#himuhana

[nekomimi-sensei]

"You're so cute~"

[resonatingmirage]

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H I M U H A N A F A N M I X

i. Sarcasm [Get Scared] --you could be the corpse and I could be the killer // if I could be the devil, you could be the sinner // you could be the drugs and I could be the dealer // everything you say is like music to my ears

ii. Power and Control [Marina & the Diamonds] --think you’re funny, think you’re smart // think you’re gonna break my heart // think you’re funny, think you’re smart // yeah, you may be good looking // but you’re not a piece of art.

iii. Under Your Skin [Aesthetic Perfection] --without thinking i take what i want // my claws creeping down where it's warm // if i'm dreaming, is this wrong? // i just can't wait to get under your skin // i'm not sure what this could be // something's broke inside of me // tucked down away and out of sight // the afterhours bring it to life 

iv. Loverboy [You Me At Six] --hell had you by the throat. // you never got to heaven but you got real close. // your past has you in a choke hold // but you deserve it from what I've been told // call my bluff, say, "What do you want?" // i'm looking down at you from the top // i beg for attention in small doses // leave the scene smelling of dead roses.

v. I'm Not Your Toy [La Roux]--it's all false love and affection // you don't like me you just want the attention // i'm not your toy // this isn't another girl meets boy

vi. Toxic [A Static Lullaby]--baby, can't you see? // i'm calling // a guy like you should wear a warning // it's dangerous, i'm falling // there's no escape, i can't wait // i need a hit, baby, give me it // you're dangerous, i'm loving it // too high, can't come down // losing my head // spinning 'round and 'round // do you feel me now?

vii. Flesh [Simon Curtis] --we can get a little crazy just for fun, just for fun // don't even try to hold it back // just let go // tie me up and take me over till you're done // till I'm done // you've got me fiendin' and I'm ready to blow

viii. Can You Feel My Heart [Bring Me The Horizon] --i'm scared to get close and i hate being alone // long for that feeling to not feel at all // the higher i get, the lower i'll sink // i can't drown my demons, they know how to swim

ix. Demons [Sam Tsui & Max Cover] --they say it's what you make // i say it's up to fate // it's woven in my soul // i need to let you go // your eyes, they shine so bright// i wanna save that light // i can't escape this now // unless you show me how

x. Rolling Girl [Jubyponic] --one more time, one more time // "Please just lemme roll for another day" that's what she said, what she said // Don't you know the meanings are hidden under cover? // "One more time? Stop it's fine." // "Aren't you getting tired of doing this?" // "I'll stop your breath from rolling out... for now."

xi. Where Did I Go Wrong? [Heartist] --i used to leave you weak laying next to me, falling into your deception // cuz you played your games like you had nothing to lose // oh boy, won't you tell me something? // did my thoughts and my words mean nothing? // cuz the one thing that's left to face is the selfish way you walked away // we tried to make our lives along the way, but the bitter taste of love is all we made.

xii. Stay [Our Last Night] --ohhh the reason i hold on // ohhh cause i need this hole gone // funny you're the broken one but i'm the only one who needed saving // 'cause when you never see the lights it's hard to know which one of us is caving

xiii. Ever After [Marianas Trench] --i would make a better liar // and never face the music when it's dire // and i breathe disaster, ever after // don't pull away from me now // don't you move // can't you stay where you are, just for now // i could be your perfect disaster // you could my ever after

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yes personal rambling kinda here.

really no need to read past this point.

honestly.

This thing started as a birthday gift idea for ravenblack-tarantula months and months ago but I never managed to get it finished until now ahah WOW FAIL but so yea here darlin' your late as shit birthday gift o3o

I had so many songs to pick from! It pained me to cut it from 20 songs I had chosen as it was and this doesn't satisfy me at all still, so many covers and remixes too ehe but I wanna post it so here we go~

As everyone is aware edits are not my playground so I cheated a little, the fanart isn't of these two but hey it's convincing enough sue me. credit here.

