Hinata Hajime (日向創) (
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yogen2021-06-05 09:21 pm
[semi-open] second truth bullet: hinata's memory
Who: Hajime Hinata and YOU
What: A catch-all log for Hinata throughout the month! Closed things will added by request, open things for stuff outside of event top-levels
Where: Various
When: Mostly June, at least one or two things backdated to late May
Warnings: SPOILERS for chapter 4 of Super Dangan Ronpa 2, after the Final Dead Room Discussion
Notes: Hinata will be undergoing a canon update that will have taken place on the 4th! He will be approaching things considerably more depressed and/or apathetic after this takes place, so you're welcome to tag him between the 1st and 3rd if you'd rather have normal Hinata! However, the threads that take place after the canon update are very important. It's something I've detailed more on plurk, but essentially there's something of a "game" that I have going. Hinata now has a "trust" level that's been reset to 0 - if his points are positive enough, he will be updated to either chapter 5 or the end of the game, and if his points fall too far, he will be "reverted" to one of two earlier canon points (chapter 1 or pre-game) and lose all of his Yogen memories. Close CR has more weight at first, but anyone has the power to affect him, so feel free to take a shot at raising or lowering those points!
If you have any questions or would like to plot things, feel free to reach me at
Yamadori! (You're also welcome to write starters for me as well, just give me a heads up first!)
What: A catch-all log for Hinata throughout the month! Closed things will added by request, open things for stuff outside of event top-levels
Where: Various
When: Mostly June, at least one or two things backdated to late May
Warnings: SPOILERS for chapter 4 of Super Dangan Ronpa 2, after the Final Dead Room Discussion
Notes: Hinata will be undergoing a canon update that will have taken place on the 4th! He will be approaching things considerably more depressed and/or apathetic after this takes place, so you're welcome to tag him between the 1st and 3rd if you'd rather have normal Hinata! However, the threads that take place after the canon update are very important. It's something I've detailed more on plurk, but essentially there's something of a "game" that I have going. Hinata now has a "trust" level that's been reset to 0 - if his points are positive enough, he will be updated to either chapter 5 or the end of the game, and if his points fall too far, he will be "reverted" to one of two earlier canon points (chapter 1 or pre-game) and lose all of his Yogen memories. Close CR has more weight at first, but anyone has the power to affect him, so feel free to take a shot at raising or lowering those points!
If you have any questions or would like to plot things, feel free to reach me at

[closed to komaeda] 6/3-6/4, eventually sdr2 spoilers
Ever since the day of the student council election, he can barely get through the night without seeing that gruesome scene of the students fighting each other, of Ishimaru having to-
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Sometimes, in the dreams, Ishimaru is killing him instead, or he's in Ishimaru's place. A few times it's him, killing his surviving friends that are probably still on Jabberwock Island. Other times it's his dead friends, killing Hinata so they can live.
He sleeps through the night fitfully, thinking he can smell blood before he restlessly falls back asleep.
On the night of the 3rd, Hinata really can't get back to sleep, the dream just a little too vivid, and now he's wide awake. It's the worst time of day, too - late, too late for them to make any noise, so Hinata's resolving himself to being trapped with his own thoughts at the worst possible time as he begrudgingly rolls to his feet.
It's eerie, hearing absolutely nothing as he exits his classroom and begins to wander through a few others, but he holds out hope that maybe the muscle memory of taking a walk will somehow be enough of a distraction.
He doesn't keep track of the rooms he's entering, but it's in one in particular that he opens the door - and a figure is there. It takes a moment to figure out in the moonlight, but-
Komaeda, he tries to say, automatically, and can't. Can feel his lips forming the name, but it can't be heard and it leave Hinata somehow feeling... bereft.]
SIGHS
with his hands hidden in his pockets, his finger idly brushes against the ring that was gifted to him — playing with that too makes him happy, it's because it's something that means a lot. from the meaning behind it to who it came from, and as much as komaeda tries not to show any attachment to him or to anything he does — it's hard given who he is, who he will be, and the fact that once again he's been forced to reside in the body of a mere reserve course. there's many feelings that goes through his head every time he touches the ring, thinking, wondering until...
he sighs, not even audible, but hinata can see the way komaeda's shoulders fall slack as he stares outside — could there be something bothering him? he goes through a flurry of emotions himself, but given his health, it's normal, and so while his mind bounces back and forth between ishimaru and hinata, his eyes glance at the floor in thought. leaving himself open to being bothered, besides, he couldn't even hear when the other came in.
actually, when has komaeda ever been left out in the open with the light kissed along his frame, and even his hair glows from the moon's rays. )
sighs with u
But that'll make him thinks of things he shouldn't, so he decides not to linger on that any longer. He doesn't know what makes him move further into the classroom - but he'd feel embarrassed if someone just stared at him without saying anything, so he moves forward.
