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ok i wasnt gonna draw gyaruuta again anytime soon but deco dropped love para and some of it was a little too fuuta-adjacent (entirely delusional) for me to ignore
bc of the whole "prisoners hear what we say about them online" thing i wonder if fuuta is plagued with images of what i put him through on here
I wanted to get a video of this ghost crab but every time I got close to their hole they scuttled back in, so I tried getting clever with it. I made a little sandcastle and shoved my phone into it, hit record, and walked away. Crab was VERY suspicious of this addition to their environment.
girl you erected a mysterious black monolith that contained all the knowledge your culture had ever collected were you hoping he'd develop rudimentary tool use
If your inbox is still open, I’d love to see wholesome headcanons stuff between Haruka and Mirai (the girl from the fireworks! :D)
I got so attached to this platonic / familiar pairing, but canon rightfully made their encounter scary and abrupt, and we didn’t even know Mirai that well </3
So, I want them to talk to each other, and help each other, and go drink something cool, maybe :'3 !!
Ooh, yes ;--; As interesting as the twist was, I was pretty sad that Haruka never even had that familial connection at all… I kept thinking how easily they could have become close! This did start as headcanons, but then I thought I could work it into a quick drabble, and then it turned into a slightly longer piece asdfasdf oops 😅 (So it starts off just before the canon murder but I promise it gets sweet :’))
“C-come with me.” Haruka held out a hand, his wobbly smile beckoning the girl forward. “I want to show you something.”
She hesitated only a moment, but curiosity overcame her. It was a good thing she wasn’t as much of a coward as he was – he hated the festival’s dizzying array senses. The fireworks bathed everything in blinding, iridescent glows. The rockets mixed with the thumping drums to make his body cringe in pain. The people that passed in elaborately distracting garments kept his eyes constantly darting around. He’d been on his way to hide out in the wooded outskirts when he saw the girl wandering around on her own.
She placed her hand in Haruka’s. It was warm against his clammy palm.
Her eyes were glued to the exploding sky as they walked, not noticing the way Haruka’s attention frantically scanned the crowd. No one noticed what he was doing. No one saw. That was okay. They’d see him soon.
“Where are we going?”
“To… um…” he tore his eyes away from the treeline. He couldn’t read the signs on the booths, but a passing family gave him an idea.
“Cotton c-candy…”
“Ooh, my favorite!”
They walked in silence a little longer. They’d almost reached the edge of the crowd. Haruka felt a burst of energy, surging forward to close the last few feet. In his rush, the girl was tugged along too fast. She stumbled to her knees.
Haruka apologized fervently as he helped her up.
“That’s okay,” she said, finally looking him in the face. Her smile took him aback. Wasn’t she mad that he made her fall? “I trip all the time. Mama says I’m clumsier than a drone beetle with one wing! Whatever that means…”
A laugh bubbled up inside of him, taking a moment to steady his breath. “My mama says I’m clumsy too, but not as funny as that.” He couldn’t believe he found someone else who understood – maybe he wasn’t the clumsiest kid in the world, after all.
“You too? Ooh, ooh – you can try this with me! I like to practice balancing like a dancer,” she said, lifting a leg and immediately teetering. “Come on!” She looked at him expectantly.
Although none of this had been a part of his original plan, Haruka didn’t mind. All that mattered was this girl was talking to him, and smiling at him, and her eyes his left him all warm inside.
He picked his leg up. “L-like this?”
“You’re really good at that! Ack!” She toppled to the ground, breaking into a fit of giggles. Her bout of admiration made him a little lightheaded, and he collapsed next to her in more laughter. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed so much in one night.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Oh! Um! S-Sakurai Haruka.” He straightened his back, trying to remember everything his mother scolded him to do correctly when introducing himself.
The girl was far more relaxed. A knot in his chest untangled when she simply replied, “it’s nice to meet you! I’m Mirai.”
She sat up, twigs now tangled into her neat braids. “So, are you ready to get that candy?”
They had been so close to breaking away from the festival, but now, Haruka didn’t want to leave. It was nice just sitting with someone like Mirai.
“Y-you know, cotton candy is one of my favorites, too,” he said, avoiding her question as well as her eyes. “I don’t like all the noise of festivals, so that’s my-my favorite part, when I come.”
“You don’t like the music?”
“Um, well…”
She leapt to her feet, doing a wild dance. “I love the music! One day I’m going to get really strong and be one of the dancers up on the stage.”
“Yeah? I’ve never been so good at dancing, but, um, I’m super strong already. My mama said so.” He felt a little thrill, remembering the passion she’d shouted it with, only a few days prior. He puffed out his chest. “She said I’m – I’m freakishly strong!”