Hope you enjoy this ♥

[resonatingmirage]

// Himuro and Hanamiya sharing clothes. HIMUR OA SAND HANAMIYA SHARING LOTHES SOMEONE TALK HEADCANON TO ME I’M GONNA EXPLODE (sharing=stealing in their case)

Himuro stealing all Hana’s weird shirts when he goes out and gets a stink-eye for returning them always smelling of sweat and cigarettes and other people. Or he doesn’t even bother with that just straight up strides to Hana and rubs his face all over the other don’t even try to argue Himuro isn’t either the angry drunk or the annoyingly clingy one. When he’s not wallowing in booze boosted self-pity. He totally steals Hana’s boxers too when possible because they’re just a little tight on him and lets be honest Tatsuya is a lil shit and gives no fucks.

Hanamiya retaliates by taking Tatsu’s favorite shoes for a walk because for someone who generally lacks any sense of limit to other people’s belongings shoes are a sacred thing do not mess with Himu’s shoes. Also print t-shirts (Himuro probably bought them to spite him anyway) which only started as a pay back for making his shirts smell like shit with Hanamiya wearing the other male’s whenever he was training. OF COURSE IT BACKFIRES ARE YOU STUPID HIMURO LOVES SHIT LIKE THAT— SHARING THINGS BUT HANA JUST FIGURES SCREW IT AND IT BECOMES A HABIT AND HELP I’VE FALLEN IN TOO DEEP WITH THIS SHIP—

Can we talk about how they totally get each other jewelry once in a while (randomly walking down the street idek and spotting something they think the other might like whoops there goes I bought it here have this asshole - Himuro just slips a necklace on Hanamiya without warning) like come on you two are killing me- I’m done here thank you bai

[resonatingmirage]

// Pacific Rim au oh man lemme tell you;

Hanamiya joins for one reason and one reason only, boredom. Okay so his crew is bored they're all done with the shit life offered to each and want to look for something new - to terrorize - and it's thrown around as a joke but then they decide why the hell not if the fuckers from their neighborhood can become Pilots they totally can too, that'll show them.

Hanamiya doesn't intent to follow through with it, he's simply humoring his mates and himself, intrigued in seeing in person what the process is like and yeah Yamazaki doesn't even make it but no one cares really they'll laugh about this in about a week or two and search for new entertainment and people who's life to mess with.

Except they don't. They continue for simulation training and find it actually exciting and new and definitely not boring-- they want to win. By any means possible. it gets to the point they don't try to pretend this is just a dumb way to pass the time because drfit training begins and no one so much as mentions backing out and informing it wasn't really their thing.

Hanamiya isn't sure why he goes with it, maybe because it's all the same at this point and for him this is merely one more way to pass the time and he likes coming out on top, proving others wrong and crushing them. If he's to drift with anyone - which the man is sure wont happen anyway because after this, this is the finish line for them no matter how much everyone seems to be enjoying themselves - the male was sure it'd be Seto. Furuhashi even.

What he doesn't expect is for goddamn Hara and Seto to be a perfect fit, surprising even themselves but then neither so much as looks like they're giving this up and it irks Hanamiya for some reason-- which only worsens when he and Furuhashi have no apparent drift compability to speak off. The only good thing about this is neither of them find a partner in the group of other trainees so that's that.

Only, it really isn't because Furuhashi joins the K-science division not long after and Hanamiya is left on his own and he feels ridiculous in a place where he doesn't belong. He tries drift testing again just for the heck of it but ultimately finds no one suitable or even smart enough to cater to him. Due to his high scores however Hanamiya is offered a coaching position eventually within the facility and the male thinks it's all the same now, he might as well see if there's any fun in that.

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Meanwhile in America Himuro and Kagami are few of the youngest Jaeger pilot pairs trained by one Alexandra Garcia who once was a fairly known pilot herself - until her partner died and the woman suffered eye damage, unable to drift ever again, thus no longer fit to be a pilot.

The two are still new to this all compared to some of the older players but the pair has a few Kaiju kills down their belt and are training even more vigorously each passing day. Until, one day they fall out of sync while out there fighting and it nearly cost both their lives if there had not been another Jaeger in the field.

It is taken as a one time thing, minimal testing issued due to the earlier drift scores the two of them have previously shown, they should be top notch. Then it happens again and this time they don't get away with just a small scare.