It feels just as weird for Komaeda to not know that he's approaching - sharp, always mindful Komaeda. But he keeps going until he's in Komaeda's range of vision. Hopefully that's less startling then reaching out to touch him.
Hinata goes this far... but he can't say anything, still. Even if he doesn't know what he would say if he could speak...]
sighs its gunna be ok fat tits
he blinks slow, curious in his silence as if the other is supposed to answer why he's here or, hand something over to komaeda so he can leave. but he doesn't? )
...?
( walking up to him, komaeda places one hand on hinata's hip, patting around in search of something specific like his pda. he's unable to communicate with him, and komaeda recalls giving it to him when he took the brunette's to give to rokkun — he isn't sure if he gave them back or not, but he knows that the other wouldn't lose things that don't belong to him. it takes a bit of patting, his right hand a little slow because of how it heals compared to his prosthetic left. without much care in the world, he even goes to pat hinata on his chest in search of his pda... wondering if he hid it there.
he did forget to pat hinata's pockets, so he opts out by pinching one of the youth's nipples just to request that he hurries it up. )
oh i'm crying it's spreading to our subject lines now
He... hopes Komaeda isn't just feeling him up for no good reason. There must be a reason for it, right...? So he takes a step back and digs into his pockets; the only thing there is his PDA, tho- oh.
Unnecessary. What a pain. All of that for Hinata to give it back when he could've just done that during the day. He snorts, because it's such a Komaeda thing to do, but it's lost to late-night silence. Arching an eyebrow questioningly, he waves the PDA in front of him. This what you're looking for?]
im tearing ip please sumn aint right w this
what are you doing here?
( he quirks a brow himself, curious as to what reason hinata has visiting him so late — they can't talk, they're not on the best of terms, and komaeda doesn't think hinata should even be near him. it's just that komaeda making things complicated, but it seems every time hinata tries to take a step forward to better their relationship. it's hard to accept it, when he thinks about it, and he wonders if right now is another one of those times. )
are you lost? i can walk you back if you're scared.
( they are in a world where ghosts exists, and a place where people can die — who knows, if he takes komaeda with him, maybe the lucky student will die himself. )
closes my eyes again
i just want to stop seeing thinkin how the tag would have been diff im sobbing
cursed... who lets me keep getting near the keyboard
the way i fell asleep midtag you already know sleep is winning
crying I can feel it winning too... I keep dozing off I think I have to throw in the towel
how we're both awake now and for what
for me to become sleepy again... zzzz
get some sleep fat tits
CRYING IT KEEPS COMING BACK
STPPPP YOURE THE REASON WHYYY
BRB RUNNING TO BURY MYSELF IN THE SAND
STOOPPPPPPPPPPPP WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEE GET OUTTA THERE
oh... but I am getting out of here? the sand... it's calling me
WHY IS THE SAND CLLING U ill get the vase.
the vase... perfect for putting me in with the sand, thank you
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you didn't tell me I wrote backsapce at 7 am in the morning and now I have to look at it forever
bro i cannot THINK
it's ok my brain is smooth i didn't even know if the tag i just sent made sense before i hit post
baby shark do do do ddo dbaby shark dodo
1/4 - kodaka voice: please watch until the very end :)
2/4 - my best and worst gift to you... though I adjusted a little bit tonight
3/4 - cw: suicidal ideation, but it's mostly still the same, even though it hits a lot different now
4/4 - and with this tag I've waited to send you since the day I apped... good luck, Komaeda
Re: 4/4 - and with this tag I've waited to send you since the day I apped... good luck, Komaeda
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU LEFT THIS HERE AND THEN MADE ME PUT MINE BACK
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cw: suicide
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[open] backdated to 5/20, network
A little potted plant showed up randomly in my locker about a month ago, and I've been trying to water it a little day with some water when I remember, but... The only thing I've ever taken care of are hermit crabs, I really don't know if I'm doing this right.
un: n.yashiro
i can swing by to have a look!!!! ヽ(✿゚▽゚)ノ
june 5~7ish, probably? some time after survival club's key meeting
Hinata-kun, there you are.
