#qiiuyue

[tragedicn]

“I always knew you aren't a damsel in distress, waiting for a noble hero." (Pantalone > Signora)

dusting her dress off, a scoff falling from her lips as she looks towards the other harbinger, "i learned early on, if i wanted saving, i needed to do it myself," rosalyne retorts, inspecting her clothes for any remain dirt or stains that might be infringing on her figure.

sure, once upon a time, she'd wish for someone to save her. back when he's still alive. back when she had a KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR waiting for her at home when she was off at the akademiya . . . but when she returned to war and massacre, with no one to save her or her beloved . . . she learned QUICKLY only she could save herself.

"were you waiting for a CHANCE to have me owe you a favor?" she asks, a tilt of her head as she crosses her arms. it sounded like that's what he wanted. to have her owe him. favors from one another is a good BOON to have. "you're going to have to try harder for that," rosalyne huffs, moving to leave.

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“I'm afraid of ruining everything." (Hisato > Shuhui)

he can sympathize. he understands where hisato is coming from, he does . . but he also knows that it's not a HEALTHY way of thinking. one's bound to get STUCK with that kind of thinking.

hands reaching out, tentatively taking hisato's hands into his own, "don't let it take over your life, that fear . . ." shuhui urges gently, giving the other's hands a squeeze, "you'll never move on like that . . . you're stopping yourself from seeing so much more," he says, choosing his words slowly and carefully.

"there's so much more out there, if you're so scared of ruining things . . . you're going to have so many regrets," shuhui says, "it's not bad to be afraid. it's good, but don't let it consume your entire life, it's okay to reach out and try. RUINED things can be fixed," shuhui insists.

"and if it's any solace, i'm more than happy to take the leaps with you," shuhui beams, "and we can fix things TOGETHER. it's less daunting and scary if you have a partner,"

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“i'm so happy you didn't,   like,   die.” (Imayoshi > Jieun) 

"i can't tell if that's sarcastic or like genuine," jieun replies, brows furrowing. there's always something ODD about imayoshi, she likes to think she is capable of reading people easily . . . but something about the other makes it absolutely TOO HARD to understand what goes on in his head. "yeah, i'm glad i didn't, like, die, too" jieun sinks into her seat. she didn't think she'd cross paths with the other ever again, especially after she quit escorting. especially when she decided to take her services ONLINE and in the safety of her apartment . . . but here she is, an old friend across from her.

a friend . . . can she even call him that? does he consider her a friend? they're probably more acquaintances that used to be in the same field of work than anything else . . .

"you look like you've moved up the world," jieun says, not quite hiding the BITTERNESS in her tone. the envy that snuck into her statement. "what have you been up to? must be somethin' good, looking at the way you dress," she muses.

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❝   i   don’t   know   how   to   fix   myself.   ❞ (Ushijima > Akihisa)

a tilt of his head, "no one's perfect at everything," akihisa starts, tone soft and gentle. "but it's not a FLAW to not be perfect . . ." he nods, it's taken him a long time to come to terms with that. even now, he still struggles with the very idea. "i don't think . . . you need to FIX yourself," akihisa says, looking up at the sky, as if to ponder his words, to think on what to say. "i think . . . it's acceptance, of parts you cannot fix," he continues, "it's compromise . . . it's . . . finding a balance of things," he hums, gaze drifting to ushijima, "it's . . . not about perfect fixes, or imperfect perfection . . ." he shrugs, "it's finding peace in all of it," he concludes, at least . . . it's what archery has taught him. in those quiet moments of meditation, of steadying his breath and lining up his shot . . . in reflection, in solitude, in pondering. "and if you insist on finding a fix, know that you're not alone," akihisa offers a small smile, "i'm not perfect or great at solving problems, but i've been told i'm suuuuppperrrr supportive."

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❝   it’s   okay   if   you   want   to   leave.   i’d   understand.   ❞ (Ushijima > Reiko) 

lips fixing into a frown, hands on her hips as she stares up at the athlete, "now why would i do that?" she asks, sure she's just a rental girlfriend so she's subjected to the whims of her clients . . . if he's dismissing her, so be it. he's already paid for her services and if he's done with her, then that's the end of the job.

yet, something about his tone tells her that he seems to STILL need her . . . if not as someone he hired, perhaps as someone to support him. he's not asking her to leave, not yet . . . just if she wanted to, she could, right?

"i'm gonna stay," she declares, "because you hired me for a JOB and i intend to finish it," she nods, "and also because it looks like you still need me," she grins, "don't worry, i won't leave you yet," she winks, "not unitl you're 100% sure you're finished using my services."

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“if i'm going to be miserable, at least i'll be productively miserable.” (Imayoshi > Haruna)

tucking the files in her hands under her arm, she gives the other an applause, "bravo, doctor, that's the spirit," she dryly replies, "that's the energy we need," she teases, moving the files she had tuck under her arm before handing it over to the other. "i'm sure your patients appreciate your dedication," haruna says, freeing her tablet from beneath the stack of files she handed over, "you have . . . 3 in-person appointments later, 2 virtual ones just before you end your shift, a patient rounding scheduled for after lunch," she lists, checking the schedule book on her tablet, "and maybe i can spare you another round of applause at the end of the day if that motivates you," haruna tacks on, raising a brow at the doctor.

[limitlesscursed]

"what’s your problem? you're acting weird." (from first year nanami 🥹)

Always accepting all prompts

"Eh? This isn't weird at all. Maybe you're the weird one for thinking this is weird," Satoru replied cheerfully as Kento snatched his backpack from his senior's hands. Satoru even so graciously handed over the notebook he'd pulled out and had been caught flipping through. It's not like he was trying to not get caught, and he showed no guilt at being caught ruffling through the first year's belongings.

"So, did ya wanna know what I was looking for, and if I found it? You're probably dying to ask, so go ahead! Maybe I'll be gracious enough to tell you if you're that desperate~"

Satoru was practically chomping at the bit to share, even though he knows it's supposed to be kept secret or whatever. With July quickly approaching, the necessity of finding an appropriate birthday gift was upon him and Kento was annoyingly hard to read. Fortunately, a paint splotch on the strap of his bag gave him a great idea.

He can't wait to see Kento's face when he gets his present. The junior is going to totally admire Satoru as the most generous and thoughtful senpai ever.

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"i'm going the other way." (from first year nanami🥹)

Always accepting all prompts

Satoru's arm swung across Kento's shoulders with great familiarity, his weight carelessly dragging down on the younger boy's frame, wavering for a just moment before swinging to match the direction of Kento's movement.

"Okay, then I'm going this way too," he offered cheerily, his long lanky legs stomping an awkward pace to keep with Kento's more reluctant steps.

It wasn't deep into the new school year, but Satoru already had his sights solidly on the two new boys that had joined them on campus. He'd been uncertain about their potential at first, but some discussions with Suguru and Shoko had him fired up quickly on the idea of being a mentor. Besides, making friends wasn't hard at all; he'd befriended both his classmates and Utahime and Yu was already following him around like an excited puppy taking in his every word. It won't take long for Kento to warm up to him as well, and he intended to speed up the process.

"Do you even know where you're going, my dear kohai?" He pondered out loud; before Kento had abruptly changed directions, he'd have guessed that the library or maybe one of the teacher's offices was the destination. But now, ahead of them lay an entirely separate building beyond an open courtyard...

"Oh, the gym!" Of course. Satoru's grip finally loosened from around Kento's shoulders as he slapped the boy enthusiastically on the back. "I'll show you where all the equipment is! We can shoot hoops!"