"I certainly hope we can achieve a better romance." Hisoka wrinkled
his nose in amusement. "Perhaps a modern classic of how not
to go about confessing? I don't feel we've done enough ducking
around the issue for your average romcom."
A thought struck him and he pulled his bag onto his lap, digging
through it.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"You think?" He asked, suddenly shy. He'd spent the night carving
off the letters he'd painstakingly written on it- and instead
sketching an earring. A pearl, hanging off an intricate clip
on.
Maji's earring.
It was no longer about being a Yamanaku anymore.
"We can... write our story in here, if you want. I've never filled
out a page in here."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"That we can't do anything? Or that you don't know?" Suko tilted
their head to the side. "You can change both things, you know. It's
really just a mental block."
The living can do anything. It's the dead who can't.
They hated her. She could do anything. She was alive. She didn't
have a day where she heard those two words read out loud, spelling
her future.
She was just like they were.
And yet she still refused to do anything.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"Noo...but my ears feel all funny so I think that's the
reason."
"What was it Niwa-face? The sound of vodka bottles clinking
together? The satisfying sound of a bottle of rosé being poured?
The bubbly sound of-" They sighed.
Niwa sighed an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
But he smiled at Keiki's inert form on the bed- the sprawled legs
and messy hair, bit of drool running down their face. Keiki really
was perfect.
The smile on his face vanished.
Something was rattling in the vents.
He shuddered, wrapped a blanket around his shoulder, and rolled
over. He pressed his forehead into the wall and closed his eyes...
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"...no. I just- need some time to think. Yes, let's head
back to our dorm..."
She almost laughed at what Megami said about being a maid. Almost.
But... she couldn't laugh right now.
"...Are- you going to be okay?" She paused. Her girlfriend looked
lightheaded...
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Koda rumbled grumpily. She had woken up and couldn't go back to
sleep. What time was it? She sighed. Koda stretched herself out and
tumbled gently off the mattress.