\o/
...Amami. I don't normally see you in here.
[His voice is worn, whittled down to a shell of the Hinata Hajime that Amami met last month. The light in his eyes, the fire underlying his voice ready to warm or burn, is less than embers.]
Did you need me for something? I'm all done for the day.
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( still, what a way to say it — "i'm all done for the day," as if they can just check out of the building and go home like the rest of their classes once classes have come to an end. wouldn't that be nice? unfortunately for the both of them, it's not the case; hinata's stuck here, which means he's stuck here with amami, who's currently figuring out how to approach this. his movements are a bit stiff, looking a bit uncomfortable as he makes his way into the room. )
Speaking of which... did something happen? You seemed pretty quiet, last time.
( he supposes there's nothing preventing him from being straightforward about it. )
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[Hinata can kind of bring himself to go, a sense of obligation more than any of the enjoyment it might've brought him before. But it's hard, it's so hard, when he has to bite his lip every time Komaeda speaks up. When the anger still runs red hot under his veins.
...It makes him feel something, if nothing else, so that's probably something good.]
It's nothing really that important. Just... [Hinata wonders, briefly, if he should even bring it up. Isn't that a lot to dump on someone he just met a little while ago? But maybe he doesn't have to share anything especially detailed.] ...I woke up one morning and remembered something bad from home.
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( when he makes it up to where hinata is, he'll take a seat himself — wincing and biting down on his tongue hard to suppress a hiss of pain that threatens to sneak past his lips, and he's successful enough. either way, it's not as if rantarou amami doesn't understand the weight that memories can have to someone; the look in his eyes is serious, with a sense of concern underlying. )
I don't know, it seems like it must have been pretty important if it made this much of a difference.
( he's not going to push too hard about it, but who knows — if hinata wants to get it off his (very large) chest, amami will leave it up to him. )
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i havn't stopped thinking about this since i got it at 5am.........
sends u another tag at 5 am because i'm a menace
evil........ but work was too busy this time :/ i attack now
gasps.... I was struck :pleading_face:
thru the heart............!
NOT THRU THE HEART IM CRYING no yes that's correct though I was struck through through the heart
this hard-mode ass reply i'm sobbing... sorry hinatakun
DON'T BE SORRY HE'S TRYING HIS BEST
pours one out for hinatakun
pours one out with u
we can rebuild him
[closed to tanaka] unspecified day in April
But ignoring something is not Hinata's way. Not for long, at least. So eventually, he goes into the room he's been avoiding, the room that's filled him with anxiety since his first day in this school that he was truly aware - he follows that familiar figure into the auditorium.
He can feel his mouth part in surprise as he stares. He isn't fading. He's actually, really...]
...Tanaka. It's really you, isn't it? [Apprehension and relief both weigh down his voice.] You're really here, right?
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[ After ages of passing through the halls, seeing the familiar face over and over again through the sea of students... They are finally here in the auditorium, face to face. He could've sworn it was some cruel trick the school had played on him, but that was not the case.
It was bittersweet, in a way. He was happy to see Hinata again, but not in this school. Not in another place where violence reigned supreme.
Still. ]
...It is good to see you, Hajime.
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I guess I really did miss it after all... Hearing you say things like that.
[Although with that, it takes on a more worried edge.]
It's good to see you, too... Even though I wish it hadn't been like this. It figures we'd pass out in the tunnel just to wake up in a disturbing place like this.
[They really can't catch a break, huh?]
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6/24 after school... u know what this is, hinata's life is hard
[ They've been standing by the window for a while, in the 3-C classroom which seems to have somehow become a repeat location, where Saihara knows almost for certain he'll find Hinata more often than not. Maybe before he's realized it even, thanks to that, he might have started to think about it as a comforting place of sorts, soothing his tendency to over-worry and turning it into background noise. Although a doubt does surface right now as he considers it -- because after all, will it still... feel the same after tonight?
But that's selfish of him to regret. He's the one who asked the other to give him a bit of his time -- the one who decided they should be here, told him he wanted to talk, and then... spaced out in the middle of conversation to the point where he doesn't even remember the last thing Hinata was saying. An opinion, most likely, since they were talking about the injuries that Saihara had found on his former classmate's body. ]
But the truth is... I had an ulterior motive... I'm sorry. It's not that I didn't want to discuss the case with you, or more rather... that helped me too, but just not in the way you think.
