School hadn’t been all that bad lately, and thus Naegi had little to worry about when night came around. Tonight was no different, and the boy was getting ready to go to bed when he heard a knock at his door. Puzzled at who might be still up at this hour, he went to open the door.
He didn’t expect to find his girlfriend on the other side of the door. “...Fukawa-san?” He paused for a moment -- she didn’t look so good. “Are you okay?” He moved out of the way a bit so she could come inside -- because clearly the answer to that was ‘no’.
Once she comes inside, he closes the door behind them. “What’s up?”
To be honest, blackouts unnerved Makoto. Not being able to see where things were very well…. more importantly, seeing Touko so distressed worried him more than the blackout itself. He’d started spending more time with the girl recently, and he couldn’t help but admit he had a very soft spot for her.
He honestly didn’t know what came over him when he kissed her. All he knew was her distress was causing him distress and he couldn’t talk over her or try to calm her down so… he kissed her.
Her next words caused him to blush, realizing what he’d done. But his kiss managed to cause her to stop panicking – and that was a good thing. He put his hands on her shoulders gently, trying to reassure her.
“Fukawa-san, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’ll stay with you until the power comes back on, if you want. Okay?”
Waiting to hear her response, he gently pulled her into a comforting hug. Slowly, as to not spook the poor girl, and hopefully not to where she would push him away.
The night of the prom arrived, and Makoto was prepared. Well, as much as he could be, anyway. He arrived at Touko’s dorm room door, and after a bit of hesitation, knocked a couple of times. He didn’t really know what to wear, so he went with a rather simple tuxedo.
Though he asked her to the prom as a friend, he couldn’t help but wonder if others would think differently. ... But he said he didn’t mind what others thought, right? He knew why he asked her to the prom and he was glad he did -- she’d looked rather happy about it in the end. It was a chance for them to get to know each other a little better, if nothing else. And a prom was supposed to be fun, too. So, with those thoughts out of the way, he tried to keep a smile on for when she opened the door to greet him.
"H-Hey, Fukawa-san... I was, uh... wondering if you'd... like to go to the prom with me..." This was so awkward. He wanted to ask her, but he was no good at things like this. Even approaching her was a bit nerve-wracking, as he wasn’t that sure if this was a good idea. She’d probably say no, right? It was too late to turn back now.
Who is a better friend? yours/mine (???)Who lies the most? yours/mineWho swears the most? yours( As Syo)/mineWho reads more? yours/mineWho is more creative? yours/mineWho is more troubled? yours/mineWho has better morals? yours/mine
He knows what’s coming the instant he opens the door to the household. A figure sits at the dinner table, a tablet held in front of him, and when Nagisa opens the door, blue irises, almost cat-like and like ice in the shadows of the room, shift towards him.
“What is this?”
Nagisa’s hand slips down the broadness of the door frame and falls by his side.
“A low grade,” Hideyoshi says as freezing cold ice starts to trickle down Nagisa’s neck, moving its’ fingers slowly down his arms. The Shingetsu stands from the table, moves long limbs from under it to stalk over to Nagisa, towering over him. “You really are a failure.”
The breeder’s grip tightens on his school bag, lifting his gaze to stare into Hideyoshi’s eyes, eyes that look like broken pieces of glass that are being driven through his skin.
He feels the slap before he sees it.
Hideyoshi strikes hard across the right side of Nagisa’s face, a sting rippling through the skin and it burns. The breeder stumbles, surprised, and falls. One hand had come up to cradle his face and the other supports him on the ground.
The father doesn’t bat an eye. Instead, he advances, kneeling down to Nagisa and letting a whisper ghost the air in between them.
“Don’t you want to prove your father wrong? Run yourself worthless and sleepless, run yourself until you’re going to collapse, run yourself until you fall like a country being torn down. Try your best and throw away everything. You’ve always been a perfectionist, Nagisa- don’t you want to show me what you can do?”
Hideyoshi reaches out, presses the pads of his fingertips against Nagisa’s cheek where he had hit him. His knuckles had hit deep there, and his son’s lips are bleeding, but the glint in Hideyoshi’s eyes doesn’t change.
“I have high expectations of you. Your friends do as well- after all, you might slip up if you start to falter in your studies.”
With that, he stands, not before delivering a quick kick to the boy’s side. Nagisa instinctively curls inward as the shoe slams into his ribcage but doesn’t utter a word of resistance.
When Hideyoshi finally leaves the room, Nagisa finally releases a breath and shudder, his face tightening and body going rigid.
