he didn't have to think about how close the walls were to him. At first he barely notices that the doors are closing, he's much too focused with keeping himself standing. But after a moment he feels an odd discomfort, so he looks up.

And immediately he wants to sink to the ground. Even if he knew it was going to happen eventually, in literally a few minutes, he'd been holding his breath for it to be in those few minutes, and not now. Not right now.

He feels the elevator jolt to life for a moment, but only for a moment. As he opens his mouth, he feels it scrape to a halt. It jolts, making him stumble, the lights flickering, the floor shuddering, the momentum slamming him into the wall. Hiro. It's Hiro. And now... now he's... The door's not opening. The door's not opening and it's not moving and it's stuck and it's small and it's stuck and it's Hiro and--

"No."

@gearsofintelligence

[loudgothbf]

A knock resounds at the door, once, twice, three times. Hiroki Fukuyama stands on the other end, worry on his face and laden on his brow "Hibiki--?" He calls, chewing his lip "Hibiki are you there--?" He was worried having heard something bad had happened to secret and knew that Hibiki wouldn't be coping well at all.--@gearsofintelligence

There's a long, lingering silence from the other side of Hibiki's door. Then, after a moment, a distinct shuffling noise can be heard, followed by the click of the lock. The handle doesn't budge, the door doesn't open but it is now unlocked, and the only person who would have done that is Hibiki, who waits patiently on the other side of the door, squirming with excitement. Exactly the kind of person I needed.

@gearsofintelligence

[loudgothbf]

Out in the hall a certain brunette trots up to Hibiki after class, fidgeting with the glasses on his face "Hibiki--" He knew he didn't want to talk to him at all but he knew Hibiki had been talking to people about the two of them and what he'd heard him saying wasn't exactly very nice. "Can--can we talk...?"

@loudgothbf

Hibiki startles, whirling around with wide, terrified eyes, reflexively taking a defensive step back. Immediately, his face hardens, anger and disgust twisting his expression. He folds his arms, squeezing his nails absentmindedly into his skin. "No. Why would you think we could? Think I've made it pretty clear that I don't want to talk to you."

@gearsofintelligence

[loudgothbf]

Hiro took a deep breath and sighed before entering the room, why did this make him nervous? Because even after everything it boggled his mind how he could get someone as amazing as Hibiki. Going on dates--even stay at home ones, still filled him up with nerves "hey baby?" He pauses before giving a small smile "you um...wanna uh...go on a date?"--🔧🔧(Hiroki)

Hibiki cocks an eyebrow at him, smirking to himself. It was still amusing to him that Hiro always seemed nervous when they went out with each other. He sets his laptop to the side and sits up straighter, letting his head fall to the side. “Sure, babe, I’d love to. What’d you have in mind?”

It’d been a while since they’d been on an actual date. Most of the time they spent together was sleeping, since their schedules were so different, and since Hiro got back, they hadn’t been physically intimate, either, so that part of their relationship was put on a temporary hold. Or at least Hibiki hoped it would be temporary. There really hadn’t been a lot of conversation, actually, and instead of sex replacing it as usual, it was filled in by tired silence.

@electronicintelligence

[loudgothbf]

Hibiki had made a habit of getting up before Hiro, wiggling his way out of his grasp, and attempting to make him breakfast in bed. So far, he hadn’t done much burning. Singeing, maybe. A little extra crispy, definitely. But nothing burnt. Toast, eggs, bacon or sausage, rice, orange juice, and water. A big breakfast, definitely, but Hiro had been starving and Hibiki had wasted plenty of food trying to practice for this exact-- or, well, a similar-- situation. This morning was going to be special, though. Hibiki was going to make him pancakes. Well, it was going to be waffles, but he had expected a lot of himself to do that. So pancakes it is.

The kitchen was a mess by the time he finished them, and managed to mostly roll the eggs without them breaking apart, and chop the fruit, and arrange everything on a tray with the orange juice in one hand. He had to use his foot to open the door, but he managed it just fine, slipping quietly into the room and whispering to Hiro as he set the orange juice on the night stand and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Hey, baby, good morning. I made you breakfast again.”

@electronicintelligence​

[apennywasted]

Lucky Duck & the Robot Kid|| Hirmus

[ @hamadaxrobotics ]

The bell over the little cafe’s door chimed happily as Seamus pushed into the place, vaguely remembering from a debacle a few months back that the place had been inviting and that it had smelled wonderful inside. He’d been meaning to come back but he’d gotten caught up in trying to acclimate to town life, to researching InterPride and trying to get his life mostly sorted. 

Seamus thought that he’d done an alright job of the first two. Now just to get onto the last. He’d made himself go outside more, learn the layout of the town and spend time among people. So far he’d managed to do it fairly decently, as much as it may have made him uncomfortable. A lot of things had, lately, though he hardly showed it. He’d been locked up inside his old home in the states for so long, wallowing in his own misery, that he had forgotten what it was like to see friendly faces. The Scot still did, still wallowed and still grieved (he never really thought he would get over grieving) but it was...better. 

Pasting on a smile that probably didn’t quite reach his eyes, the older man flagged down a young, darker haired man rushing around at the front of the cafe. “’scuse me, lad? I jus’ want a one person table. Ye have a pie bar I can sit at or do I need tah take up a booth?”

[tadashii-hamada-blog]

"Step on a lego!"

Fight/argument sentence starters.  

And… all tension was broken with that one overly frustrated threat. Hiro was deadly serious, eyebrows knit and nostrils flared in the usual angry way. His older brother couldn’t stop laughing for a long while though, taking deep dragging breaths when it finally started to calm.

"Step on a lego?" he repeated with a dry chuckle, trying not to burst into laughter again "Really? Is that the best you can come up with?"