[It hasn't been especially long since he got here, but there's a familiar face he keeps passing in the halls. At first he wonders if it's his mind playing tricks on him; there's enough strange things happening here, with the mirrors and such, that it makes him doubt the things he sees with his own eyes.
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?
[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?