โโi'mโnotโaโviolentโdogโ.โiโdon'tโknowโwhyโiโbiteโ.โโ (there's no fucking way that quote is here!!!! Okuyasu and Maria!!!!)
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ that shared the same kind of grief, about a life that couldn't be or expectations placed on their shoulders that were shattered due to being unable to fulfill the role. A reluctant acceptance of defeat before finding courage to push forward, because their lives were theirs at the end of the day.
ย ย ย ย ย It was odd to think so pessimistically at such age, but life had its ways to shape people : to be ruthless in order not to be crushed, to become a stepping stool in order to feel useful. Olive green eyes looked at the boy next to her, curiously studying him with a side-glance before she looked up towards the sky. Maria didn't want him to feel observed, not when he was finally opening up.
ย ย ย ย ย What an odd day, she thought as she scooted closer to the boy, their shoulders bumping as if quietly offering comfort while the words hung in the air. Nijimura Okuyasu was the type of guy who made everyone forget just what kind of life he had been subjected to. It was quite a feat, since he didn't actively try. He was living his life as best as he could, simply facing whatever challenge life tossed at him. On the other hand, Maria was overly conscious of her efforts to appear cheery and without worries, she had done it thus far. No real reason to stop.
ย ย ย ย ย Maybe, maybe today was a special occasion. Looking at the ground, she reached to place her hand above his, before intertwining their fingers and squeezing his hand. It was rough to the touch, it indicated the life that he led under a shadow. Before he became a blinding light of his own.
ย ย ย ย ย โ You are not some dog, Oku โ, her reprimand came out as a soft whisper from their proximity, as if she was trying to keep this conversation a secret from the world. Her gaze kept looking at their joined hands, the differences of their lives up until now reflected on them in subtle ways. โ You can be violent and you can bite, but never without reason... I know you have a golden heart, much bigger than mine. If you attack, it's never out malice โ.
ย ย ย ย ย โ It's self-defense, and there's nothing wrong with trying to survive. To live, to look forward whatever is out there... โ, she recalled painful memories of the past filled with dread from trying to solve their predicament quickly, how she couldn't participate due to being hospitalized. A heavy sigh left past her lips, and she rested her head on his upper arm while slowly letting go off his hand, instead she hugged her knees close to her chest while using him as support. If he compared himself to a dog, truly she was no different. Their approaches, maybe, Keichou hadn't been kind whereas Keisuke couldn't be present. One learnt to growl and show their fangs, another learnt to hopelessly wait by the door with a wagging tail for endless hours. โ Uhm... I'm proud of you, and I know that kinda came out of left field but..! It felt sorta right to say it. I'm glad that you're still here and doing your best, Oku โ.