It is decided before thorough investigation on why this occurred neither are to be let out there. Himuro feels horrible and blames himself and Kagami knows this which makes him miserable and they are tense and don't talk about it don't talk to Alex because it feels like they failed her and each other but Himuro knows it's his fault and when they finally are forced to confront the matter, he explodes.

It's only months later Kagami is sent to Japan, and they never hear of each other after that.

Himuro takes upon position of co-trainer to have something to do on his hands and trying not to trip over his demons, not wanting to try find a new drift partner even when the higher ups kept insisting on it. Alex understands him, but doesn't excuse his behavior.

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Kagami's adventures in Japan go interestingly enough, he's still reeling from what happened with Himuro so he's not really ready for anything nor is his head or heart in it so he doesn't bother sightseeing much, ushered straight to work.

He's not sure what's expected of him and he has no hopes of finding a new partner and even less wishes to pilot one with someone else than Tatsuya-- but that's impossible now, and even though he loves the job the whole thing between them- years and years of build relationship between the two wiped off as if nothing. It hurts.

He only goes through drift training because he's told to and as if anyone's surprised nothing comes of it. Until someone suggest he pair up with this guy that looks half his size and the idea itself is simply ridiculous-- but it's as if by magic the two of them click instantly and it comes as a surprise for both, bad and a good one for each.

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Kuroko and Aomine had been excellent in drift compability and training, everyone assuming they'd be one of the best once they got in the field and got used to actual fighting-- only for the drift to fail on first try. And the second. There never was a third time.

Aomine didn't manage to find anyone even close to the same wavelength than he and Tetsu had been, whereas months later Kuroko unexpectedly found a partner in one American red head.

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Fast forward about two years as the government shut down the base in Los Angeles (there is actually one in PR!canon aw yeah) for good - rumors of it had been floating in the air for ages now, and most personnel were moved to Shatterdome in Japan, with grim hope it would not be shut down as well with the fools thinking a wall of any kind would be able to hold the Kaiju at bay.

They knew better- Himuro knew better, and the fact he couldn't do a damn thing about it anyway only angered him. As did leaving his home because there was nothing left for him anymore, Alex had told she would be relocating in japan as well in the coming weeks, having to take care of something first. He did not ask, knowing it wasn't the male's place.

Himuro only went for training because it was required of all new comers, no matter if they were active pilots or never stepped inside a Jaeger, yet even the exercise helped nothing to brighten his mood, if only improving his rooted indifference towards the whole system.

Until drift testing rounds the corner and the male feels even possibly more disheartened, wanting to be anywhere but there. The fact that he could run into Taiga any minute did not help ease his nerves one bit but he tried to focus simply on striking down one unfortunate soul trying for piloting after another.

It was useless, he simply would never get inside a Jaeger and fight against humanity's threat if for nothing then to reassure himself, try to make him feel better or some shit.

He could continue as a trainer instead, that would make little difference either way what with it being clear the headquarters situated across the globe were systemically being brought down, it would only be a matter of time the one in Tokyo was wiped off as well and they had even less of a chance of surviving. 

--WHY IS THIS SO LONG--

So then obviously Hanamiya is one of those overseeing the session because he's got nothing better to do and it's not as if he's looking for a partner himself, long ago deciding it wasn't for him. seeing Himuro made him pause however, noting the way the other moved like liquid, smooth and always out of grasp from the others.

After the sixth win - or lose, however you watch it - for the black haired male Hanamiya himself walked over, a predatory grin in place already as he challenged the man looking as if he had a better place to be yet smacking down trainees as if flies.

It wasn't a revelation for him, nor excitement when Hanamiya was the one to land on his ass first, glaring at the other male while his grin merely widened as they circled each other and he moved to strike only for Himuro to step to the side and bring his pole up faster to counter than he'd yet to see anyone done out of this bunch.

This continued for a good while until Himuro was the one taking the next hit, wasting no time in recovering as he jabbed Hanamiya and this went back and forth for few rounds before Riko - damned woman - called quits and declared with an oddly pleased, if not wondering tone that they seem to have found their first match.

..YEA OKAY THIS IS JUST TOO LONG ALREADY I'M GONNA--

Himuro finds his spark again okay he didn't even remember how much he wanted this before it was actually granted to him and he wants out there more than anything now and he's going to make it work even if it kills him and--- it's weird. For both of them.

