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Komeada!

[ The soft sound of footfalls arrives before Crona does, running down the hall. ]

I went to the classroom...and you w-weren't there? Did I mess it up...is hope an outside thing now? [ They stop in front of Komeada and Rokkun before blinking over at their classmate. ]

Oh its the lonely guy from the back row... [ What is he doing out here with Komeada...they frown, almost edging into a pout before they remember-- No..they should be polite!] Is Komeada also teaching you...?

[ :/ ]

[ Their hands find the back of Lucifer's shirt, hanging onto him more than they're hugging back, before it occurs to them that Lucifer most of all needs the support and they give him a tight squeeze, like they can physically hold him together when the other— or, at least they do— feels like falling apart. ]

Of course I'll help. [ said while still embracing Lucifer, it's okay, maybe they need this too and don't want to move for a bit. ] You don't even have to ask. I'll do everything I can to help you, you know that.

A hundred thousand million to start!

[ no such thing as a goal when you can keep wanting more and more and more and more ]

We'll pull heist after heist and get super duper rich and nobody can stop us! We'll buy a private jet to escape the authorities, and you have to learn how to fly it, and I'll be your copilot, and we make base in Sa—- [ ... ] Where would you want to go, Tarou-nii?

[ cont. ]

What do you mean, the president's contract? Do you know who it's made to?

( because that- if that's true, that's a huge lead. but aiko's gorinto- it's long been taken down, hasn't it. the chance to ask her things... it's all gone, because she got scared and didn't know what to expect or do or say. )

[ I'm gonna fucking scream Ori --

Akira holds his breath. Briefly, the air becoming thicker; shards of glass, jagged and uneven, going down his throat once he inhales. Suddenly his hands don't feel like they're his own, suddenly he feels like he's in the body of someone else. Only when he feels his nails bite into his palm does he settle with the uncomfortable sensation of a memory creeping up the back of his neck, nestling into his brain.

Spreading. He looks to the wall and swears he sees a mass of black mold slowly pulse and expand, growing with intensity until a single black hand begins to extend itself out. He shakes his head, breathing growing intense as he looks to his hands -- the vivid memory of blood staining underneath his fingernails, the scent burning his nostrils, a body that he can imagine slumped between his fingertips.

He can't remember their face, let alone their name, and yet he killed them.

And Akira looks to his hands, a bead of sweat dripping from his temple. He killed for this nerd -- thought was best at the time, so what the fuck happened to make him think he needed to protect Akki? He can only assume it was out of the desire to ensure his safety.

He's a damn dog all over again. ]

You -- I... [ He feels like he's about to punch a hole through the wall. He doesn't know whether to feel angry or relieved. ] You gotta swear to me -- sweat to me that I didn't do it 'cause you told me to.

[ How are they supposed to eat if Subaru has their hands... There's the brief thought of stuffing the rest of it in their mouth and squirrel it away, but they can't sing like that, so, mm... ]

Okay, okay!

[ sets their sandwich aside, the things they do for Subaru

But in taking Subaru's hands, they make to stand up. ]

Noooo— The secret's between me and [ ... ] the other party!

[ Same enthusiasm, smile on their face ]

If I tell you what it is, you're going to be so mad at me, so there's absolutely no way you get to know!

Nurse-san? Do you have a free moment?

[ Sara wanted to apologize for the other day... Running in before classes and dragging the school nurse around to help carry a body and rifle through someone's possessions. She'd um, never done that with a teacher before? It feels wrong to just pretend it never happened?

Anyway! Just saying sorry is awkward so she brought some cookies! Please accept this bribe and forget everything! ]

I caused you some trouble on Friday, so please just accept these.

[sacrificing sandwiches for singing, truly noteworthy!!!!

subaru's got half a thought of making them pull him up the way they'd made him do the same back in the study hall, but the excitement of singing with someone wins out and he stands too, pulling keigo away from their little picnic area.

it's not close to the edge, so there's no worries there, just away so it doesn't feel so crowded by their feet. subaru'll keep holding their hands too, squeezing them excitedly.]

I'll start, you join in. [...] Ready? ♪

[because when they are, he'll start off, soft and sweet and yearning for a home he hasn't seen in a lot longer than just the few months he's been here... and yet smiling all the same, because that's what an idol does.]

[ who's screaming here it's me ]

I didn't—-

[ It's reflexive, the denial, and he knows it, reaching out to take hold of Akira's wrists so he'd stop digging his nails into his palms— but stops just before touching him, fingers withdrawing, and then reaching out again, just the very tips brushing the back of Akira's wrists. ]

I would never ask that of you, Kijima-san... Do you think I would?

[ sighs at how cute this song is... It's not a song to stand and dance to, but it's a song that makes them close their eyes, stand a little closer to Subaru, imagining home...

the forest they lived in, the sound of the river when the trees are still, the smell of warm grass, the shadow of a brother they chased after, a sister's voice, the embrace of a father that never lasts long enough—-

their voice drops for a moment, at the mention of parents, but they pick it back up after because what they would give to return home, to return with everyone, that sort of stupid stupid stupid impossible dream they still hold in their heart. ]

[ ...

points at himself, holds one hand flat palm face down and points at the top of his hand with his other finger: he has not seen Crona because Hiro is the student that sleeps with his head on the table all through class. They're not even in the same grade? ]

[ I looked at the calendar and felt so jarred seeing we're nearing the end of the month, what happened

at least the petals falling is an end-of-the-month thing, just barely starting from the day of the equinox and we'll see what happens next month. Kazuki, for his part, does not look upset at all when he turns to face Nene, upon hearing her voice. ]

The flowers are not falling because of the change in season, lass. Do you worry for them?

