#tc redstring

[livingindifferently]

String || Miharu&Accelerator

It wasn't like anything had particularly changed. Everything went about like they normally did, Miharu didn't feel any different either. It was just that he had woken up that morning to find a string tied to his finger. He considered cutting the string at first, but when he asked his aunt if she was the one to tie it while he was asleep, she said she had no idea what he was talking about.

It was interesting, if anything. Deciding to keep it on for a bit longer, Miharu found himself right outside of the shop, lightly tugging on the string. Maybe he should follow it and see where it lead him? ...Or  not. That seemed like too much trouble... He sighed and continued to lightly tug on the string. Maybe he should ask his roommate about it? But he hadn't talked much to him and trying to start a conversation now didn't seem that appealing to him... Well, sitting there and continuing to tug on the string was a good idea too. Or at least until his Aunt needed help around the shop again. 

[analeyeze]

[@rainbowpengi] Accident-prone

"Kageyama Hikaru, is that right?"

The doctor asked upon stepping inside the examination room, gloved hands and a black-colored tabled replacing the usual clipboard. He offered a small nod and smile at the boy before closing the door behind himself, pulling a chair to sit in front of him.

"My name is Ratio," he started, offering a handshake. Ratio could be a bit too formal even with people much younger than him. Subtly adjusting the eyepatch covering his right eye, he took a look at the wound on Hikaru's knee. It didn't look as bad as he expected, and he could easily assume how Hikaru got it from the uniform he was wearing. "Soccer?" He still asked, pulling closer the table holding the medical instruments.

[koizaki-io]

[tilting his head at the phenomena outside his house, blinking very slowly.]

[he's just woken up from a midday nap, not having had class today, so it's alright if he's a little disoriented, surely. he's basically just risen from his fluffy mess of a futon in his house in the shrine, and he's still shrugging on his outer priest robe when he sees the thread.]

[it's right there, trailing up the shrine steps, bright against the wet stone. pausing for a little while in indecision, colour high in his cheeks. it's not like it's tied to his finger, so it might not even be for him, but...]

[exhaling clearly, obviously coming to a conclusion. stepping forward with a firm step, though his turf shoes are quiet against the stone, and picking up the thread. oh, it's soft. and surprisingly dry. taking a deep breath.]

[YANK.]

[he's actually skipped back a step from the force of that pull. pausing a moment, with the string still in his hand. he thinks he might have felt resistance, but....]

[turning away firmly. even if he has, the shrine is ten miles from the centre of the city, and that's twenty minutes by bus. even if someone is coming, they're not going to be here for quite a long while, surely. going to clean his dazedness from sleeping and the stubborn flush he can't seem to will from his cheeks in the freezing temizuya before getting back to his priest work.]

[he's looped the thread around his left wrist, though. just in case.]