There are times they work together but mostly it's a hostile yet quiet tension between the two and yeah yeah FIRST DRIFT THEY SCREW IT UP SO BAD HIMURO YELLS AND HANAMIYA PUNCHES HIM HAHAHAHA

few days of cooling off and they try again - there was talking which I'm really not about to write about here (also ghost drifting whoops) - and it goes well it goes fucking fantastic and they try not to care they are exposing themselves to each other and IT WORKS OKAY THEY'RE LETHAL OUT IN THE FIELD AND GET THEIR OWN MARK-3 JAEGER REPAIRED FROM THE HIT IT'S TOOK YEARS AGO AND HAS BEEN UNDER WORK--

They name it Mirage Raven because fuck you I'm a sap 

THE END

except not

Imayoshi and Momoi as head tech I'm so down for this

KASAMATSU AND KISE DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME

somewhere a lone Mura wanders

there was Nijimura and Akashi combo at one point but Niji left because of his father's health and Akashi refused to pilot again, the bitter little thing

MIDOTAKA WITH MOST KILLS HECK YEAH BADASS TEAM

Aomine is just a sad and angry case I'm sorry (maybe he gets in on that KagaKuro and it works)

KIYOSHI AND HYUUGA

KIYOSHI AND HYUUGA

KITHJSIDFBSD FN

someone please write this I need everything thank you bai ;U;

[ravenblack-tarantula]

Resonatingmirage: { I have something for you and it’s not even complete because that’s what you get u.u

A mix of medieval times kinda and reincarnated lovers with only Hanamiya with the memories have fun Michie *throws at and flees* }

HimuHana

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It was a fairly warm night compared to the rains beating down on the lands past five days, shaping the ground to its liking with help of muddy feet and passing carts pulled by sturdy hoofs sinking into soft and giving dirt. Makoto had opted for the long black cape draped over his shoulders still, hood pulled up and barely covering his face from any curious eyes during his trip to the one place he should not be seen in.

Where he kept coming back swore after another to himself to steer away from for good.

He never truly, actually believed in being capable of that, even more irritating was how he wasn’t the only one aware of this fact so painfully obvious and rooted in him Makoto knew it was a vain attempt at best trying to fight his.. urges. The man sneers at the word, how it sits on his tongue and sounds seven kinds of wrong because that’s not what it is at all and knowing this makes the whole thing that much more grating on his nerves. It’s pathetic what it is, but he can’t stop the feeling of longing, the memories flooding in like a painted canvas behind closed lids in the quiet of the night.

It’s a lost battle. Has been from the very beginning.

Kicking the drunk passed out on the alley smelling of something offensively rotten and a lot like piss out of his way Makoto makes his way towards set destination whilst ignoring groans left behind and anyone else loitering on the edges of the narrow alley, tries not to pay attention to knowledge over how he does this every week, same day – take or give a couple hours- same time.

Grateful for only a second to get away from the smell of filth Makoto doesn’t bother hiding his disgruntled face when he steps inside the warm house brimming with noises and movements visible outside as humming beat and occasional giggles, mere shadows dancing in the corners of curtained windows. It smells vaguely of sweet apples and cheap perfume, sweat clinging to exposed skin of every other person he decidedly does not glare at.

The male takes steps forward, impatient for a whole another reason than what drove him here in the first place, eyes searching but not finding their mark Makoto scoffs, about to shove the nearest couple engaged in indecent activity which would get them arrested anywhere but here out of his path when long, bony fingers find his, a fleeting touch and then they’re slipping under the sleeve of shirt and wrapped around wrist.

“Lord Hanamiya.” It sounds almost mocking if the sharp smirk accompanied and an entirely too pleased tone carrying the name weren’t the first thing the male noticed, narrowing his eyes briefly before nodding his head towards the stairs at the side.

He’s met with an unreadable smile that puts Makoto on edge, the muscles around his mouth constricting like he’s not sure whether to answer in similar fashion or growl at how even now the raven haired male remains a mystery to him. It’s infuriating. And a lot pathetic he decides when Tatsuya maneuvers them through the crowd of people packed in the hall, hand firmly clasped on the male’s wrist even when there’s no need for it, heading up the stairs and into the far back of the second floor where his room is.