I don't know.
Ask the president.

[ Can you see the frustration in her words... let her stab, her hands are itchy.

But even without Aiko, the council still has a president, somebody who it'd be much more fruitful talking to instead of Chiaki who only knows things tangentially. ]

I- Of course I do. All of them.

( even the ones she hasn't met. ... or... doesn't remember meeting? ugh, this stuff always makes her head hurt. )

But if it's not because of the season... what is it, then? Can- can it be fixed?

( because if it can't... what does it mean for the dead? )

[ Yeah, that'd be wrong. The nurse, at least, wasn't going to bring it up unless somebody did, so it's with a soft laugh that she accepts the cookies. What kind are they... ]

Oh, thank you! But it was no trouble at all— it's my job as a nurse, after all. I wish more students would think to come to me, actually.

[ Instead, y'all have to bleed and die after school when she's not here ]

[ npckun hmms a little at the thought of going to the faculty office, but it'll be okay, maybe, if they're with somebody else. Shin being familiar will make them feel better too, but why am I imagining Shin lying on the ground in the middle of the faculty office ]

"Lonely"?

[ Hello? He's not— ... Anyways, what's Crona doing looking behind them in class, mind your own business, he happens to like the back row /:

...

sets his face in a smile ]

Nah, I was just hoping to spend some time with him, since we don't see each other much during school. Is he a good teacher?

[ Komaeda? ]

[ Earl grey shortbread. Sara made them herself because the recipe is pretty easy, and they go well with tea...which she's heard the nurse likes? ]

We did end up making quite a fuss in your office... I think a few apologies are at least deserved. [ She's not going to force anything on Amami who seemed to have a lot going on, but you know. ] You were very helpful, so thank you.

Ah...yeah that'd be better right? [ The access to healing magic and Senku does steer most people away huh? ] I have a friend I'm always telling to come down here to get cuts disinfected, but he brushes me off.

The sunset, huh...

[ Truthfully, it's not something he's ever paid much attention to. He never really took the time to sit and stare at the sky like this— he was always busy, on the move, having something he needs to do and so this whole... this waiting game, the patience required, it makes him antsy. Staring at the sky even more so, warm colors spread across the sky like a painting. Time crawls to a stop, and he needs the opposite to happen. ]

I wonder. When I get back, I'm going to take my baby brother, and I'm going to run away from home. If we can get somewhere safe... we'll watch the sunset together, and I'll think of you. Of today. I'm not going to forget.

A tree that drops its flowers cannot take them back, only grow them anew.

[ ...

He sets his things down and moves to sit down with his back to the wisteria tree, patting the ground next to him as an invitation for Nene to sit with him. ]

Sometimes, it's the flowers themselves that decide it is time to let go. That they have held on long enough.

[ oh no, I want that...

I imagine that after looking Narumi over and making sure he isn't in imminent danger of dropping dead, the nurse politely stayed out of her office while they were having their exorcism/discussion, going to hang out with the counselor next door, maybe. ]

Boys can be like that; they want to take care of themselves. It's good he has you to look out for him... But, you know, the best way to disinfect a minor cut is by gently cleaning it with soap and water, with a little bacitracin afterwards to reduce the risk of infection, depending on what he gets cut by and how deep.

[ Papercuts are probably fine. But then there's people who stab one person and then stabs another person and blood borne pathogens are kind of a big deal. ]

[ Honestly make them if you ever get time, they're my favorite.

The nurse and the counselor alone in that office. Spicy... >_> ]

I think doctors scare him? It's troublesome. [ Please, help her convince Noah to seek medical attention when she's not around. ] But I do what I can...he's having a rough time after last friday. A...lot of people are.

Lonely...

( as if komaeda didn't tease rokkun for being lonely moments ago, but he makes a mental note of the description as he looks towards crona with a smile. )

You didn't mess up anything, hope isn't something easily thwarted by just missing one class... having the courage to find me on your own is just the start...

( you ever see two people about to talk about you, and think that they shouldn't so you cut in with a quick clap of your hands. )

Anyway... He's taking us to the court so we can have class there, isn't that kind of him? ( looks at rokkun like... he is not changing his mind from what he said so crona is coming along whether he likes it or not. )

( to go back home, to take his younger sibling and run away, komaeda's mouth parts for a moment until he smiles — that does sound like something he would do, want to do, but is it possible if his sibling is already here? who will he be returning home to? what's there left waiting for him when he wakes up. the vast sea of colors before them, the way the sun hides behind the scenery as it inches away slowly, and komaeda wonders if this is how he wants to be reminded.

no, it's more so that... maybe there's some good left in the appearance of a sunset that turns to darkness, that he can find hope in living to the next day to see the sunset again, and again... )

Is hope your family?

( he asks, curious enough that if this is also part of everything then maybe it won't feel wrong to do what he can, stick his nose into affairs that have nothing to do with him... sometimes it feels like they do, but maybe it's that feeling deep inside that makes him want to be part of something... he doesn't know, it's hard to work out, but he has always been helpful towards this one thing in particular. )

But before you answer that... you said we made a promise a long time ago... has it been met?

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me, picky about translations now that i translate, taking an half an hour,

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