[ Mysterious... or maybe ominous? Or depressing? Whichever it is, Hinata gets to decide how to take it for now. ]
closes my eyes, closes ur eyes, closes everybody's eyes
[He's tried so, so hard to be normal around Saihara. Just like he tried for Nene weeks ago.
It's hard, but- it's still Saihara. It's Saihara, and he has never not made Hinata feel normal since they came here, and that... makes it easier. Even past the pain that's still lingered in his chest after that day with Nanami, with Saihara he always feels safe and reassured.
Always... until this moment, perhaps.]
...You're worrying me, a little. I'm not really sure how to take that. [Hinata's eyes search him, the boy that became his best friend. For once, it's harder to read him, and that in itself is scary.] What exactly do you mean... by an ulterior motive?
closes hinata's eyes too
The topic... I was using this case... to test myself.
[ He taps the can of iced tea that rests in front of him on the windowsill, a small measure against the stifling summer weather, balancing it at an angle and then another until there are splatters to be heard against the inner walls. ]
I just... didn't know anymore. What kind of person am I? What am I supposed to do... what even matters more to me? I couldn't tell anymore. Was it finding out what happened... or was it your feelings? The feelings of someone I care about.
[ Ignore the trace of color on his face, it's a reflex response from embarrassment and it's really not important right now. ]
That's why... I talked about something else first. To find that out.
yes his especially
...To test yourself, is it?
[Saihara says that... and it makes something in Hinata's head, in his heart, snap into place.
In a very deliberate motion, he slowly reaches out... and taps his knuckles, very lightly, against Saihara's forehead.]
...Dummy.
[The word is full of fondness.
Hinata tried to wallow in his own self-pity, to push everyone away after his heart was shattered. Still shattered, even after certain people started to put him back together.
But he cannot remain that way when the person he cares about so much is saying these kinds of things with a trembling voice.
It's enough to push him forward, because Saihara needs Hinata Hajime right now. Just like during the investigation, he can put his own pain aside for someone else's sake.]
You don't need to ask yourself all of those things, you know. You're the you that you've always been... You're Saihara Shuuichi. And you're my best friend.
[He's never said it out loud like that. Not in this life, in their real life.
His heart beats, and the Reserve Course feels far away, even if it's only for a little while.]
Now. Tell me what's really bothering you?
[It's a gentle plea accompanied by a soft smile, not forceful even if the words sound like they should be. That's something Hinata wouldn't do, not to him. Open to be an ear and hopeful Saihara will talk.
It's a shame, really.
That Hinata doesn't know that in this moment, when he's almost right again... he's about to fall apart.]
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[ There's a curt puff of air that escapes him, sudden and cut from an interrupted breath like a break in a line -- a gap in the train of his thoughts and his worries with it. It's like the tap against his forehead... reaches far beyond even that, the echo of it passing skin and bone as if turned into emotion instead, and Saihara's heart skips a beat in his chest. He'd like nothing more but to relax where he is, to soften against that message like it intends to tell him, and try to smile -- not the way he remembers, doubtful and somehow distant, from memories he himself proved in front of Hinata might not be theirs.
It's a more present response, a moment more born from the people they are right now.
But before he knows it, he reaches out, and his fingers that carry dew and the chill of the can they'd been touching just moments ago catch the other's sleeve, brushing briefly across his wrist. And instead of a smile, there's a shake of Saihara's head, through the lingering traces of flustered expression he can't help but show; in contrast with that, the gesture itself is firm, and feels quiet. ]
...No. Even if you tell me I don't have to ask myself for you... I still wanted the answer. I wanted to know.
[ It's important to him. ]
And just like I thought... neither is something I can let go of. The case was important too... but there's no way I can just close my eyes and ignore what would happen to you.
[ Finally, he looks up, the front of his hair rustling slightly with a touch of warm breeze from the window, and meets eyes with Hinata. The color is gone from his features by now -- and the hesitation with it, leaving behind only silent, determined honesty. ]
That's why... even if it's not what a detective should do... I'll still tell you.
[ How right before all the chaos started, and everyone got distracted with that-- ]
Do you remember... the message I sent last week? On the network.
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here goes
shuts my eyes again
sighs.........
covers ur eyes too
it's fine..... (narrator voice: it was not fine)
it really was not fine boy howdy
i hate myself for this one
i'm still in pain