It should make his skin crawl at the way it’s all so natural, the idea of it, but he doesn’t care as much for what he’s doing here (liar) than what the other male has to do on a daily basis, chained to the house for life unless someone frees him and—it’s ridiculous, fucking gross. Makoto wants nothing more than to do exactly that, pay for the other to walk away but knows far well it is impossible. At least he’s aware where Tatsuya is, now. Alive.

However little that eases him, it doesn’t make it any less aggravating and the deep desire of wanting to hunt down every single one of the fuckers who has so much as touched a hair on Tatsuya’s body and make sure they won’t be back. Won’t be nothing left to come back with.

A door is pushed open and one visible brow quirked up in almost question as Tatsuya looks back but does not give voice to his own thoughts, instead pulling the male in and locking the door, flashing yet another insufferable smile at him. “Missed me?”

It’s not really a question, Makoto realizes, but doesn’t bother doing more than shooting a venomous glare at the slightly taller male when the other brings his hand – the one not loosely gripping a thin wrist, so annoyingly warm – to move the hood off Makoto’s face, knuckles brushing at cheek before the cloth is pushed all the way off to reveal minimally disheveled hair beneath and bring a flicker of light into brown orbs.

Swallowing down a plain mockery he grins, tasting something wicked and equally miserable on tongue as Makoto presses into the other man’s space, pushing him firmly against the door a breath away from devouring Tatsuya. “Speak for yourself, wench.”

[resonatingmirage]

Dead Weight

pairing/characters: HimuHana / Hanamiya, Himuro words: 2060 summary: Hunger Games au. Fragment of an unlikely alliance.

Himuro had graciously handed him the first watch turn, laid out on the hard ground like it had been the best thing the male had been able to do in all of his life (possibly the last few days in reality, and it wouldn’t be much exaggeration even) and mentioned to keep an eye on the trees, no hint of visible exhaustion in sight if not for the darkened skin under eye turned away from Hanamiya.

He wondered if it was utter stupidity the other had deemed it safe to avert his full attention away from the shorter teen, leave his back vulnerable with knowledge Hanamiya could – would strike when opportunity rose.

It must have been clear for the other teen why he had not yet went for it and instead kept up with this false camaraderie and no matter what his pride alone may allow to admit to, much less out loud, he did need Himuro.

Did.

It proved only a bit of a difficulty to move from his spot as swift and precise in the eerily soundless night as he had managed when the games begun, anyone with leg pierced by an arrow two days previously would agree it was an admirable feat when he gripped the knife and paused only for a second to take this moment in and relish in how foolish of a farce the taller male was.

A second too long.

“If you’re going to do it, I’d advise to go for it now.” There was no surprise in the roughened voice below, no trace of belief Hanamiya would follow through with his intention, or perhaps it was the complete opposite with the male certain this was not the time or place for their final showdown, but knew far well they would have to confront it at some point.

There could be only one victor, a lone survivor.

No reason to pretend this was not what it was. Hanamiya’s lips curved into a malicious grin as he leaned further over the male looking all appearances as if still asleep, if he had at any point truly been anyway. “Thanks for the worthless advice. I didn’t need it.”

Burying steel nearly all the way to the hilt into the ground only inches away from the other male’s nose granted him satisfaction of seeing Himuro flinch as eyes snapped open ( he has seen glimpses so far but confirming there was a scar over the left one mostly hidden under silken locks had him unable to tear dilated gaze from the deformed skin for a moment) to throw something that resembled a glare if you looked at it from the right angle at him, head turning along the shift of body from lying sideways to rest on his back as if none of this made Himuro threatened. Like brush of hips against his own held nothing. The nerve.

There’s a considering look, but for once no hidden messages or covered meaning behind a careful mask of aggravating smiles. It should not be so exhilarating. “So why haven’t you killed me yet?” Plain curiosity.

What a ridiculous question, considering everything he’s even more boggled why Himuro haven’t rid of him by now– why the male had saved him in the first place – yet Hanamiya himself was torn, why hasn’t he? “What’s stopping you?” He countered.