“Woah…” Mirai’s gaze was much rounder than his mother’s had been. “That’s so cool… The boys at school always tease me for being too weak… Hey, can you like, pick up cars and stuff?”
“I don’t think so? Um. I never really tried, I guess.”
“You should pick me up!”
“Wh-what?”
She immediately began scrambling up his back, not allowing much time to protest. He swayed with the sudden weight, and their previous conversation about his poor balance made his heart race. But the way she giggled and wrapped herself around him with complete trust coaxed him into helping her efforts. The pair struggled until she was seated on his shoulders.
“You are so cool!” She cried, encircling his head with her arms. Heat rose to his cheeks such overwhelming praise. He needed no further encouragement when she pointed back towards the festival crowd and announced, “let’s go!”
They lost themselves in the colors and scents and sounds. Haruka wasn’t so afraid of everything with Mirai making observations and jokes about everything they passed. She even covered his ears for some of the fireworks. Despite the extra weight on him, he’d never felt so light.
“Mama, Papa!” Mirai suddenly called.
She waved from her high seat, catching the attention of a couple a few feet ahead. Haruka paused in uncertainty, but the pair rushed over to them.
Mirai scrambled down, nearly causing them both to fall. She closed the distance to grab her mother’s hand, pointing back enthusiastically. “I made a new friend! His name is Haruka-chan and he’s really nice!”
“I can see that,” the woman laughed. She turned to Haruka, her expression just as heart-skippingly kind as her daughter’s had been. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“Y-you too! Um! Thank you!” Everything he’d just experienced melted away; he felt stiff and awkward again as he bowed. “Mirai-chan is-is really nice, too.” He wrung his hands together, now feeling empty that they weren’t holding the girl steady.
Her father looked him up and down the way his own father did, sometimes. He spoke in the way his father talked to other adults, though. “So, Haruka-chan! Where are you from? Was it a long trip to get here?”
“Um. Actually, I’m from around here…”
“Oh? My apologies, I haven’t seen you around when we take Mirai to school. It’s a pretty small place, haha!”
“I don’t, uh, I don’t go to school.”
“Ah, homeschooled!”
“Er, I don’t… I don’t think so? I’m just kind of… home, I guess? I-I’m sorry.”
Mirai ran back to take his hands and mercifully stop their agitation. “You’re lucky! I hate school.” She tugged on him. “Let’s keep going! We wanted to get some sweets.”
“Oh, no you don’t.” Her father waved a scolding finger at her. “You already wandered off once tonight, after your mother and I told you not to g–”
“But! Haruka-chan—! ”
“His parents probably gave him permission.”
Haruka shook his head, his mouth rambling before he could stop himself. “No, they d-don’t really know. I figured they wouldn’t, um, wouldn’t realize, so…”
The parents glanced at one another, then back to him. His stomach twisted up. Adults were always making faces and looking at him as if he wasn’t there. He wished they could just look at him the way Mirai did, without anything secretive behind it. He wasn’t sure if it was something he said, or if he’d spoken out of turn – either way, they were probably thinking that they wanted to get rid of him. He bowed his head.
“I…. um. I’m sorry… I’ll go back to them, now.”
“Oh, no. It’s not your fault, sweetie. Come, let’s find them together. Festivals like this can be a dangerous place for children left on their own.”
Haruka chewed at his thumbnail. “…Mhm.”
“They can even join us getting some sweets.”
“I don’t really think they’d… I mean… they said not to bother them, s-so…” He was used to recognizing the face of an angry mother. He dropped his head down, hoping no one could see the tears forming in his eyes. What was he doing wrong?
Mirai wormed her way into his vision, resting her chin against his leg as she stared straight up.
“That’s okay, there’s no need to be sad.” Lowering her voice to a not-so-quiet whisper, she suggested, “we can still go, just us!”
“Mirai, I told you, we’re going together. I swear, sometimes this girl thinks she’s already all grown-up…”
Mirai ignored them, keeping her attention on Haruka. He, too, was transfixed within her gaze. “Fiiiiine. But it’ll be okay! I really like having a friend here.”
He blinked. The fireworks above splashed them in vibrant blues and greens. He didn’t even shy away from the sound.
“I’m your… your friend?”
“Of course!” She squeezed him tighter. “Is that okay?”
He smudged a tear away from his eye. “I… I would love that.”
I know we've all been saying rip to Haruka fans but RIP to the Mirai fans fr -- not your character died, not your character was revealed different than you thought, but a secret third thing of your character never even existed 😭😭😭
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