the silence of the library was broken by the small chime of her phone, unmistakable to her ears -- the default ringtone of an old phone, long obsolete. fumbling with the device she stands, an apologetic glance sent towards the other girl in the library, sitting a few tables away, as she took the call -- walking briskly out into the hallway.
moments pass, then minutes, && finally hoshi returns. walking even quicker than before she nearly into the chair she'd left ajar while leaving, && with trembling hands she began to gather her things. swallowing thickly she fought back the tears threatening to spill over, thinking over the words the woman from the hospital had told her.
' your brother was hospitalized an hour ago, he's fallen into a coma. you're the only emergency contact who answered our calls. ' without realizing it a small whimper had escaped her, && she reached up to her face to find it wet with tears. shaking now she steadied herself on the table, eyes darting upwards as she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye.
❝ uhm... hello o, ok, oka, okane-san... ❞ her voice shook with her body, && it cracked with the emotions in turmoil behind the crumbling mask of calm she'd attempted to put up. // @marisile ; closed starter
the lesson had been miserable. he felt the relief like a physical weight being lifted when they were finally dismissed from the final period. but a nagging worry wouldn’t let him relax, not completely -- kimiko had known a little too much about blackmail for his comfort, and after a quick google search of her family name, he could see why. they were one of the last jobs he worked with his parents. and thinking back on it, he might have even seen kimiko at the time...
he had to know for sure.
❛ ... hey, kimiko-san. you, uh -- you really knew a lot about this last lesson. can i ask, uh -- can i ask why you know so much about extortion? ❜
The worst part of being alone was that there was no one with him to make up for his absolute lack of social skills and deal with people in his place.
“… Uhm… well...” which is why his current situation sucked.
He still wasn’t sure of why Fatgum sent him for this specific patrol, alone with another intern while he went on his way with Kirishima, and honestly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
Was it too late to consider changing office for his internship?
… On second thought, most offices had to deal with a lot of media too, and he didn’t think- no, he was sure he couldn’t deal with that.
aoi stared at his classmate as she kept apologizing for accidentally spilling something on his sketch book. he knew she didn’t do it on purpose, but having her say sorry for the tenth time--he couldn’t take it. “kimiko-san, breathe. it’s nothin to cry ‘bout. i have a shitton ‘n i could always buy ‘nother after school.” even though he was trying to calm her down, his tone was gruff.
marisile answered your ask “[ text; ] it's 3 am and i can't sleep”
Body felt like it was on fire as Katsu laid in his bed trying to get the four hours of sleep he was only going to get from coming home so late. Tossing and turning wasn’t making him anymore comfortable and the blankets were adding to the heat. Lazily lifting up his bare arm, Katsu laid his forearm across forehead. “No.” His closed eyes were now opened now looking at the semi lit ceiling of his room as he denied the warm feeling coming from his forehead. Lifting up his arm once again, he used the back of his hand to confirm. “No, no, nooo.” He was sick, a fever to be exact. Pushing the blankets off, the air of his room that was usually comfortable felt like heaven on his skin, but only for a brief moment. He couldn’t afford to be sick.
His head pounded as the bright light of his phone shined on his face like the sun. Was it making him feel warmer or was it the fever getting worse? He groaned as he scrolled through his phone trying to get to his messages. He stopped on Hitomi’s name and thought, she wouldn’t be up. He looked down at the next name that was Hibiki’s. Katsu remembered her saying that she was going to study and go to bed earlier that day so she definitely wouldn’t be up. His only hope was Kimiko. Pressing her name, then the message box, his keyboard popped up. His motor skills were slower than usual and it frustrated him just a bit. How sick was he?
[ to: Okane Kimiko 💮 ] “I’m sorry if I’m waking you.”
The words he was trying to find were stuck behind the fog of his mind, but his fingers still moved.
[ to: Okane Kimiko 💮 ] “It’s 3am and I can’t sleep.”
He stared at the letters and wasn’t sure if it was acceptable, but there was nothing he could do now, he had sent it and now all he could do was wait.
The sheets stuck his skin making him feel even more irritated than before, but that soon went away when the phone in his right hand started to vibrate.
[ from: Okane Kimiko 💮 ] “Is something wrong? Are you feeling well?”
The feeling of relief spread throughout his body as his eyes burned from the bright screen, but a small part of him felt bad if he had woken her up for something so simple as a fever.
[ from: Okane Kimiko 💮 ] “Do you want to talk?”
[ from: Okane Kimiko 💮 ] “I’m free to call, if you’d like.”
He had to collect his thoughts once again. Calling her would be better than texting, his mind was so clouded he wasn’t sure what he would type and he didn’t want to regret it when he did get better.
[ to: Okane Kimiko 💮 ] “Calling is ok, but would your parents get angry?”
Groaning again, he realized how selfish he was being. He hadn’t even taken into consideration that she could’ve gotten in trouble especially for being up so late, it was 3am after all.
[ to: Okane Kimiko 💮 ] “I’m really sorry if I woke you up.”
Had he already said that?
[ to: Okane Kimiko 💮 ] “I just don’t want you to get in any kind of trouble because of me.”
Katsu’s headache started to get worse the longer he looked at his screen. Removing it from his sight, he closed is eyes hoping it would bring some kind of release from this monster of a headache.
❛ there you are, okane-san -- i wanted to thank you again for the coffee this morning... ❜ his voice trails off, noticing her face carries an expression of... worry, perhaps? he follows her gaze to her phone, making sure to squint so as not to accidentally activate his quirk. forgot his goggles back in his dorm. whoops.
❛ is something wrong with your phone? are people fighting in the messenger again? ❜