Smile making an appearance spiked up the irritation pulsing in his veins as knife was yanked free and Hanamiya moved it with conviction to slice that long pale throat open for good, stopping short of succeeding as blade came in contact with neck, mud smeared in a neat line on the otherwise spotless expanse of white. It was hardly visible but Himuro’s face drew into a frown, noticeable in the way his mouth pulled down a hint and then the expression was gone just as fast as he was able to recognize for what it was, replaced with a mix of serious gleam in steel grey eye and amusement carrying a declaration, promise, if he believed in that. “I have a plan.”

“A plan.” Echoed into the night, Hanamiya skeptical with every right to be so and he’s half prepared to deliver the last blow and be done with it just for that, having no intentions to engage in anything potentially self-compromising matters in the environment they have been thrown in— if it wasn’t for the dagger pointed at his own throat. He’s not disappointed. Yet. “What exactly does this plan of yours carry within? In case you have forgotten only one walks out of the arena alive dumbass. What possible reason would make me stop from casting aside simply another obstacle from attaining that now, hmm, Himuro?”

Somewhere in the back of his mind he recalls a discussion of similar kind during training, doesn’t want to know whether there is correlation between these two moments. To admit he was always going to end up here, regardless what Hanamiya’s choices were.

“We can both emerge victorious, but I will tell you when we get there.” Said with such confidence and certainty Hanamiya almost wanted to believe, in something more, what he couldn't grasp and how disgusting was the thought of this alone. “Have no reason, don’t need to have one. Same as I could spill your blood but won’t, why? Because you know as well as me we cannot take on the three of them on our own. If you are so eager to rush into your death that’s your choice, but I hope you are prepared for what it means.”

He acknowledged the other was right, grudgingly, in the state Hanamiya currently was he had no chance alone, but what made no sense to him was why Himuro thought this of himself as well. Contrary to what most everyone had believed before the bloodbath, before everything (as the sneaky shit had made it so, making absolutely everyone involved in the games and outside think he had no real, special skills) the male was perfectly capable of singe handedly dealing with two heavily armed tributes driven by the most dangerous combination of fear and desperation to stay alive, even if element of surprise had been on his side. A spear piercing the girl’s chest who had been advancing on him with every intent of murder in her crazed eyes, collapsing only a feet away from Hanamiya was proof enough, if the way Himuro moved in the ensuing brawl – though laughably short – like an untouchable force you couldn’t grasp even when in front of you.

He had seen in the starting lines (kicking his district companion out of balance, gleeful for the fleeting second of horror on her face before running to the woods) when people had in mass chaos tried to grab a bag for them and defend themselves how Himuro hadn’t even made a move until most had cleared out of his way, targeting the last ones to have taken hold of a weapon when the girl from District 3 had been unaware of a threat from back with fleeing in such haste, and bare handed snapped her neck before sprinting off into the woods with acquired goods.

First of the many following instances where the wolf beneath tore through sheep skin pulled on for diversion. He wanted more.

Not to mention they-- Himuro had a bow in possession now, though only two arrows left, it was as if he was mocking the shorter male in insisting he was needed when Hanamiya knew the truth. Then, for what purpose was the plan for? If there was one.

A cannon fired and muscles tensed in his own weary body as well as the one laying half beneath him, even after so many times of hearing it the knowledge there was only the two of them left— tribute from District 5 – Hayama Kotarou – informed dead before the deafening noise had even fully subsided confirmed they’d (as if he had agreed to go with this to the end) be against the very group of tree lumped together which had been topic now. There was no one else left.

“I say you’re full of bullshit. Do not think for one second I’m not aware you will stab me in the back when I’m not looking, is that it? That is your plan? How majestic.” He scoffed, pure guess but it’d make sense, it was what he expected and was fully prepared for.

“You are free to think so if you want.” There was still that unusually quiet seriousness in Himuro’s gaze, like the one he only adopts when in combat usually, now void of humor completely. “ This is your chance then, go ahead, Hanamiya.”

Adding pressure to the knife still held firmly against pale throat, eyes narrowed as his tone dipped lower in empty warning, “Don’t tempt me.”

“I’m not.” Countered nearly immediately, but there was no fright or hastiness in the firmness of words. He couldn’t decipher the look crawling across Himuro’s features then, something new and oddly vulnerable in its steadfastness, but that didn’t stop him from trying to analyze. He comes up empty. “I’m telling you to trust me.”

Barking out a harsh laugh in time with the taller male withdrawing his weapon as if to make a point, Hanamiya couldn’t decide between wanting to twist the knife in his own hold through tender flesh and bathe in a spray of crimson just for the last laugh, be it his last masterpiece in this pathetic field of play, or spare them both to see what tomorrow brought. Well. He could always have both.

“Trust. I didn’t think you were such a moron.” Unheard of, between tributes of two different districts no less, this could never end well no matter how much Himuro wanted to insist on this grand plan he apparently had. On its workability.

Discerning smile he’s far gotten sick of having to witness before his very vision for days made an appearance, and he almost imagined the other to shrug, as if he wasn’t playing with life here and it wouldn’t matter either way. “Worth a try. Is it not?”

It would be easy as picking wings off a fly for him to put an end to this strange companionship now, yet above winning, above coming out on top Hanamiya was more interested in seeing what cards the other teen was possibly holding in his hand, whether it was a bluff, or an ace hidden in sleeve.

Himuro himself had taken the initiative, just him placing the trusted dagger on the ground was him not only telling Hanamiya to trust the male, but to let him return the favor. How odd. How utterly, appalling. Features confronting into a sneer he drew back, sheathing knife as eyes fixed the taller male with a partly annoyed look. “If you try anything I will kill you— even if you won’t, I will kill you.” He was finding this whole thing too much of an entertainment.

Another look he had no hope of understanding directed at Hanamiya with an almost casual flare as Himuro pushed himself upright to his eye level, not relief but something sounding a lot like it framing his words, “I know.” A glance at their surroundings and the male jumped on his feet, stretching for a few breaths before nodding towards the forest illuminated by darkness, occasional rays of moonlight breaking through. “Get some rest, I will take guard.”

He didn’t understand what Himuro was thinking, wonders if he would comprehend even part of what the taller teen was trying to archive here before the finish line, reasons for making him an ally for the time being when he could have just as easily thrown that spear at him, that irritating smile and borderline arrogant attitude in believing he’d somehow survive this. That they both would get through alive.

As if that was possible. But Hanamiya steps back and allows the male to show direction for now, for until he has served purpose.

( Hanamiya never does hear it straight from him, but the answer is weaved between words rasped in silent desperation against his ear, clear as day and louder than thundering of heart against his ribcage even as blood flows between trembling fingers and down bruised wrist. Everything about Himuro feels so warm, so incredibly warm. )

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A/N: I actually have this whole thing plotted out but somehow ended up writing a part near the middle- towards end really. I can't write long fics haha will see if I ever end up writing the rest of it either or post some drabbles like this one but eh yeah have this *lies down* I need to stop coming up with au's in which one of them dies >_>

[resonatingmirage]

Oh, look it's me again ovo

{ Oh look it’s me writing again ouo — I actually was starting to get an idea (I swear it wasn’t all angst) on the third listen when out of the blue hello Hunger Games AU! whoops. THEN. THEN. I remembered that soulmates plot and ouch ;w; }

saldfkhj no but the problem with them – of the many – is how Hanamiya keeps insisting Himuro is the broken one yet they have both had their troubles in the past and it’s molded them into who they are today, but where Himuro needs someone to remind him he’s not as lost a case as he himself thinks and he can do shit and needs to stop dwelling on past and everything so much (majority of this all is in his head honestly, self-inflicted) Hanamiya doesn’t want to change, doesn’t know how and why. It’s all kinds of screwed on both sides really—but then that’s what makes it work too? Because even if Birdie isn’t capable of nurturing Himuro he speaks the truth and is.. well mostly straightforward when it comes to other people and sometimes that’s enough of a reminder, what he needs. And while Himuro in some strange way, partly for self-satisfactory reasons probably wants the other to lean on him, you know maybe he thinks something really twisted has to have gone down for him to turn that way, but it’s so deep he has no hope of reaching it, recognizing it’s really part of who Hanamiya is now so.. he accepts it.

Except his way of basketball.

[pseudo-clyde]

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